Saturday, March 28, 2009
Death to all but Metal
[N.S.F.G.,C.O.W.] <---Not Safe For Grandmaws, Cowboys Or Wimps.
Steel Panther folks....
These guys get the Funks Official Five Star Award for best Funkin' Lyrics of the Year !
PS: Sorry if my shitty 5-Star gif looks retarded. I aint never made one before this one
Steel Panther folks....
These guys get the Funks Official Five Star Award for best Funkin' Lyrics of the Year !
PS: Sorry if my shitty 5-Star gif looks retarded. I aint never made one before this one
Melanie Safka (for Barb)
Barb, I don't hear well and at age 10 and I wasn't very apt to translation of confusing sounds. This song I loved but couldn't hear the vocals well enough to understand the main verses of the song.
I lost the song because didn't know how to look for it but in 1979 in California I found it again at a social thing. The album was given to me as a gift & I carried it the 3,600 miles back home with me, kept it many years after and dragged it over 100,000 miles further with me.
It does mean that much to me & I love you. I am hoping you will hear some of what I heard in this. It's about peace and commitment to love, not singular love but love of humanity.
First song is intro, both need to be played to be heard right
Candles in the rain...
Lay down...
I lost the song because didn't know how to look for it but in 1979 in California I found it again at a social thing. The album was given to me as a gift & I carried it the 3,600 miles back home with me, kept it many years after and dragged it over 100,000 miles further with me.
It does mean that much to me & I love you. I am hoping you will hear some of what I heard in this. It's about peace and commitment to love, not singular love but love of humanity.
First song is intro, both need to be played to be heard right
(((((((((((((((((Hugs and Kisses))))))))))))))))))))
"for Barbera"
"for Barbera"
Candles in the rain...
Lay down...
Very first good story I've read from this newspaper.
This is from Nebraska's JournalStar Newspaper. I've been reading their news articles now for over four years. I have emailed them a few times to remark on how badly these people treat people concerning the way they publish stories. I'm not going to get into that right now because tonight they posted a fantastic story and I am happy myself to share it with you.
Story follows, original link to the story is [here]. I hope to see more like this in the future coming from them.
The girl was 15 then. She spoke little English. The woman spoke little Spanish.
They met one day in the Mexican village of Ensenada after the woman, a stay-at-home mom from Milford, had finished helping some village women with a craft project.
The craft project had followed Bible study.
The woman from Milford had gone to the village on a mission trip. Outdoor toilets. Tents. Talking to people on the streets about God.
The girl, shy and pretty, walked up and stood beside the woman. The girl took a discarded piece of wire from the craft project and started manipulating it with her hands and teeth. The woman watched. What is she doing?
Then the Mexican girl pulled something from her mouth. A flower.
She’d turned the wire into a beautiful, intricate flower.
This is not normal, the woman told herself. She motioned to the girl to stay put and ran to find a translator, hoping the girl wouldn’t walk away.
Because the woman knew in that moment that God was planting a seed.
Nine years later
“The thing I want people to see is that when God opens a door, you’ve got to listen because you could be missing a huge opportunity otherwise. You just never know.
“But be ready.”
The Milford woman, Nancy Velder, wants to share this story. But please don’t make it about her, she says.
It’s about the girl, Ana Patricia Vallejo — “Patti” — who blossomed into a 23-year-old woman, a college graduate who’s bilingual and the boss of her own jewelry business, one that has pulled her family out of poverty.
It’s about the jewelry business, which they grew together from that little wire flower.
Nancy in Milford. Patti in Mexico.
“It’s a God thing. Seriously. There is no way you could dream this up.”
After that first meeting, Nancy returned to Milford and started sending Patti wire and supplies. She sent her tools, so she didn’t have to use her teeth.
Patti, an innate artist, practiced. Soon, she was sending Nancy a garden of flower earrings.
Nancy showed them to people she knew. They loved them, $8 a pair.
The business spread by word of mouth.
“You know what? Eight dollar is nothing to us. But it’s food for a day for them.”
At least twice a year, Nancy goes to Ensenada, which is in the Baja Peninsula. Over the years, she’s seen amazing changes in Patti and her family.
The girl’s dad got off drugs. He began to work for the business. Her brother and his girlfriend got off drugs, too, and got married.
Patti gives them a quota of jewelry to make each week.
Now they make it out of sterling silver, too. And turquoise and other stones. They make purses.
The money has repaired and expanded their once shabby home. It’s built a balcony, a good toilet. It’s done this for aunts and uncles and grandmas, too.
The money paid for Patti’s degree in industrial engineering. It bought her a guitar, something she’d always wanted.
Nancy pulls out a photo of Patti’s graduation. It shows a beautiful young woman in a blue dress standing at a microphone, holding a guitar, singing.
Patti is no longer shy, Nancy says. Far from it.
The money bought her a car, which she drives around the village like a taxi for her neighbors, taking old people to doctor appointments.
The money bought her a computer. And now the family, which had little hope of a worldly horizon, even has the Internet. Patti and Nancy talk via e-mail most every day.
Nancy says she takes no money herself from the business, even though it’s a full-time commitment. All proceeds go to Patti’s family and mission projects.
Why does she do it?
She quotes the Bible, Matthew: “Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of mine, even the least of them, you did it unto me.”
The cell phone rings
Nancy’s face breaks into a smile. It’s Patti!
“I’m doing an interview for the newspaper. Will you talk to her?”
Patti’s English is good. The jewelry business changed her family “completely,” she says. Her dad. Her brother. Her life.
She says Nancy is like another mother now, and she’s blessed they met that day.
“I just was playing with the wire. I didn’t have the idea what I was doing. It just happened.”
Nancy takes the phone back. She presses the speaker button.
“I want you to belt out a song, OK?”
“Sing?”
“Yep.”
(“She’s so good,” Nancy whispers.)
“Now?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
Then the Mexican woman pulls something from her mouth.
A hymn, sung with a Spanish twang.
“Amazing Grace.”
Reach Colleen Kenney at 473-2655 or ckenney@journalstar.com.
Story follows, original link to the story is [here]. I hope to see more like this in the future coming from them.
