| M 的个人资料Aging Hippies, Part III日志列表 | 帮助 |
|
3月31日 The Dog Ate My HomeworkToday at 9:13am
A glass of Chianti and I decided it best
that I put away this poem for a while
sealing the deal
with a sip
and a toast to the future.
We've been writing it
for more than ten years
stringing words together
like shells on a third-grader's
art project.
"Make a necklace, child,
use color, pattern,
imagination,
good taste and your artist's eyes.
If you have time and shells enough
make me a matching bracelet."
We decided at 9:13 on a Friday morning
it wasn't for lack of shells or words or wine
that my assignment is incomplete.
I seem to have misplaced
that roll of strong, smooth cord
custom made
of ideal substance, thickness
with just the right feel
to string shells together into bracelets for you
or words together into that poem.
cas (March, 2006)
3月15日 To the One We Least ExpectedLyrics to "Cactus" by Ferron from the album Driver
"...It's safe to say I took the long and winding path
and were it not for love and friendship
who knows how long I would have lasted?
You're young one day
but youth is rude
and while you watch it walks right past
hey, then
you will get your chance to think like me...
...Because it'll probably the one you least expect to
who will wager through your storm with you
who will give your fears respect
who will melt your burden down,
though you probably don't want that yet
still,
the odds fall sweet in favor
to an open heart...
Seems to me the tools for being human are wicked crude.
They're not so slick and smooth and shiny
as some stranger might allude.
And while your longest night might test you
you don't be scared of solitude
and remember
what is shared is also true..."
3月13日 Joni Mitchell AgainI know this is long and boring but I lived during this time. As grade school and Jr. High kids we weren't allowed to even brush up against each other during dance class. Yes, we learned how to waltz and how to square dance in school, and we had classes called "debate" and "rhetoric" and we took Latin. This song makes me smile... The rulers (mentioned in the first stanza) were real, often 36 inches long, and for any of you who happened to go to Catholic school were also used in the classroom on your knuckles when you weren't paying attention. Catholics and Zen Buddhists believe in physical punishment. I love this era and Joni Mitchell but wouldn't wish rulers on anybody. To me, this song represents the decade of the 60's, the best of of it.
Come in From the Cold. That's the song title. Nobody from South Carolina can appreciate the significance of that. Canadians like Joni and Upstate NY'ers such as myself do. Here you go:
________________________________________
COME IN FROM THE COLD Lyrics
Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers I could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (we were so young) Oh come in Come in from the cold We really thought we had a purpose We were so anxious to achieve We had hope The world held promise For a slave to liberty Freely I slaved away for something better And I was bought and sold And all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (we were so sure) Please come in Come in from the cold I feel your leg under the table Leaning into mine I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires in my spine I don't know who the arsonist was Which incendiary soul But all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in, come in Come in from the cold
(you were so warm) Please come in Come in from the cold I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling in the dark Long blue shadows of the jackals Are falling on a pay phone by the road Oh, all they ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in, come in come in Come in from the cold (I was so low) Oh come in Come in from the cold Is this just vulgar electricity Is this the edifying fire? (it was so pure) Does your smile's covert complicity Debase as it admires? (just a flu with a temperature) Are you just checking out your mojo (oohoo) Or am I just fighting off growing old? (just a high fever) All I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in, come in, come in Come in from the cold (it was so pure) Please come in Come in from the cold I know we never will be perfect Never entirely clear (when the moon shines) We get hurt and we just panic And we strike out Out of fear (you were only being kind) I fear the sentence of this solitude 200 years on hold (for my loving crime) Oh and all we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (when the moon shines) Oh come in Come in from the cold When I thought life had some meaning Then I thought I had some choice (I was running blind) And I made some value judgments In a self-important voice (I was outa line) But then absurdity came over me And I longed to lose control (into no mind) Oh all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in, come in, come in Come in from the cold (you were so kind) Please come in (so kind) Come in from the cold Come in, come in, Come in from the cold (etc.) 3月11日 For Your CarThe ultimate album for driving home at night in the summer with the windows down. Night Ride home is the name of the album and the song below. You also should check out cut #6, Come In From the Cold. Absolutely outstanding.
NIGHT RIDE HOME Lyrics words and music by Joni Mitchell Once in a while In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Hula girls And caterpillar tractors in the sand The ukulele man The fireworks This 4th of July Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till Friday Far from the overkill Far from the overload Back at the bar The band tears down But out here in the headlight beams The silver powerlines Gleam On this 4th of July Night ride home Round the curve And a big dark horse Red taillights on his hide Is keeping right alongside Rev for stride 4th of July Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till Friday Far from the undertow Far from the overload Once in awhile In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home |
|
|