I DIVORCED MY WIFE AND RAN AWAY WITH A TREE. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I did get your attention though.
I love trees and they love me. I want to think that they return my love. Do I hear them talking with each other as their boughs sway in the wind? Listen closely and you might hear them too.
I am far removed from being an arborist. I know next to nothing about trees but I do know the kind of trees I favor, those that surround my modest home. Trees that are straight and tall and true searching for the clouds, aged with expansive girths, their sturdy boughs reaching out to me, inviting me into their leafy embrace.
I don't really know their names. It's not important to me. My guess is that some of them might be oaks, redwoods, cedars, and maybe an eucalyptus or two thrown in for their distinctive scent. But each and every tree is a true friend. We're going steady. To those giant trees firmly embedded, I am truly wedded.
Now listen in to Joyce Kilmore.1886-1918, who wrote an exceptional poem about trees, one known throughout the world,
TREES
I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE
A POEM LOVELY AS A TREE.
A TREE WHOSE HUNGRY MOUTH IS PRESSED
AGAINST THE SWEET EARTH'S BREAST;
A TREE THAT LOOKS AT GOD ALL DAY,
AND LIFTS HER LEAFY ARMS TO PRAY;
A TREE THAT MAY IN SUMMER WEAR
A BEST OF ROBINS IN HER HAIR;
UPON WHOSE BOSOM SNOW HAS LAIN;
WHO INTIMATELY LIVES WITH RAIN.
POEMS ARE MADE BY FOOLS LIKE ME,
BUT ONLY GOD CAN MAKE A TREE.
A note of contention dear Joyce.
Only nature makes a tree.
Harry Behn is the author of another
TREE poem I rather enjoyed reading.
A simple poem, a poetic dimple.
Also entitled TREES
Trees are the kindest things I know
They do no harm, they simply grow
and spread a shade for sleepy cows
and gather birds among their bows
They give us fruit in leaves above,
and wood to make our houses of,
and leaves to burn on Halloween
and in the spring new buds of green.
They are first when day's begun
to touch the beams of morning sun.
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.
And when a moon floats on the sky
they hum a drowsy lullaby
of sleepy children long ago ..
Trees are the kindest things I know.
Harry Behn I salute you.
Now for an uninspiring definition of a tree.
A tree can be defined as a large, perennial,
woody plant with secondary branches
supported by a primary stem (compare with a shrub).
There is no set definition regarding minimum size,
though most authors cite a tree species as being one
which regularly reaches 6M (20 ft) tall.
Now for some big words to help us understand
the practical benefits of trees.
Plants (trees) absorb carbon dioxide and release
oxygen as part of the photosynthetic process helping
us to breathe cleaner air. Researchers have found
that many common houseplants also absorb benzene,
formaldehyde and (hold on) trichloroethylene, as well.
Google your way into finding which houseplants and
blooming potted plants perform best in fighting pollution
indoors as well.
Symptoms of indoor air pollution. They may include
headache; dizziness, cough, irritation of the eyes, nose,
and/or throat, runny nose,difficulty in breathing, chest
and/or abdominal pain, nausea, difficulty sleeping,
diarrhia, and rashes. Since most of us come down with
one or more of these symptoms, it's best to consult a
physician before running out to the plant store.
If you are interested in some trees that are distinctly
different in various ways, I give you three that will
intrigue you. Let Google introduce you to:
the BAOBAB tree, and .the WELWITSCHIA tree.
One more? The world's tallest tree,
is the MENDOCIA tree, a coast Redwood
growing in Montgomery Woods State Resort near
Ukiah. This tree will strain your neck as you
continue to look up, and up and up to reach the
end of this giant standing some 367'6"tall.
Are you still with me? Excellent -- you are
true tree lovers and I thank you for listening.
Now go find a tree to hug.
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Friday, January 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
THE CRABBY OLD LADY
SEE ME
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland.
The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Associaton for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now remembered as the author of this "anonymous" poem.
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking, when you look at me?