Jewelry lifts family from poverty
By COLLEEN KENNEY / Lincoln Journal Star
Friday, Mar 27, 2009 - 11:12:13 pm CDT
By COLLEEN KENNEY / Lincoln Journal Star
Friday, Mar 27, 2009 - 11:12:13 pm CDT
The girl was 15 then. She spoke little English. The woman spoke little Spanish.
They met one day in the Mexican village of Ensenada after the woman, a stay-at-home mom from Milford, had finished helping some village women with a craft project.
The craft project had followed Bible study.
The woman from Milford had gone to the village on a mission trip. Outdoor toilets. Tents. Talking to people on the streets about God.
The girl, shy and pretty, walked up and stood beside the woman. The girl took a discarded piece of wire from the craft project and started manipulating it with her hands and teeth. The woman watched. What is she doing?
Then the Mexican girl pulled something from her mouth. A flower.
She’d turned the wire into a beautiful, intricate flower.
This is not normal, the woman told herself. She motioned to the girl to stay put and ran to find a translator, hoping the girl wouldn’t walk away.
Because the woman knew in that moment that God was planting a seed.
Nine years later
“The thing I want people to see is that when God opens a door, you’ve got to listen because you could be missing a huge opportunity otherwise. You just never know.
“But be ready.”
The Milford woman, Nancy Velder, wants to share this story. But please don’t make it about her, she says.
It’s about the girl, Ana Patricia Vallejo — “Patti” — who blossomed into a 23-year-old woman, a college graduate who’s bilingual and the boss of her own jewelry business, one that has pulled her family out of poverty.
It’s about the jewelry business, which they grew together from that little wire flower.
Nancy in Milford. Patti in Mexico.
“It’s a God thing. Seriously. There is no way you could dream this up.”
After that first meeting, Nancy returned to Milford and started sending Patti wire and supplies. She sent her tools, so she didn’t have to use her teeth.
Patti, an innate artist, practiced. Soon, she was sending Nancy a garden of flower earrings.
Nancy showed them to people she knew. They loved them, $8 a pair.
The business spread by word of mouth.
“You know what? Eight dollar is nothing to us. But it’s food for a day for them.”
At least twice a year, Nancy goes to Ensenada, which is in the Baja Peninsula. Over the years, she’s seen amazing changes in Patti and her family.
The girl’s dad got off drugs. He began to work for the business. Her brother and his girlfriend got off drugs, too, and got married.
Patti gives them a quota of jewelry to make each week.
Now they make it out of sterling silver, too. And turquoise and other stones. They make purses.
The money has repaired and expanded their once shabby home. It’s built a balcony, a good toilet. It’s done this for aunts and uncles and grandmas, too.
The money paid for Patti’s degree in industrial engineering. It bought her a guitar, something she’d always wanted.
Nancy pulls out a photo of Patti’s graduation. It shows a beautiful young woman in a blue dress standing at a microphone, holding a guitar, singing.
Patti is no longer shy, Nancy says. Far from it.
The money bought her a car, which she drives around the village like a taxi for her neighbors, taking old people to doctor appointments.
The money bought her a computer. And now the family, which had little hope of a worldly horizon, even has the Internet. Patti and Nancy talk via e-mail most every day.
Nancy says she takes no money herself from the business, even though it’s a full-time commitment. All proceeds go to Patti’s family and mission projects.
Why does she do it?
She quotes the Bible, Matthew: “Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of mine, even the least of them, you did it unto me.”
The cell phone rings
Nancy’s face breaks into a smile. It’s Patti!
“I’m doing an interview for the newspaper. Will you talk to her?”
Patti’s English is good. The jewelry business changed her family “completely,” she says. Her dad. Her brother. Her life.
She says Nancy is like another mother now, and she’s blessed they met that day.
“I just was playing with the wire. I didn’t have the idea what I was doing. It just happened.”
Nancy takes the phone back. She presses the speaker button.
“I want you to belt out a song, OK?”
“Sing?”
“Yep.”
(“She’s so good,” Nancy whispers.)
“Now?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
Then the Mexican woman pulls something from her mouth.
A hymn, sung with a Spanish twang.
“Amazing Grace.”
Reach Colleen Kenney at 473-2655 or ckenney@journalstar.com.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Praise, be blessed for the Butterfly
All eye to the butterfly,
This is her stage, her act her show.
All ear on the butterfly,
All be impressed, all give her bow.
Sweat tears now for the butterfly,
Extract yourself, yer in her show.
All dressed up for the butterfly?
Commence the part, you know you should.
The air, the winds, the rays of light,
The clouds, the rains and snows.
Are all defined for the butterfly,
Even God might .... for the butterfly
Next in line the butterfly,
First in line the butterfly.
ATTENTION to the BUTTERFLY!
I "SAID" ATTENTION. let's,go-let's,go-let's go!
Kiss the fukkin Butterfly.
She said you dance you best and will!
If she want you cry for the butterfly,
An then you cry some more or else.
Next stage is for the butterfly.
Next act still for the butterfly.
Every smile is for the butterfly.
Both ears owned to the butterfly.
All yer heart, yer fears an hopes.
Worship the sweetest Butterfly.
That wasn't an offer or a joke!
There is only one living Butterfly,
You must respect her place in life.
She defines all, this beautiful Butterfly.
She even defines you as you and this you know!
All mercy is from the Butterfly.
All pain is too as you should know.
Let wind fall like rays of light for the butterfly,
Let snow be redefined as well.
Let shallow water become the widest sea.
Let lie be just a joke.
Let beef be pie and greens be pink,
Let wants be needs and clocks be changed.
Let nar be far and let the smile be snarl.
There is no rule except to please the Butterfly.
The Queen of Reality Rules the World!
The Butterfly from Hell!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Yea, I still call em "PIGS!"
In a conversation with a Miami cop I once had, the asshole told me he was a good police officer. I pointed to his watch and asked him if that watch was in fact a machine with only one basic function. He agreed that it in fact was. I next asked him if that that watch could still perform it's basic function if one gear in it failed to operate within it. He replied it couldn't. I then asked him if every part of that "machine" (watch) worked together to assist every other part of that machine to continue regular operation. He agreed.
