Wednesday, January 17, 2007

...Cold Winds...

Day before yesterday, the temperature stayed in the 20s all day. Rather shocking, considering that it's Texas. Not to mention painfully cold to my Southern self. I lived through it, though, as anyone reading this post can tell. I can't tell you how much I love cold weather. Trees with ice on them, white ground (sometimes), Jackets! I love Jackets to death. Not to mention scarves, turtlenecks....(also, it guarantees that those females which do not usually dress...umm...very well will do so)

Are your readers aware that "Foyle's War" is a GREAT show? Well, if you weren't before, you are now. It is the story of a policeman (a Detective Chief Superintendant, to be precise) who is not allowed to join the armed forces for various reasons. So instead, he fights at home against all kinds of criminals. The ones who break into houses, the ones who murder, the ones who will do anything to get out of war, the corrupt ones in high offices, and many more besides. Of course, he always pulls it off with plenty of style.


Good Day...

Friday, January 12, 2007

...There Are Strange Things Done....

or in this case, strange things said. This song is from Bob Dylan's newest album.

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As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden,
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine,
I was passin' by yon cool crystal fountain,
Someone hit me from behind.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through this weary world of woe.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to heal, so pray for me, mother.
In the human heart, an evil spirit will dwell.
I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others,
But oh mother things ain't goin' well.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost.

Now I'm all worn down by weeping,
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry.
If I catch my opponents ever sleeping,
I'll just slaughter'em where they lie.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through the world mysterious and vague.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' through the cities of the plague.

Well, the whole world is filled with speculation,
The whole wide world which people say is round.
They will tear your mind away from contemplation,
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Eatin' hog-eyed grease in a hog-eyed town.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Some day you'll be glad to have me around.

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack.
I'll make the most of one last extra hour,
I'll avenge my father's death when I step back.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Hand me down my walkin' cane.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Got to get you out of my miserable brain.

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
My mule is sick, my horse is blind.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Thinkin' 'bout that gal I left behind.

Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flyin',
Fame and honor never seem to fade.
The fire gone out but the light is never dyin'.
Who says I can't get heavenly aid'

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Carryin' a dead man's seal.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' with a toothache in my heel.

The suffering is unending;
Every nook and cranny has its tears.
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending,
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Walkin' ever since the other night.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' till I'm clean out of sight.

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn.
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon:
There's no one here, the gardener is gone.

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
In the last outback at the world's end.


Good Day...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

...Are You Prepared To Take A Dive...

Boston & St. John's ~ Great Big Sea

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Girl don't tell me that it's morning
Can we keep the curtains drawn?
I haven't given you fair warning
But our ship, she sails at dawn

And it's true I must be going, but I swear it won't be long
There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St.John's
I'm a rover, and I'm bound to sail away
I'm a rover, can you love me anyway?

And if some suitor comes approaching
Will you let him through your door
What if I return half-broken
Will you still want me anymore?

And it's true I must be going, but I swear it won't be long
There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St.John's
I'm a rover, and I'm bound to sail away
I'm a rover, can you love me anyway?

Close your eyes and dream
and tell me what you see
Tell me what you want
Just tell me that you'll wait for me

Girl don't tell me that it's morning
Can we keep the curtains drawn?
I haven't given you fair warning
But our ship, she sails at dawn

And it's true I must be going, but I swear it won't be long
There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St.John's
I'm a rover, and I'm bound to sail away
I'm a rover, can you love me anyway?



It's Beautiful, isn't it?

Good Day...