Do you see~
A crabby old woman, not very wise, uncertain of habit,
with far away eyes.
A person who dribbles her food, and makes no reply
when you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try"
A woman who does not seem to notice
the things that you do, and forever is losing
a stocking or shoe
A person maybe resisting at times,
let's you do as you will, with my bathing and feeding,
and handing me my pills.
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurses, cause
you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,
as I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a child of ten with a mother and a father
and brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet
dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, the heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
who need me to build a secure happy home.
A young woman of thirty, my young now grow fast
bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, the young ones are grown and will
soon be gone.
But my man stays beside me, so I don't
feel so alone.
At fifty once more, babies play around my knee.
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husbnd is dead,
I look at the future, and I shudder with dread.
for my young ones are all busy,
rearing young of their own and
I think of the years and the love I have known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
Nature makes old age look like such a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart
But inside this carcass, a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remembedr the pain,
and I'm loving and lilving life all over again.
I think of the years, all too few, and gone too fast.
and I accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses,
open them and see,
look a litle closer, nurses...
Please~~see the real ME
Remember it when you next meet an old person
who you might brush aside wiout looking at the
young soul within ... we will all, one day, be
there, too!
Note: Every time this old man reads
this poem, this wonderful and sad poem --
new tears surround me, tug at my heart.
I cry at weddings, I cry at funerals, I cry
when memory brings back all the dead and
maimed fellow soldiers parading before me
once again some 65 years ago.
Excuse me now, I am going to have a real
sit-down, all out sob-fest.
I also cry at man's cruelty to animals.
Now altogether, join me in an eye clearing
torrent of tears.
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland.
The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Associaton for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now remembered as the author of this "anonymous" poem.
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking, when you look at me?
Do you see~
A crabby old woman, not very wise, uncertain of habit,
with far away eyes.
A person who dribbles her food, and makes no reply
when you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try"
A woman who does not seem to notice
the things that you do, and forever is losing
a stocking or shoe
A person maybe resisting at times,
let's you do as you will, with my bathing and feeding,
and handing me my pills.
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurses, cause
you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,
as I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a child of ten with a mother and a father
and brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet
dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, the heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
who need me to build a secure happy home.
A young woman of thirty, my young now grow fast
bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, the young ones are grown and will
soon be gone.
But my man stays beside me, so I don't
feel so alone.
At fifty once more, babies play around my knee.
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husbnd is dead,
I look at the future, and I shudder with dread.
for my young ones are all busy,
rearing young of their own and
I think of the years and the love I have known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
Nature makes old age look like such a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart
But inside this carcass, a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remembedr the pain,
and I'm loving and lilving life all over again.
I think of the years, all too few, and gone too fast.
and I accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses,
open them and see,
look a litle closer, nurses...
Please~~see the real ME
Remember it when you next meet an old person
who you might brush aside wiout looking at the
young soul within ... we will all, one day, be
there, too!
Note: Every time this old man reads
this poem, this wonderful and sad poem --
new tears surround me, tug at my heart.
I cry at weddings, I cry at funerals, I cry
when memory brings back all the dead and
maimed fellow soldiers parading before me
once again some 65 years ago.
Excuse me now, I am going to have a real
sit-down, all out sob-fest.
I also cry at man's cruelty to animals.
Now altogether, join me in an eye clearing
torrent of tears.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
SNORERS AND VICTIMS
Both snorers and victims pay attention. Relief may be in store. Snore no more. I subscribe to AARP, (American Association of Retired Persons) and I and 40 million other people receive their monthly magazine chalk full of helpful information to make our lives easier. The organization now admits men and women over 50. O'kay, o'kay, I'll get to the gist of the article on snoring they featured in one of their last issues. I am improvising; not using word for word.
DO-IT-YOURSELF-STRATEGIES
#1. Lighten up: Snorers who are overweight should lose at least 10% of their weight, (my snorer wife lost the weight and lost the snore). Eureka!!!
