Hello woman of my dreams
Is it not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down

Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you, is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes
You want to play this game!

dert, dert, dert, dert, dert, dert, dert, der

Been listening to Decade. I like the 'Buffaloe Springfield's (or NEIL's) song 'Burned'...
*and with one ft. on the ground...

*******this is my song************
* * * * The Loner * * * *

He's a perfect stranger like a cross of himself and a fox
He's a feeling arrainger, and a changer of the ways he talks
He's the unforseen danger, and a keeper of the keys to the locks

No one will see him
Nothing can free him
Step aside open wide
It's the loner

If you see him in the subway he'll be down at the end of the car
Watching you move untill he knows, he knows who you are
When you get off at your station alone
He'll know that you are

No one will see him
Nothing can free him
Step aside open wide
It's the loner

W & M 'Neil Young' 1969

If Bob was fishing upstream from Arlo, Neil went to the fish market, like any normal man. . . . . . .<img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/alien2.gif" width=15 height=17>.....Canada.....<img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/peace.gif" width=16 height=16>

If I was a junkman sellin you cars
washin your windows, and shinin your scars
thinkin your mind was, my own in a dream
What would you wonder, and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit a time
The King started laughing and talking in rhyme

Sing words, words between the lines of age
Words, words, between the lines of age

MY SWEET LORD
George Harrison

"My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)

I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)

Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet lord (Hare Rama)

(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)..."

Wyld here on Wayne's computer... watching S&G (got the tape of concert in the park)

Phenomenal music.. phenomenal voices...
(Still crazy, too!)

A Heart in New York

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flyin' in from London to your door
New York, lookin' down on Central Park
Where they say you should not wander after dark

New York, like a scene from all those movies
But you're real enough to me, but there's a heart
A heart that lives in New York

A heart in New York, a rose on the street
I write my song to that city heartbeat
A heart in New York, love in her eye, an open door at a friend for the
night

New York, you got money on your mind
And my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you
New York

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An American Tune

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
We'be lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
we're traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hour
and sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

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As I rode in to Tombstone on my horse his name was Mack
I saw what I'll relate to you goin' on behind my back
It seems the folks were up in arms, a man now had to die
For believin' things that didn't fit - the laws they'd set aside

The man's name was Ima Freak, the best that I could see
He was the executioner, a hangman just like me
I guess that he'd seen loopholes, from workin' with his rope
He'd hung the wrong man many times, so now he turned to hope

He talked to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found, but they did not seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand
But the people only walked away, he couldn't understand

The Marshall's name was Uncle Sam, he said he'd right this wrong
He'd make the hangman shut his mouth, if it took him all day long
He finally arrested Freak, and then he sent for me
To hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree

It didn't take him long to try him in their court of law
He was guilty of thinkin', a crime much worse than all
They sentenced him to die so his seed of thought can't spread
and infect the little children, that's what the law had said

So the hangin' day came 'round, and he walked up to the noose
I pulled the lever, but before, he fell I cut him loose
They called it all conspiracy and that I had to die
So to close our mouths and kill our minds, they hung us side by side

And now we're two hangmen hangin' from a tree,
and that don't bother me, at all.

by
Mason, the Proffit.

This song was hangin' in my brain,
so I sentenced it to hang in this thread (or by a thread).

Lament Of Captain McVay

With our orders in hand we are faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
It's on to Leyte Isle we are destined
As we follow the Pacific's motion

O we left the sunny California shores
With the Hiroshima killer were we shippin
I was Captain on a cruiser ship
And the summer winds were whippin

O we dropped our cargo at Tinian Isle
Then onwards to Guam we were sailin
In the peaceful waters I was faring
As I leaned against the starboard railin

Well, we left Guam for the Philippines
Though our escort was denied us
And the fog was thick, we could not see
That the rising sun was tracking us

It was in July late one Sunday night
With the first torpedo our hull was drinking
Communication was out, the order given
And with the second we were a-sinking

Why didn't you tell me they were hiding in the water?
Why was my escort so ruthlessly denied?
Tell me why did you see fit to court martial me?
I've got to know, friend, I've got to know why

I've got to know, yes, I've got to know friend
Ghostly faces ask me wherever I go
Comrades and friends are drowning around me
I've got to know, yes, I've got to know why

900 men were floating in the sea
Four and a half days in the rocking ocean
Drinking the salt, and feeding the sharks
When we were found we numbered 317

Well, they put me on trial and I lost my rank
For following the orders that they gave me
They ruined my career they ruined my name
No more will I sail upon the lonesome sea

Well the years went by, my pain it grew
With the hate I felt from families of the dead
So I went in the front yard with a toy in my hand
I opened my mouth and put a bullet in my head

Why didn't you tell me they were hiding in the water?
Why was my escort so ruthlessly denied?
Tell me why did you see fit to court martial me?
I've got to know, friend, I've got to know why

I've got to know, yes, I've got to know friend
Ghostly faces ask me wherever I go
Comrades and friends are drowning around me
I've got to know, yes, I've got to know why


nt

I don't recall the EXACT quote, but to paraphrase comedian Richard Jeni:
" Religious wars are basically people fighting over who has the better imaginary friend".

outright, prolonged laughter, here, Larry, I've never heard that one, I like it, a lot!

Hello, Michael, It's Me

Hello, Michael, it's me
It's been a long time since I saw you last
In your uniform as you proudly marched past
M-16 on your shoulder, eyes straight ahead
As you paraded down the pavement gallant and calm
To the dark sweltering jungles of Vietnam
30 years have gone by, are you alive or are you dead?

Hello, Michael, it's me
Your young son, John, is a man full grown
Married with two wonderful sons of his own
He looks and sounds just like his dear father
From the twinkle in his eyes to his lopsided grin
From the brown in his hair to the red on his chin
The very strides he takes holds your spirt together

Hello, Michael, it's me
Your photograph is faded, weathered and worn
Happily holding the baby, when Johnny was born
Stands on a dark table stained with growing years
And your letters sit folded on my dancing breast
The words blotched and wrinkled, pages torn at the crease
Spotted with the salt drying from my tears

Hello, Michael, it's me
The christmas lights dance in the window red and green
your unopened presents sit beneath the shining tree
Can you feel the laughter in the children's joyous call
As we saunter down the pathways frozen and bare
Bearing roses through the cold snow spotted air
To find your name forever etched into a granite wall?

Goodbye, Michael, Merry Christmas.
Please come home soon.

nt

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"Keep me searching for a heart of gold
You keep me searching and I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
I've been a miner for a heart of gold..."
~Neil Young~

Kerry, I've found the greatest 2-song set... I'm playin em over & over, back to back... it's a yin-yang thang.....
Sarah Lee..."River"
B Dylan... "high Water" Love & Theft

Isn't it simply amazing when two songs just work together? I adore when that happens. I haven't put this specific grouping together, but I will. Sounds brilliant!!

"Spirit of the rising sun lift me up
Hold me there and never let me fall
Love me 'til I die, my heart won't wait
Soon I will be down...in this love..." ~U2~

Kerry, please lemme know, what you think/feel, after playing "River & "High Water" back to back....i know you have super sensitive musical antennae!

Kerry, please lemme know, what you think/feel, after playing "River & "High Water" back to back....i know you have super sensitive musical antennae!
To me, it's as if those two songs encompass the breadth of human experience, the soaring, spiritual, and the secular struggles.. it's a tribute to those two artists, that they can express them, so articulately