I asked him if there were good machines designed to do good work amongst bad machines designed to accomplish bad results or create harm. He agreed there were both. I next asked him if every gear in that watch should be responsible for every outcome that that watch produced based on the understanding that every gear within it helped in part to produce the overall outcome of it's functional performance.
Then I asked him if he had a bad machine on his wrist how the fuck he could call even one gear in it a "good" gear if it was working in place with an overall bad machine designed to create a bad outcome.
Next I asked him if the police union was a machine also.... He got totally pissed off at me.
He still hates me, but I didn't like him to begin with. (B.T.W. He's now involved with selling drugs in Woonsocket, Rhode Island and he is the scum bringing younger people into the mess, not doing anything but bringing younger people into the mess)
Yes, I HATE pigs & I still call them all PIGS!
By SCHUYLER DIXON, Associated Press Writer
DALLAS (AP)—A police officer was placed on administrative leave Thursday over a traffic stop involving an NFL player whom he kept in a hospital parking lot and threatened to arrest while his mother-in-law died inside the building.
Officer Robert Powell also drew his gun during the March 18 incident involving Houston Texans running back Ryan Moats in the Dallas suburb of Plano, police said.
“I can screw you over,” he said at one point in the videotaped incident. When another officer came with word that Moats’ mother-in-law was indeed dying, Powell’s response was: “All right. I’m almost done.”
Dallas Police Chief David Kunkle apologized to the family and announced that Powell would be on paid leave pending an internal investigation.
“When we at the command staff reviewed the tape, we were embarrassed, disappointed,” Kunkle said. “It’s hard to find the right word and still be professional in my role as the police chief. But the behavior was not appropriate.”
Powell, 25, a three-year member of the force, stopped Moats’ SUV outside Baylor Regional Medical Center at Plano after Moats rolled through a red light.
Police officials said Powell told his commanders he believed he was doing his job, and that he drew his gun but did not point it. Kunkle said Powell was not necessarily acting improperly when he pulled his weapon out, but that once he realized what was happening should have put the gun back, apologized and offered to help the family in any way.
“His behavior, in my opinion, did not exhibit the common sense, the discretion, the compassion that we expect our officers to exhibit,” Kunkle said.
Moats’ wife, who was in the car along with other relatives, said Powell pointed his weapon at her.
“He was pointing a gun at me as soon as I got out of the car,” Tamishia Moats told The Dallas Morning News.
The Moats family did not immediately return messages left by The Associated Press. Powell did not respond to requests for comment through the Dallas police union.
Video from a dashboard camera inside the officer’s vehicle, obtained by Dallas-Fort Worth station WFAA-TV, revealed an intense exchange in which the officer threatened to jail Moats.
He ordered Tamishia Moats, 27, to get back in the SUV, but after pausing for a few seconds, she and another woman rushed into the hospital. She was by the side of her mother, 45-year-old Jonetta Collinsworth, when she died a short time later from breast cancer.
“Get in there,” said Powell, yelling at Tamishia Moats as she exited the vehicle. “Let me see your hands!”
“Excuse me, my mom is dying,” Tamishia Moats said. “Do you understand?”
Ryan Moats explained that he waited until there was no traffic before proceeding through the red light. When Powell asked for proof of insurance, Moats grew more agitated and told the officer to go find it.
“My mother-in-law is dying! Right now! You’re wasting my time!” Moats yelled. “I don’t understand why you can’t understand that.”
As they argued, the officer got irritated.
“Shut your mouth,” the officer said. “You can either settle down and cooperate or I can just take you to jail for running a red light.”
By the time the 26-year-old NFL player received a ticket and a lecture from Powell, about 13 minutes had passed. When he and Collinsworth’s father entered the hospital, they learned Collinsworth was dead.
Kunkle said the video showed that Moats and his wife “exercised extraordinary patience, restraint in dealing with the behavior of our officer.”
“At no time did Mr. Moats identify himself as an NFL football player or expect any kind of special consideration,” Kunkle said. “He handled himself very, very well.”
The Moats family, who are black, said they can’t help but think that race might have played a part in the white officer’s behavior.
“I think he should lose his job,” Ryan Moats said.
When the exchange was at its most contentious, Powell said he could tow Moats’ SUV if he didn’t have insurance and that he could arrest him for fleeing because he didn’t immediately stop when Powell turned on his sirens. The pursuit lasted a little more than a minute.
“I can screw you over,” Powell said. “I’d rather not do that. Your attitude will dictate everything that happens.”
The ticket issued to Moats was dismissed, Dallas police spokesman Lt. Andy Harvey said.
Texans spokesman Kevin Cooper said the team had no comment.
Moats, a third-round draft choice of the Philadelphia Eagles in 2005 out of Louisiana Tech, was cut by the Eagles in August and later signed with the Texans. In three seasons as a backup, he’s rushed for 441 yards and scored four touchdowns.
He was a standout at Bishop Lynch High School, a private school in Dallas, rushing for more than 2,600 yards and 33 touchdowns as a senior.
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I asked him if there were good machines designed to do good work amongst bad machines designed to accomplish bad results or create harm. He agreed there were both. I next asked him if every gear in that watch should be responsible for every outcome that that watch produced based on the understanding that every gear within it helped in part to produce the overall outcome of it's functional performance.
Then I asked him if he had a bad machine on his wrist how the fuck he could call even one gear in it a "good" gear if it was working in place with an overall bad machine designed to create a bad outcome.
Next I asked him if the police union was a machine also.... He got totally pissed off at me.
He still hates me, but I didn't like him to begin with. (B.T.W. He's now involved with selling drugs in Woonsocket, Rhode Island and he is the scum bringing younger people into the mess, not doing anything but bringing younger people into the mess)
Yes, I HATE pigs & I still call them all PIGS!
Dallas officer delayed NFL player as relative died
By SCHUYLER DIXON, Associated Press Writer
DALLAS (AP)—A police officer was placed on administrative leave Thursday over a traffic stop involving an NFL player whom he kept in a hospital parking lot and threatened to arrest while his mother-in-law died inside the building.
