Oh The Voices

Song Lyrics that I’ve enjoyed or have been in my head this past week:

Well, Jacksonville’s a city with a hopeless streetlight

Seems like you’re lucky if it ever changes from red to green

I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness

And .50 cent picture frames bought at a five and dime  
–Whiskeytown “Jacksonville Skyline”

Somewhere the night sky hangs like a blanket

Shoot it with my cap gun just to make it

Seem like stars
–Whiskeytown “Jacksonville Skyline”

Tongues talk fire and
Eyes cry rivers
Indian givers
Hearts of stone
Paper ships and
Painted faces
The world’s no place when
You’re on your own
A heart needs a home
–Richard Thompson “A Heart Needs A Home”

Just shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna work out fine if you only will
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way you feel
Things are gonna be much better if you only will
–James Taylor “Shower the People”

All I have in this world
Is more than a king could ever wish for
All these crowns leave me cold
For I was born to kiss Your feet
-Delirious? “Kiss Your Feet”

Well this world’s done me in
and I feel so alone
but He says, “Don’t you know?”
“You still have a home”
“So come on home”
–Some Unknown “To All My Homeboys (Come on Home)”

Definitely this is the wrong
place to be
There’s blood on the futon
There’s a kid drinking fire

Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with
themselves
Looking out for themselves
–Beck “Cyanide Breath Mint”

Outer Space Romance

very upbeat, with trumpets, an oboe, acoustic guitar, and a badhran

We can all start again
up in space, up in space
all the women and the men
up in space, up in space
and the purple headed boys
judge them not, judge them not
and the girls with all their toys
bring the lot, bring the lot

and what will our love be like
when we’re living on the moon
will we still know the freshness
of a rainy day in june
hold me close, as we drift
into that vast unknown
zero gravity works its wonders
on our wrinkles and skin tone

We can all start again
up in space, up in space
all the women and the men
up in space, up in space
and the purple headed boys
judge them not, judge them not
and the girls with all their toys
bring the lot, bring the lot

I’m in need of prayer, badly.
I feel like I’ve been kissed by a Dementor or something. (that’s harry potter speak for “all the life has been sucked out of me”)

Second verse to a song that doesn’t exist

and yes, I love your kisses
but I hope you understand
right now I’d do anything
just to hold your hand

Another great one, by Neruda

I hope the more conservative readers out there will forgive the use of the words “breasts” and “nipples” in the following poem. Sometimes, though, you just gotta spell it out clearly. This is one of a series of poems that Neruda wrote focusing on just one aspect of his beloved, like “Your Laughter” which you can find a few posts back. Also, there is one called “your hands” and perhaps a few others. With a few exceptions, most people do not really find feet attractive, or at least find nothing particularly special about them. Neruda does something special here, not in describing the feet as beautiful. “hard little feet” is hardly a flattering description. Instead Neruda describes his love of the feet in regards to the role they play. Because they are a part of his love, because they hold her up, because everything rests upon them, because they carried her to him, they are beautiful. In my limited experience with love, I can identify with coming to appreciate something about someone because it is a part of what makes that person who they are. For instance, suppose my love had a habit of biting her nails when she was nervous. I might dislike this habit, but one day I would find myself in a movie theater and I would look down a few rows and see a girl, similarly biting her nails, and it would stir something within me which made me think of my love. Maybe that’s not the point at all, but regardless, enjoy the poem.

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. Pablo Neruda

Wow, Bill. That’s pretty specific! Thanks!

    

Get well soon – and stay away from brown chicks. From, Bill Gates

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I feel the same way

Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. Pablo Neruda

pt. 3

Lance paid for his Combo’s. He really did. He didn’t even ask for the nice cashier’s phone number. He asked for her heart. Maybe he was a little too forward. Maybe he was just being a hopeless romantic. Either way, it didn’t work. She said no. “Come and see me again, sometime, though” she said.
With that, Simeon and Lance climbed back into the car, and set off down the road to … wait, where are they off to again?
“Where are we off to again?” inquired Lance.
“Oh, right. We were just getting to that weren’t we.” said Simeon. “Well, this will probably sound a little weird.”
“Oh, I believe it, knowing my sister.”
“Well, anyway, she had been seeing this guy, kind of a creep, but she trusted him. He convinced her that they should go in together to buy the ‘World’s Largest Ball of Twine’ attraction. So they bought it on credit, in her name. When it came time to pay, he hit the road. No one has seen him since.”
“Hmm, sounds like she’s in over her head. So what does she want me to do?” asked Lance.
“Well, we’re not sure. She said you’re good at figuring stuff out. We thought maybe you’d be able to come up with a plan.”
“The way I see it we’ve got two options. We can try and track down this sleazy ex-boyfriend, and make him pay, or we can try and come up with a way to get some money fast.”

Lance is right.
If you want to try and track down the sleazy ex-boyfriend, turn to page 37
If you want to think of ways to make fast money, turn to page 90

Thanks Farrah

    

I was pistol whipping someone and thought of you. Yours, Farrah Fawcett

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Story postponed until I get back from Oxford, England.  Love, Chris