#2. Stop smoking: Tobacco smoked clogs your nasal passages, damages your lungs, and causes the upper airways to swell, which constricts your breathing. So live longer and give your spouse relief as well.
#3. Get moving: Reduce upper-airway congestion and create more lung capacity by doing regular aerobic exercise or brisk walking, both of which improves breathing during sleep. Don't forget to beathe during waking hours.
#4. Snack with care: Don't feast or booze before bed: a full stomach can make breathing more difficult. Alcohol relaxes the muscles in the back of the throat. Both can cause snoring and weight gain.
#5. Snorers, please don't sleep on your backs: Wear a nightie or a pyjama top with something uncomfortable sewn onto their backs. Be inventive, sleep on your side.
#6. Raise the head of your bed by four inches: Otolaryngologists recommend this, (you needn't pronounce the word) How to raise the bed? Are you kidding? Surprise yourself.
I'll make a long story short by shortening the story. I am kind of tired now, besides it's past my bedtime. So listen to my shortcuts as follows: Avoid sedatives, exercise your throat muscles by playing a wind intrument or politely yelling at your spouse, sing in the shower or elsewhere if your better half will allow it, attack allergies by using steroid or saline nasal nose sprays, lubricate your throat to decrease vibrations, wear a plastic dental splint that fits into the mouth and over the teeth to enhance nose breathing, and then there are different types of operations (I can't bring mself to repeat here) that call for invasionary tactics ever so ghastly. I left out a few other hints, enough is enough.
Good-night everyone, I am going beddy bye bye. By the way, i've got 160 other postings you might enjoy looking into when you are not snoring.
DO-IT-YOURSELF-STRATEGIES
#1. Lighten up: Snorers who are overweight should lose at least 10% of their weight, (my snorer wife lost the weight and lost the snore). Eureka!!!
#2. Stop smoking: Tobacco smoked clogs your nasal passages, damages your lungs, and causes the upper airways to swell, which constricts your breathing. So live longer and give your spouse relief as well.
#3. Get moving: Reduce upper-airway congestion and create more lung capacity by doing regular aerobic exercise or brisk walking, both of which improves breathing during sleep. Don't forget to beathe during waking hours.
#4. Snack with care: Don't feast or booze before bed: a full stomach can make breathing more difficult. Alcohol relaxes the muscles in the back of the throat. Both can cause snoring and weight gain.
#5. Snorers, please don't sleep on your backs: Wear a nightie or a pyjama top with something uncomfortable sewn onto their backs. Be inventive, sleep on your side.
#6. Raise the head of your bed by four inches: Otolaryngologists recommend this, (you needn't pronounce the word) How to raise the bed? Are you kidding? Surprise yourself.
I'll make a long story short by shortening the story. I am kind of tired now, besides it's past my bedtime. So listen to my shortcuts as follows: Avoid sedatives, exercise your throat muscles by playing a wind intrument or politely yelling at your spouse, sing in the shower or elsewhere if your better half will allow it, attack allergies by using steroid or saline nasal nose sprays, lubricate your throat to decrease vibrations, wear a plastic dental splint that fits into the mouth and over the teeth to enhance nose breathing, and then there are different types of operations (I can't bring mself to repeat here) that call for invasionary tactics ever so ghastly. I left out a few other hints, enough is enough.
Good-night everyone, I am going beddy bye bye. By the way, i've got 160 other postings you might enjoy looking into when you are not snoring.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
THE PROS OF CIRCUMCISION
CIRCUMCISION is as old or older than prostitution. Millions of males have gone through the mill and lived to tell the tale.
Looking back I can attest to feeling absolutely no pain, I was all of 8 days when I found myself sitting on my father's lap and waiting for my foreskin to be removed. This is either done by a doctor or in my case by a Mohel who is called upon to do the removal for Jewish boys, called a Bris, kind of a religious, traditional ceremony. He does it with a steady, practiced hand, after some thousands of accurate cuts.
To make it easier and less painful, the Mohel dipped some cotton batting in some wine and gently slipped it into my waiting mouth and before I could count ten it was over and I did not feel a thing, so there. Everybody then cries Mazel tov and begins to eat everthing in sight, along with some wine or a shot of brandy or just eating non-stop.