Officer Robert Powell also drew his gun during the March 18 incident involving Houston Texans running back Ryan Moats in the Dallas suburb of Plano, police said.
“I can screw you over,” he said at one point in the videotaped incident. When another officer came with word that Moats’ mother-in-law was indeed dying, Powell’s response was: “All right. I’m almost done.”
Dallas Police Chief David Kunkle apologized to the family and announced that Powell would be on paid leave pending an internal investigation.
“When we at the command staff reviewed the tape, we were embarrassed, disappointed,” Kunkle said. “It’s hard to find the right word and still be professional in my role as the police chief. But the behavior was not appropriate.”
Powell, 25, a three-year member of the force, stopped Moats’ SUV outside Baylor Regional Medical Center at Plano after Moats rolled through a red light.
Police officials said Powell told his commanders he believed he was doing his job, and that he drew his gun but did not point it. Kunkle said Powell was not necessarily acting improperly when he pulled his weapon out, but that once he realized what was happening should have put the gun back, apologized and offered to help the family in any way.
“His behavior, in my opinion, did not exhibit the common sense, the discretion, the compassion that we expect our officers to exhibit,” Kunkle said.
Moats’ wife, who was in the car along with other relatives, said Powell pointed his weapon at her.
“He was pointing a gun at me as soon as I got out of the car,” Tamishia Moats told The Dallas Morning News.
The Moats family did not immediately return messages left by The Associated Press. Powell did not respond to requests for comment through the Dallas police union.
Video from a dashboard camera inside the officer’s vehicle, obtained by Dallas-Fort Worth station WFAA-TV, revealed an intense exchange in which the officer threatened to jail Moats.
He ordered Tamishia Moats, 27, to get back in the SUV, but after pausing for a few seconds, she and another woman rushed into the hospital. She was by the side of her mother, 45-year-old Jonetta Collinsworth, when she died a short time later from breast cancer.
“Get in there,” said Powell, yelling at Tamishia Moats as she exited the vehicle. “Let me see your hands!”
“Excuse me, my mom is dying,” Tamishia Moats said. “Do you understand?”
Ryan Moats explained that he waited until there was no traffic before proceeding through the red light. When Powell asked for proof of insurance, Moats grew more agitated and told the officer to go find it.
“My mother-in-law is dying! Right now! You’re wasting my time!” Moats yelled. “I don’t understand why you can’t understand that.”
As they argued, the officer got irritated.
“Shut your mouth,” the officer said. “You can either settle down and cooperate or I can just take you to jail for running a red light.”
By the time the 26-year-old NFL player received a ticket and a lecture from Powell, about 13 minutes had passed. When he and Collinsworth’s father entered the hospital, they learned Collinsworth was dead.
Kunkle said the video showed that Moats and his wife “exercised extraordinary patience, restraint in dealing with the behavior of our officer.”
“At no time did Mr. Moats identify himself as an NFL football player or expect any kind of special consideration,” Kunkle said. “He handled himself very, very well.”
The Moats family, who are black, said they can’t help but think that race might have played a part in the white officer’s behavior.
“I think he should lose his job,” Ryan Moats said.
When the exchange was at its most contentious, Powell said he could tow Moats’ SUV if he didn’t have insurance and that he could arrest him for fleeing because he didn’t immediately stop when Powell turned on his sirens. The pursuit lasted a little more than a minute.
“I can screw you over,” Powell said. “I’d rather not do that. Your attitude will dictate everything that happens.”
The ticket issued to Moats was dismissed, Dallas police spokesman Lt. Andy Harvey said.
Texans spokesman Kevin Cooper said the team had no comment.
Moats, a third-round draft choice of the Philadelphia Eagles in 2005 out of Louisiana Tech, was cut by the Eagles in August and later signed with the Texans. In three seasons as a backup, he’s rushed for 441 yards and scored four touchdowns.
He was a standout at Bishop Lynch High School, a private school in Dallas, rushing for more than 2,600 yards and 33 touchdowns as a senior.
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Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin were an English rock band formed in 1968 by Jimmy Page (guitar), Robert Plant (vocals), John Paul Jones (bass guitar, keyboards) and John Bonham (drums). With their heavy, guitar-driven sound, Led Zeppelin are regarded as one of the first heavy metal bands.[1][2][3] However, the band's individualistic style draws from many sources and transcends any one genre.[4] Their rock-infused interpretation of the blues and folk genres[5] also incorporated rockabilly,[6] reggae,[7] soul,[8] funk,[9] classical, Celtic, Indian, Arabic, pop, Latin and country.[10] The band did not release the popular songs from their albums as singles in the UK, as they preferred to develop the concept of album-oriented rock.[11][12]
Close to 30 years after disbanding following Bonham's death in 1980, the band continues to be held in high regard for their artistic achievements, commercial success and broad influence. The band have sold more than 300 million albums worldwide,[13][14][15][16][17] including 111.5 million sales in the United States[18] and they have had all of their original studio albums reach the U.S. Billboard Top 10,[19] with six reaching the number one spot. Led Zeppelin are ranked #1 on VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock.[20] Rolling Stone magazine has described Led Zeppelin as "the heaviest band of all time" and "the biggest band of the '70s".[21]
On 10 December 2007 the surviving members of Led Zeppelin reunited (along with deceased drummer John Bonham's son, Jason) for the Ahmet Ertegün Tribute Concert at The O2 Arena in London.
