2月19日
Artist/Band: Prine John
Lyrics for Song: Clay Pigeons
Lyrics for Album: Fair and Square
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in,
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again
I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas, might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song
Start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
2月17日
Something strange about this week. Most of the people in and around this household are on edge, tense, not what I'd call happy. Even the cats are restless. Could it be cabin fever? It is February, after all, and this is a part of the country where you don't often see the sun because of the cloud cover. Two years ago I would have felt guilty being content in the midst of such misery. Not today. Not this week. Oh, I try to cheer them up. I would like to be surrounded by other contented souls. But mostly I stay out of their way and away from their arguments. Defensive driving. Avoid road rage.
Am I sidestepping important issues here? Probably. Can I do anything to change them? Probably not. I don't share the dark mood, I don't think I caused it, and I don't seem to have the magic power to change it.
I feel like Scrooge after the visitation. There is still ignorance, want and greed in the world, there will always be sickness, disappointment, fear, heartbreak, and dark moods. Like Scrooge, I contributed to the darkness for years and shouted "Humbug" at the top of my lungs. But today is Christmas, I woke up, and life is good, dammit. "I must.... I must stand on my head!" I think I just scared the shit out of Mrs. Dilber again.
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Does Mark Knopfler go with Dickens? Who knows. Let's try...
MARK KNOPFLER
Everybody Pays
from
Shangri-La
I got shot off my horse
So what? I'm up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main.
You can come up here
take a look
around these sinners' dens.
You're only ever going to find
one or two real games.
Nobody's driving
me underground
not yet anyway.
But either on the strip
or on the edge of town
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play.
Yeah, you ought to stay
right where you are
in sawdust land.
It's probably the
safest place to be.
With your
greasy little pork pies
and your shoestring hands
it makes
no difference to me.
All those directions
which we never took
to go our different ways.
Who went and wrote
the oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play.
Curl up inside
a boxcar dream
and disappear
with a couple
low roller friends.
You were never one
for trouble
so get out of here.
I knew the game
was dangerous back then.
But nobody's breezing
through these swinging doors,
just ups and walks away.
Everybody has to leave
some blood here on the floor
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play.
2月16日
Our dear Trish's son just left on a 6 month sea tour with the Navy. I hope they both stay safe and that the time passes quickly. Active duty military life was not ever easy, but in the past few years, especially, our forces and their families have been stretched to the breaking point.
If you would like, I'm sure she wouldn't mind a comment or a word of encouragement at Trisha's World.
Hang on tight, both of you.
love and regards,
cas
2月15日
from
The Last Memory
by Arthur Symons (1865-?)
"...Oh unforgotten! you will come to seem
As pictures do, remembered, some old dream.
And I shall think of you as something strange
And beautiful, and full of helpless change."
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After the raw, obscene urgency of another February the 14th it's good to slow down and take a breath. This is from an old, dated piece - iambic pentameter with two rhymed couplets, a bastardized sonnet. I think it still speaks to us across the years.
2月7日
A Taste of Anise
because you can't stand to be cared about
to be touched too deeply
to bear the weight of affection
you'd have me lie to you
to myself
say I never loved you
if I didn't then
it's probably true
I don't now
Robert Dane
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so much in so few words, just like you
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