So now a little bit of what circumcision really is and some of the advantages. At birth, boys have skin that covers the end of the penis or weewee as it is called in polite circles. This is called the foreskin and is removed so that the tip of the penis (the glans) and the opening through which the baby urinates (the urethra) are exposed.
Now for the advantages. Chances of getting a urinary tract infection in the first year of life is lessened. Cancer of the penis
is essentially eliminated in circumcised males. The risk of getting sexually transmitted diseases are lower. Circumcision eliminates foreskin infection that may occur at the peak ages of 3 to 5 years. Phimosis, a narrow opening that makes it impossible to retract the foreskin at a later age, is prevented by the famous cut. And finally, genital hygiene, which is particularly important in unsanitary conditions, maybe easier after circumcision. Oops, one more thing; cleansing in and around the area is much easier with circumcised males, no smegma (a cheesy sebaceous matter that collects between the glans penis and the foreskin.) Oy vay!!!
So mothers or anybody that's listening, give a little listen and make your boy happy, healthy, and ready to plunge easily and effectively. Ooh, did I say a bad word?
Looking back I can attest to feeling absolutely no pain, I was all of 8 days when I found myself sitting on my father's lap and waiting for my foreskin to be removed. This is either done by a doctor or in my case by a Mohel who is called upon to do the removal for Jewish boys, called a Bris, kind of a religious, traditional ceremony. He does it with a steady, practiced hand, after some thousands of accurate cuts.
To make it easier and less painful, the Mohel dipped some cotton batting in some wine and gently slipped it into my waiting mouth and before I could count ten it was over and I did not feel a thing, so there. Everybody then cries Mazel tov and begins to eat everthing in sight, along with some wine or a shot of brandy or just eating non-stop.
So now a little bit of what circumcision really is and some of the advantages. At birth, boys have skin that covers the end of the penis or weewee as it is called in polite circles. This is called the foreskin and is removed so that the tip of the penis (the glans) and the opening through which the baby urinates (the urethra) are exposed.
Now for the advantages. Chances of getting a urinary tract infection in the first year of life is lessened. Cancer of the penis
is essentially eliminated in circumcised males. The risk of getting sexually transmitted diseases are lower. Circumcision eliminates foreskin infection that may occur at the peak ages of 3 to 5 years. Phimosis, a narrow opening that makes it impossible to retract the foreskin at a later age, is prevented by the famous cut. And finally, genital hygiene, which is particularly important in unsanitary conditions, maybe easier after circumcision. Oops, one more thing; cleansing in and around the area is much easier with circumcised males, no smegma (a cheesy sebaceous matter that collects between the glans penis and the foreskin.) Oy vay!!!
So mothers or anybody that's listening, give a little listen and make your boy happy, healthy, and ready to plunge easily and effectively. Ooh, did I say a bad word?
Friday, August 24, 2007
IN GOD WE TRUST?
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS JUST
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS MERCIFUL
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS FORGIVING
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS OMNIPOTENT
BELIEVERS SAY GOD CAN DO NO WRONG
SO THIS JUST, MERCIFUL, FORGIVING, OMNIPOTENT,
GOD THAT CAN DO NO WRONG.
IS WATCHING OVER US AND LISTENING TO OUR
PRAYERS AS WE DIE AGONIZINGLY,
IN IRAQ, IN AFGHANISTAN, IN THE SUDAN, IN RWANDA,
IN ALL THE CONTINENTS OF THE WORLD
IN WARS IMMEMORIAL, IN EARTHQUAKES,
IN TSUNAMIS, IN HURRICANES,
.
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE SOME ANSWERS
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE THE TRUTH
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE GOD TO SPEAK TO US
DIRECTLY, NO IFS, BUTS OR ANDS. SHOW YOURSELF, PROVE YOURSELF, GODAMMIT!