History:
The New Yardbirds (1968)
The beginning of Led Zeppelin can be traced back to the English blues-influenced rock band The Yardbirds.[12] Jimmy Page joined The Yardbirds in 1966 to play rhythm guitar after the original bassist, Paul Samwell-Smith, left the group. Shortly after, Page switched from rhythm to lead guitar, creating a dual-lead guitar line up with Jeff Beck. Following the departure of Beck from the group in October 1966, The Yardbirds, tired from constant touring and recording, were beginning to wind down. Page wanted to form a supergroup with himself and Beck on guitars, and The Who's rhythm section—drummer Keith Moon and bassist John Entwistle. Vocalists Donovan, Steve Winwood and Steve Marriott were also considered for the project.[22] The group never formed, although Page, Beck and Moon did record a song together in 1966, "Beck's Bolero", which is featured on Beck's 1968 album, Truth. The recording session also included bassist-keyboardist John Paul Jones, who told Page that he would be interested in collaborating with him on future projects.[23] <---"This is not complete post. click here for the rest or on link after next paragraph for more"
"The biggest band in the world" (1972–1977)"
"Led Zeppelin's popularity in the early years was dwarfed by their triumphant mid-seventies successes and it is this period that continues to define the band.[23][10] The band's image also changed as members began to wear elaborate, flamboyant clothing. Led Zeppelin began travelling in a private jet airliner (nicknamed The Starship),[10][59] rented out entire sections of hotels (most notably the Continental Hyatt House in Los Angeles, known colloquially as the "Riot House"), and became the subject of many of rock's most famous stories of debauchery. One escapade involved John Bonham riding a motorcycle through a rented floor of the Riot House,[10] while another involved wild parties in the Tokyo Hilton, leading to the band being banned from that establishment for life.[28] However, although Led Zeppelin developed a reputation for trashing their hotel suites and throwing television sets out of the windows, some suggest that these tales have been somewhat exaggerated. Music journalist Chris Welch argues that "[Led Zeppelin's] travels spawned many stories, but it was a myth that [they] were constantly engaged in acts of wanton destruction and lewd behaviour.[28]" <--- only added that because I liked that & wanned to'
More at Wiki's site [here]
The album Physical Graffiti was released in 1975. I remember it's release because I was 14 then and this album set blew me away. I bet I have purchased 25 copies of it, most on vinyl, few on 8-Track tape and few on cassette.
Even though I'm posting it here I recommend you go out and purchase a hard copy of the real thing for yourself because it truly is a musical masterpiece.
Disk 1:
In the light...
Bron yr aur stomp...
Down by the seaside...
Ten years gone...
Night flight...
The Wanton Song...
Boogie with Stu...
Black country woman...
Sick again...
Disk 2:
Custard pie...
The Rover...
In my time of dieing...
Houses of the holy...
Trampled under foot...
Kashmir...
T-Mobile dance (Thanks Barb)
Thank You Barb, great e-mail Hon...
"Consider an event that happened recently at the Liverpool Street Station, in London."
"Telecom giant, T-Mobile, chose this location in the UK as the backdrop for a new advertisement, filmed during rush hour. It took 8 weeks of planning, 8 sound tracks of 60s thru 90s music, 10,000 people who auditioned, 400 people chosen, 10 hidden cameras, and a terminal full of unsuspecting commuters... some of whom obviously missed their trains"
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Nother chat log (this one was fun tho)
A friend of mine is always on her "BB" in messenger.
How the hell I gonna know what "on my BB" means?
I don't know what "on my BB" means & I live in Near-Braska. *geesh!
I ask her like twenty times over last few months but broblem is when she's on her "BB" she never replies to me "Snob!"
Anyway I figgered I'd get the secret code outta her today and the chat message went as follows. You might like it and even if'n you doesn't I still had fun typin it anyway.
Of course and as always I'm changin her name cause she's my friend an I don't share.
For this I'm gonna call her "Other_Canadian_Babe", ok?
Chat log now follows:
Other_Canadian_Babe: I can't do your blog from my BB
Funk: Is ok, but what the heck does "BB" mean? Better behavior????
Funk: "Bare Butt">>?
Funk: "Blue Bunny"????
Funk: "Bouncy Ball"???
Funk: "Butterounacious Blammyknophergous"?
Funk: I bet it means Butterounacious Blammyknophergous and yer a secret terrorist planning an attack on Chickamaw Beach in Minnesota
Funk: at the intersection of hwy 1 & rt 15 late next Thursday night about 11:15pm
Other_Canadian_Babe: Damnit davy I TOLD you it's BlackBerry!!!
Funk: then yer gonna escape to Manhattan Beach, hole up there for a while then head out to Fifty Lakes area and take hostages
Funk: three redheaded, bi-sexual lesbian nurses I recon. Then from there yer gonna head down south to Interstate 80 and find a truck stop and eat sloppy Joes with onions on em and cheesy nacho's and look for a map to try to find out where the hell Near-Braska is
Funk: then you an them three hostages of yers are plannin on hood-winkin me into gettin in an take a ride with ya "cause You know I know yer plan now"
Funk: Then yer gonna swaggle-tie me up an set me down in the back seat with them nurses all over me keepin me shut up all the way down through Mexico and on further to South America.
Funk: An when we get there yer gonna try everything you can think of to get the information outta me. But I aint never gonna tell you nothin, not till you dye yer hair red and buy me a pizza
Funk: then yer gonna give in an dye yer hair red an buy me a pizza!
Funk: Then I'm gonna eat the dang PIZZA!
Funk: then I will confess that I knew yer evil plan all along
Other_Canadian_Babe: LMAO
Funk: that yer attack on Chickamaw Beach in Minnesota "at the intersection of hwy 1 & rt 15 late next Thursday night about 11:15pm" and yer kidnappin of the three bodacious bi-sensual, lesbian nurses was all a bogus plan. You never attacked the beach. You just stuck silly stickers all over the place sayin you did and you never kidnapped them nurses at all....
Funk: You did it all, you set it all up just to get me down on a beach in beautiful South America half nekked to molestiate me
Funk: then I confess too that I needed the pizza for energy to & and to & and to & and to again...
Other_Canadian_Babe: Ya got me pissin my pants laffin
Funk: I know how you work MISSY!
Other_Canadian_Babe: Now pay a fuckin tention...BB stands for blackberry and don't ya fuckin forget it
Funk: I'll leave the front door unlocked and a $195 gas card next to the door in case you run short on gas money, plus I got a brand new 50' rope in a bag out on the porch if you need it to tie me up
Funk: oops... it must suck tryin to read this bull-crap then, huh?
Other_Canadian_Babe: Not at all my love
Other_Canadian_Babe: You amuse me
Other_Canadian_Babe: No one makes me laff quite like u do
Funk: *smile
Funk: LOL, if I change yer name can I post this chat, cause I had a great time writing it?
Other_Canadian_Babe: Go for it baby
Other_Canadian_Babe: I gotta go kinda
Funk: LOL, ty (((((((((((((((((((((((((((Hugs & Kisses Hon)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Other_Canadian_Babe: I will answer when I can
Funk: Me too. I gotta go talk to a frikkin Judge
Other_Canadian_Babe: Luv ya baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Other_Canadian_Babe: Esp XxxxXxxxxxxxxxx's all over your 'site'
Other_Canadian_Babe: Behave!!!
Other_Canadian_Babe: No'motherfucker' comments
Anyway she's awesome & I had a great time pickin on her fer a while...
How the hell I gonna know what "on my BB" means?
I don't know what "on my BB" means & I live in Near-Braska. *geesh!
I ask her like twenty times over last few months but broblem is when she's on her "BB" she never replies to me "Snob!"
Anyway I figgered I'd get the secret code outta her today and the chat message went as follows. You might like it and even if'n you doesn't I still had fun typin it anyway.
Of course and as always I'm changin her name cause she's my friend an I don't share.
For this I'm gonna call her "Other_Canadian_Babe", ok?
Chat log now follows:
Other_Canadian_Babe: I can't do your blog from my BB
Funk: Is ok, but what the heck does "BB" mean? Better behavior????
Funk: "Bare Butt">>?
Funk: "Blue Bunny"????
Funk: "Bouncy Ball"???
Funk: "Butterounacious Blammyknophergous"?
Funk: I bet it means Butterounacious Blammyknophergous and yer a secret terrorist planning an attack on Chickamaw Beach in Minnesota
Funk: at the intersection of hwy 1 & rt 15 late next Thursday night about 11:15pm
Other_Canadian_Babe: Damnit davy I TOLD you it's BlackBerry!!!
Funk: then yer gonna escape to Manhattan Beach, hole up there for a while then head out to Fifty Lakes area and take hostages
Funk: three redheaded, bi-sexual lesbian nurses I recon. Then from there yer gonna head down south to Interstate 80 and find a truck stop and eat sloppy Joes with onions on em and cheesy nacho's and look for a map to try to find out where the hell Near-Braska is
Funk: then you an them three hostages of yers are plannin on hood-winkin me into gettin in an take a ride with ya "cause You know I know yer plan now"
Funk: Then yer gonna swaggle-tie me up an set me down in the back seat with them nurses all over me keepin me shut up all the way down through Mexico and on further to South America.
Funk: An when we get there yer gonna try everything you can think of to get the information outta me. But I aint never gonna tell you nothin, not till you dye yer hair red and buy me a pizza
Funk: then yer gonna give in an dye yer hair red an buy me a pizza!
Funk: Then I'm gonna eat the dang PIZZA!
Funk: then I will confess that I knew yer evil plan all along
Other_Canadian_Babe: LMAO
Funk: that yer attack on Chickamaw Beach in Minnesota "at the intersection of hwy 1 & rt 15 late next Thursday night about 11:15pm" and yer kidnappin of the three bodacious bi-sensual, lesbian nurses was all a bogus plan. You never attacked the beach. You just stuck silly stickers all over the place sayin you did and you never kidnapped them nurses at all....
Funk: You did it all, you set it all up just to get me down on a beach in beautiful South America half nekked to molestiate me
Funk: then I confess too that I needed the pizza for energy to & and to & and to & and to again...
Other_Canadian_Babe: Ya got me pissin my pants laffin
Funk: I know how you work MISSY!
Other_Canadian_Babe: Now pay a fuckin tention...BB stands for blackberry and don't ya fuckin forget it
Funk: I'll leave the front door unlocked and a $195 gas card next to the door in case you run short on gas money, plus I got a brand new 50' rope in a bag out on the porch if you need it to tie me up
Funk: oops... it must suck tryin to read this bull-crap then, huh?
Other_Canadian_Babe: Not at all my love
Other_Canadian_Babe: You amuse me
Other_Canadian_Babe: No one makes me laff quite like u do
Funk: *smile
Funk: LOL, if I change yer name can I post this chat, cause I had a great time writing it?
Other_Canadian_Babe: Go for it baby
Other_Canadian_Babe: I gotta go kinda
Funk: LOL, ty (((((((((((((((((((((((((((Hugs & Kisses Hon)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Other_Canadian_Babe: I will answer when I can
Funk: Me too. I gotta go talk to a frikkin Judge
Other_Canadian_Babe: Luv ya baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Other_Canadian_Babe: Esp XxxxXxxxxxxxxxx's all over your 'site'
Other_Canadian_Babe: Behave!!!
Other_Canadian_Babe: No
Anyway she's awesome & I had a great time pickin on her fer a while...
Probably my last MotherEarth post ever....
How to Build a Greenhouse from Used Windows or Storm Doors
DIY Greenhouse Plan to Grow Vegetables All Winter Long
March 19, 2009
By Nevin Hawlman
This greenhouse is made from reused aluminum storm doors.
NEVIN HAWLMAN
Early that autumn morning, I knew it was going to be a great day: I dropped my toast, and it landed honey-side up! Then in the morning newspaper, I saw an announcement for a public auction of “dozens of used aluminum storm doors.” I could hardly wait to hitch up my trailer.
My bid was $4 when the auctioneer said, “Sold! How many do you want?”
“All of them,” I said. I went home with 25 used double-track aluminum storm doors with screens and tempered glass.
Building the Greenhouse
I always wanted a home garden greenhouse to start my own vegetable plants (and a warm place to putter as the snow swirled outside). When I announced my new project at our Sunday family supper, my son smiled as he said, “I thought you were running low on things to do.” The next day he was helping me unload stones for the greenhouse base.
We made the greenhouse frame from 2-by-6s. The studs and rafters are on 36-inch centers to accommodate the 36-inch storm doors. Top and bottom plates are double 2-by-6s with overlapping corners. The frame is held together by three-eighths-inch bolts and galvanized spiral nails. The north side has no glass exposure. It is sheathed with oriented strand board and covered with vinyl siding. It shelters the greenhouse from cold winter winds. That sheltered side also makes working in the greenhouse bearable on hot summer days. The worktable is in the shade.