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS MERCIFUL
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS FORGIVING
BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS OMNIPOTENT
BELIEVERS SAY GOD CAN DO NO WRONG
SO THIS JUST, MERCIFUL, FORGIVING, OMNIPOTENT,
GOD THAT CAN DO NO WRONG.
IS WATCHING OVER US AND LISTENING TO OUR
PRAYERS AS WE DIE AGONIZINGLY,
IN IRAQ, IN AFGHANISTAN, IN THE SUDAN, IN RWANDA,
IN ALL THE CONTINENTS OF THE WORLD
IN WARS IMMEMORIAL, IN EARTHQUAKES,
IN TSUNAMIS, IN HURRICANES,
.
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE SOME ANSWERS
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE THE TRUTH
WE, THE DEAD AND THE DYING WOULD LIKE GOD TO SPEAK TO US
DIRECTLY, NO IFS, BUTS OR ANDS. SHOW YOURSELF, PROVE YOURSELF, GODAMMIT!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
IT'S A DEAD ISSUE
The dead are pilng up in Iraq
Not enough coffins to go around
The dead are piling up in Darfur
Where are the coffins?
The dead are piling up in Lebanon
Coffin makers, wanted.
The living dead are piling up,
looking everywhere for,
arms, legs, screaming for mothers.
Bush is alive and well and passing
jokes and smiles around.
Cheney is saying that all is well,
Couldn't be better
And Rove has escaped the wrath.
The world is at peace.
Not enough coffins to go around
The dead are piling up in Darfur
Where are the coffins?
The dead are piling up in Lebanon
Coffin makers, wanted.
The living dead are piling up,
looking everywhere for,
arms, legs, screaming for mothers.
Bush is alive and well and passing
jokes and smiles around.
Cheney is saying that all is well,
Couldn't be better
And Rove has escaped the wrath.
The world is at peace.
Monday, May 21, 2007
RECIPE
Take one shiny apple,
Rub on trousers carefully.
Slice in half
Squeeze gently
Allow the nectar to run through your hands,
Eat with Gusto or some other friend.
Rub on trousers carefully.
Slice in half
Squeeze gently
Allow the nectar to run through your hands,
Eat with Gusto or some other friend.
MATURITY
Would a calf become a steer
If it was made clear
That this maturity
Would shorten it’s mortality?
If it was made clear
That this maturity
Would shorten it’s mortality?
HOG SENSE
Would a pig become a pig
And not care a fig
If it knew it would be taken
To make a slab of bacon
And not care a fig
If it knew it would be taken
To make a slab of bacon
GRASS
You are honest and aboveboard
and caught with some grass
It is goodbye to freedom
The feds won't it let pass
The jet set can party, rape, booze and what not,
You just know damn well, they will not be caught.
If you are in chemicals, in steel, or in mines
Pollute all you a want, simply pay your fines.
The law doesn't bother the gov's corruption,
they do what they want without interruption.
Don't steal an apple or a pear,
you will be found guilty,
you better not dare.
Let us start talking about what is right or wrong.
Let us tell the world to not go along.
and caught with some grass
It is goodbye to freedom
The feds won't it let pass
The jet set can party, rape, booze and what not,
You just know damn well, they will not be caught.
If you are in chemicals, in steel, or in mines
Pollute all you a want, simply pay your fines.
The law doesn't bother the gov's corruption,
they do what they want without interruption.
Don't steal an apple or a pear,
you will be found guilty,
you better not dare.
Let us start talking about what is right or wrong.
Let us tell the world to not go along.
FOUR OF A KIND
How unglorious to simply be a mother
Not for M, she had made up her mind
To be four of a kind
A mentor, a tormentor, a resident,
A president
She found she could be
Not an I but a we
Both a father and a mother
The better her children to smother
Stubborn she was like a mule
Between Lent and Yule
Her mind was one of a kind
A selfless clarity, without parity
And it shone on me sans charity
She leaped to the defense of our children three
Especially it they had a bout with me
No amount of explaining could keep her from reigning.