Heating the Greenhouse
The greenhouse is heated by hot water piped in via underground lines coming from a woodstove outside my shop. I modified the stove by laying a cast-iron radiator on top of it. The water in the radiator is drawn to the greenhouse radiator by a small circulating pump. The pump runs constantly in cold months. The greenhouse thermostat controls the blower on the remote woodstove so it maintains a water temperature of about 120 degrees Fahrenheit. I think this is more efficient than having the water temperature fluctuate widely. I know it provides a more even temperature in the greenhouse, which ranges from 70 to 80 degrees on cloudy days.
If you love gardening and potting plants, build a greenhouse! Don’t expect it to pay for itself unless you value the excitement of seeing a seed sprout, you get a special satisfaction from eating your own harvest, and enjoy the flavors that have been lost in the quest for commercial produce that stays hard as wood in shipping (and also resembles wood in flavor).
Remember; your first greenhouse can be anything from a recycled flea-market fish aquarium to a heated walk-in model. Whatever style you choose, you will surely enjoy it.
*end of post, now comments:
This was taken from Mother Earth News email. I still like the guys in spite of the fact that they sold out like stink-panced little weasel boys and are now trying to hustle for money (they used to focus on you saving money), anyway [here] is the link to the page and you can look up motherearth.com yerself if you wanna deal with em.
Bettie Page, per request by Lloyd
[WARNING] No nudity but Bettie Page is erotic. It is very strongly recommended that anyone over the age of 48 years old take vitamins & eat a healthy meal before watchin this. (This means you Lloyd, ya old fart!)
I got this in my email from a very sweet & dear friend.
IN THE 1500'S
"The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the1500s:"
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all t he babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It's raining cats and dogs.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out t on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ..dead ringer..
"And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !
Educate someone. Share these facts with a friend"
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
You CANNOT petition the Lord with prayer!
This will be by far my hardest post ever.
I am not a freak loving an idol. Jim was no beacon for me, but he was something more.
The man died hard. You can say he died in his sleep, overdosed, but he did not.
He started dieing at around age 4. He experienced being crushed by false humanity for years. He lived in this strange place knowing that nothing was quite right and he asked you to see it too...
Nobody listened.
Today is today and hate to say it but he was right.
Your religions (I am a Christian in full & a son of God), but most religions are fakes. Governments take a look, see three good churches and can't stop Gods word so they try a different approach.
They build 1993 fake churches around the real three, just to make it hard for you to find the real 3.
James Morrison did give his life for honesty!
Below a quick 1/2 info quote on James Douglas Morrison and below that a link for more & then as usual (the best is for last) a song about his understandings on bully-shit religion.
NOTE: I have prayed Jim met the honest God before he died for real...
---Begin Quote---
James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943—July 3, 1971) was an American singer, songwriter, poet, writer and film maker. He is best known as the lead singer and lyricist of The Doors and is widely considered to be one of the most charismatic frontmen in rock music history.[2] He was also the author of several books of poetry[2] and the director of a documentary and short film. Although Morrison was known for his baritone vocals, many fans, scholars and journalists alike have referenced his theatrical stage persona, self-destructive lifestyle and his work as a poet.[3]
Morrison was born in Melbourne, Florida, to future Admiral George Stephen Morrison and Clara Clarke Morrison. Morrison had a sister, Anne Robin, who was born in 1947 in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and a brother, Andrew Lee Morrison, who was born in 1948 in Los Altos, California. He was of Scottish and Irish ethnic heritage.[4] He purportedly had an I.Q. of 150.[5][6]
In 1947, Morrison, then four years old, allegedly witnessed a car accident in the desert, where a family of Native Americans were injured and possibly killed. He referred to this incident in a spoken word performance on the song "Dawn's Highway" from the album An American Prayer, and again in the songs "Peace Frog" and "Ghost Song".
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Morrison believed the incident to be the most formative event in his life and made repeated references to it in the imagery in his songs, poems and interviews. Interestingly, his family does not recall this incident happening in the way he told it. According to the Morrison biography No One Here Gets Out Alive, Morrison's family did drive past a car accident on an Indian reservation when he was a child, and he was very upset by it. However, the book The Doors written by the remaining members of The Doors, explains how different Morrison's account of the incident was from the account of his father. This book quotes his father as saying, "We went by several Indians. It did make an impression on him [the young James]. He always thought about that crying Indian." This is contrasted sharply with Morrison's tale of "Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death". In the same book, his sister is quoted as saying, "He enjoyed telling that story and exaggerating it. He said he saw a dead Indian by the side of the road, and I don't even know if that's true."
---End Quote---
Rest of Wiki page is [here]
Now song "best for last"
The Soft Parade [link]
Lyrics:
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide,
A place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door.
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy,
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled —
One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn.
One is a bandit up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home.
Catacombs,
Nursery bones,
Winter women
Growing stones,
Carrying babies
To the river;
Streets and shoes,
Avenues,
Leather riders
Selling news,
The monk bought Lunch.
He he he, he bought a little.
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip.
This is the trip, the best part
I really like it.
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!
Successful hills are here to stay,
Everything must be this way.
Gentle streets where people play,
Welcome to the Soft Parade.
All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave.
“Must be something else”, we say
“Somehow to defend this place.”
Everything must be this way,
Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum.
People out to have some fun,
Cobra on my left,
Leopard on my right, yeah.
Deer woman in a silk dress,
Girls with beads around their necks,
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night.
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter,
The radio is moaning,
Calling to the dogs.
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard,
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed.
Tropic corridor,
Tropic treasure,
What got us this far,
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new,
Something else to get us through, yeah. C'mon!
1st voice 2nd voice 3rd voice
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
But it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' in the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the gods.
You gotta
Meet me Too late, baby!
Shoot a few animals аt the crossroads Too late!
let out in the yard.
But it's getting harder Whoa!
Gotta meet me You’ve done great, hey!
at the edge of town, Having a good time.