It takes a man with a lot of loving, to carry on despite her shoving
Bye bye and ta ta, I’ve got a heavy date in bed
With my femme fatal, that’s all
Not for M, she had made up her mind
To be four of a kind
A mentor, a tormentor, a resident,
A president
She found she could be
Not an I but a we
Both a father and a mother
The better her children to smother
Stubborn she was like a mule
Between Lent and Yule
Her mind was one of a kind
A selfless clarity, without parity
And it shone on me sans charity
She leaped to the defense of our children three
Especially it they had a bout with me
No amount of explaining could keep her from reigning.
It takes a man with a lot of loving, to carry on despite her shoving
Bye bye and ta ta, I’ve got a heavy date in bed
With my femme fatal, that’s all
FADDIST
I’ve always been a vegetarian
That’s why I’m an octogenarian
Soon I’ll be a centenarian
So why eat dead animals
You ill-advised cannibals
That’s why I’m an octogenarian
Soon I’ll be a centenarian
So why eat dead animals
You ill-advised cannibals
FAT BLUES
Fat man, FAT man
I’m just a tub of lard, couldn’t work too hard,
I’m like a discarded card
Got no girl to love me.
But I’m just plain human, although fatter than two men
And I haven’t a sou man
Got no girl to love me.
I got feelings, I got pride, but still no girl by my side
Do I gotta lay love aside
Cause no girl will love me?
I’m five feet tall, I look like a ball
It can’t be worse, I’ve got me a curse
No roly poly to love me
One day I went strollin, every pound a shakin and rollin
Then I saw her jiggling down the street
She was fat, she was round, but ever so neat
Our eyes met and stayed, deep messages relayed
Now I’ve got me a wife, my mistress and my life
All I needed was a roly poly fat girl to love me
I’m just a tub of lard, couldn’t work too hard,
I’m like a discarded card
Got no girl to love me.
But I’m just plain human, although fatter than two men
And I haven’t a sou man
Got no girl to love me.
I got feelings, I got pride, but still no girl by my side
Do I gotta lay love aside
Cause no girl will love me?
I’m five feet tall, I look like a ball
It can’t be worse, I’ve got me a curse
No roly poly to love me
One day I went strollin, every pound a shakin and rollin
Then I saw her jiggling down the street
She was fat, she was round, but ever so neat
Our eyes met and stayed, deep messages relayed
Now I’ve got me a wife, my mistress and my life
All I needed was a roly poly fat girl to love me
CHURCHMEN
Amen, amen, they said in unison
The killer, the rapist, the warmonger,
The child beater, the pervert, the nazi lover,
On their faces, a look of peace and goodwill.
The killer, the rapist, the warmonger,
The child beater, the pervert, the nazi lover,
On their faces, a look of peace and goodwill.
TALL TALK
If a giraffe cold talk
Don’t you think it would balk
To be put in a cage so people could gawk?
Don’t you think it would balk
To be put in a cage so people could gawk?
LOW EBB
Everything is an effort.
What is happening to me?
I am tired when I go to sleep
I am tired when I get up
In between I am waiting for something to happen.
I AM BLUE,
SO WHAT’S NEW?
What is happening to me?
I am tired when I go to sleep
I am tired when I get up
In between I am waiting for something to happen.
I AM BLUE,
SO WHAT’S NEW?
WHAT'S UP
The more you love
The less you hate
The more you have
The more you want
The less you have
The more you want
Is this what it’s all about?
More or less
The less you hate
The more you have
The more you want
The less you have
The more you want
Is this what it’s all about?
More or less
PLUCKING
Just plucking away
At my old geetar
My fingers lookin for a melody
Gotta find me somethin cosy
Gotta find me somethin sweet
Gotta find me an ole time treat
Just a pluckin away at my old geetar
My mind a’sweet talkin the strings
At my old geetar
My fingers lookin for a melody
Gotta find me somethin cosy
Gotta find me somethin sweet
Gotta find me an ole time treat
Just a pluckin away at my old geetar
My mind a’sweet talkin the strings
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