You’d better come along
outskirts of the city Let’s fun!
Just you and I
and the evening sky. We are so alone.
Better bring your gun You’d better come along.
You’d better bring your gun.
We’re gonna have some fun! Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure.
“When all else fails,
We can whip the horse's
Eyes and make them sleep
and cry.”
I am not a freak loving an idol. Jim was no beacon for me, but he was something more.
The man died hard. You can say he died in his sleep, overdosed, but he did not.
He started dieing at around age 4. He experienced being crushed by false humanity for years. He lived in this strange place knowing that nothing was quite right and he asked you to see it too...
Nobody listened.
Today is today and hate to say it but he was right.
Your religions (I am a Christian in full & a son of God), but most religions are fakes. Governments take a look, see three good churches and can't stop Gods word so they try a different approach.
They build 1993 fake churches around the real three, just to make it hard for you to find the real 3.
James Morrison did give his life for honesty!
Below a quick 1/2 info quote on James Douglas Morrison and below that a link for more & then as usual (the best is for last) a song about his understandings on bully-shit religion.
NOTE: I have prayed Jim met the honest God before he died for real...
---Begin Quote---
James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943—July 3, 1971) was an American singer, songwriter, poet, writer and film maker. He is best known as the lead singer and lyricist of The Doors and is widely considered to be one of the most charismatic frontmen in rock music history.[2] He was also the author of several books of poetry[2] and the director of a documentary and short film. Although Morrison was known for his baritone vocals, many fans, scholars and journalists alike have referenced his theatrical stage persona, self-destructive lifestyle and his work as a poet.[3]
Morrison was born in Melbourne, Florida, to future Admiral George Stephen Morrison and Clara Clarke Morrison. Morrison had a sister, Anne Robin, who was born in 1947 in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and a brother, Andrew Lee Morrison, who was born in 1948 in Los Altos, California. He was of Scottish and Irish ethnic heritage.[4] He purportedly had an I.Q. of 150.[5][6]
In 1947, Morrison, then four years old, allegedly witnessed a car accident in the desert, where a family of Native Americans were injured and possibly killed. He referred to this incident in a spoken word performance on the song "Dawn's Highway" from the album An American Prayer, and again in the songs "Peace Frog" and "Ghost Song".
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Morrison believed the incident to be the most formative event in his life and made repeated references to it in the imagery in his songs, poems and interviews. Interestingly, his family does not recall this incident happening in the way he told it. According to the Morrison biography No One Here Gets Out Alive, Morrison's family did drive past a car accident on an Indian reservation when he was a child, and he was very upset by it. However, the book The Doors written by the remaining members of The Doors, explains how different Morrison's account of the incident was from the account of his father. This book quotes his father as saying, "We went by several Indians. It did make an impression on him [the young James]. He always thought about that crying Indian." This is contrasted sharply with Morrison's tale of "Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death". In the same book, his sister is quoted as saying, "He enjoyed telling that story and exaggerating it. He said he saw a dead Indian by the side of the road, and I don't even know if that's true."
---End Quote---
Rest of Wiki page is [here]
Now song "best for last"
The Soft Parade [link]
Lyrics:
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide,
A place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door.
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy,
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled —
One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn.
One is a bandit up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home.
Catacombs,
Nursery bones,
Winter women
Growing stones,
Carrying babies
To the river;
Streets and shoes,
Avenues,
Leather riders
Selling news,
The monk bought Lunch.
He he he, he bought a little.
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip.
This is the trip, the best part
I really like it.
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!
Successful hills are here to stay,
Everything must be this way.
Gentle streets where people play,
Welcome to the Soft Parade.
All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave.
“Must be something else”, we say
“Somehow to defend this place.”
Everything must be this way,
Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum.
People out to have some fun,
Cobra on my left,
Leopard on my right, yeah.
Deer woman in a silk dress,
Girls with beads around their necks,
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night.
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter,
The radio is moaning,
Calling to the dogs.
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard,
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed.
Tropic corridor,
Tropic treasure,
What got us this far,
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new,
Something else to get us through, yeah. C'mon!
1st voice 2nd voice 3rd voice
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
But it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' in the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the gods.
You gotta
Meet me Too late, baby!
Shoot a few animals аt the crossroads Too late!
let out in the yard.
But it's getting harder Whoa!
Gotta meet me You’ve done great, hey!
at the edge of town, Having a good time.
You’d better come along
outskirts of the city Let’s fun!
Just you and I
and the evening sky. We are so alone.
Better bring your gun You’d better come along.
You’d better bring your gun.
We’re gonna have some fun! Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure.
“When all else fails,
We can whip the horse's
Eyes and make them sleep
and cry.”
Crafts - How to create petal motifs using needle felting.
This is from "The Crafts Channel"
I can't describe how wonderful it is for a person to take time out with the little ones and try these simple crafts with them. It gives them a sense of achievement and offers them other options in life that are healthy in both mind and spirit.
In the latest stitching project demonstration brought to you by The Crafts Channel, Corinne Bradd shows Emma Ward how to create petal motifs using needle felting. Use bright coloured fabric and a reptitive technique to make these floral fancies in no time. Make sure you keep checking back in with us at The Crafts Channel for the latest installment of this series.
I can't describe how wonderful it is for a person to take time out with the little ones and try these simple crafts with them. It gives them a sense of achievement and offers them other options in life that are healthy in both mind and spirit.
In the latest stitching project demonstration brought to you by The Crafts Channel, Corinne Bradd shows Emma Ward how to create petal motifs using needle felting. Use bright coloured fabric and a reptitive technique to make these floral fancies in no time. Make sure you keep checking back in with us at The Crafts Channel for the latest installment of this series.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Amos Lee is Awesome!
"Shout Out Loud" is the 1st video from Amos Lee's new album "Supply And Demand"
Ain't No Sunshine
(beautiful cover)
Ain't No Sunshine
(beautiful cover)
Puzzle here...
Object is to find out how many times you don't find the word "Funks" in this puzzle.
Guess what? There is only one correct answer too. See if you can guess it dummy.
Guess what? There is only one correct answer too. See if you can guess it dummy.
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