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Bits of lyrical advice

It seems many of the lyrics of the classic rock songs have more meaning/messages than most lyrics today. This idea of mine is certainly biased. Accurate or not, that idea created the reason for this post.

Best case you might pick up some useful thoughts here. At least, I hope you are prompted to leave a comment.

So in no particular arrangement here are lines/phrases from my favorite lyrics: (oh with the extensive search capabilities on the web I’m sure you can find the song related to these lyrics)

 

Crossing a tree bridge

 

But it’s all right now, in fact it’s a gas
But it’s all right, I’m jumping Jack Flash

Wild thing, you make my heart sing,
you make everything groovy.

Oh, and she never gives out,
she never gives in,
she just changes her mind.

Remember what the dormouse said,
feed your head.

You can’t always get what you want,
but if you try sometime, you’ll find
you get what you need.

You can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave.

The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast

It’s not having what you want,
It’s wanting what you’ve got.

Some days I feel alright,
Some days I can’t wait until it’s night,
Some days you gotta face that light.

Don’t surround yourself with yourself.

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow.

A weema weh, a weema weh…
(ok just a catchy sound)

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to find
I’m not the man they think I’m at home.

You know you ain’t get younger
Your pain and your hunger are drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom
Well that’s just some people talking
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me
And then she asks me "Do you feel all right?"
And I’ll say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight"

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I’ll change this one for my blog:
You can check out any time you like,
but you can leave a comment.

A different morning

Morning has broken. Unlike the many mornings of this year.

When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

 
I admit that mind trick has worked for me a few times. Seems lately it doesn’t work quite as well. Maybe I’ve become allergic to whiskers on kittens. No not really, the reason is my caregiver duty has ended. My wife's spirit has left her body. Here’s her obituary if you would like to learn more about this wonderful lady.

 

Here's a couple of songs that I find calming.

 

 

 

  

 

fragmenting rights

I am exercising my right to fragment today's blog post.  There is a somewhat regular group (I really don't know how regular they are.  I assume) that join Mrs. 4444 for her Friday Fragments.

(just a side note here in the middle - have you ever watched Mrs. 4444's youtube star dog Cooper?  -  now there's some talent)

  
I started the week with sinus problem that enjoyed keeping me up.  So I was feeling a little sleep deprived early in the week.  I understand sleep deprivation is an interrogation technique.  Not that I expect to be interrogated any time soon, but I might be a push over.

our end starts with our beginning - life is a big cycle - some learn to ride it and others don't.

right to rant - is that in the bill of rights?

(maybe in the blogger rights)

saving the post office
( Now don't tell me that you didn't hear about the post office financial problem.  Think of labor intensive moving of physical items compared to email,facebook,online bill paying, twitter, etc. )

Senator Claire McCaskill, apparently my age, suggested to the postmaster general at a hearing to run an advertising campaign urging Americans to send more letters to each other.

My suggestion - (just as good IMHO)

Force big pharma to only advertise through junk mail.  Take their dumb TV ads off the air and into junk mail.

Anyone else feeling bummed about the upcoming 9/11 anniversary?  Last weekend I started watching the specials on National Geographic channel.  Even NOVA did a special on the building of the memorial in NYC.  Of course, these special reports are informative and important historical stories.

Oh the story of a guide dog that saved a World Trade Center worker brought me to tears.


I posted my little story about 9/11 - damn.


Oh did you notice how the little divider pictures above seem related?  I fragmented this picture to make them.  Sentences and thoughts are not the only things to fragment.

blogs connect because of words

(another post that is not my normal “lighten up” type post. If you think you have life figured out then you’re a fool. The events this weekend have stirred too much emotion not write something.)

The Arizona violence this past weekend - I don’t know what to write. The shock of it fills me with so many emotions and questions. Why?

Columbine, Virgina Tech, and Oklahoma City come to mind because of the innocent that perish in Tucson on Saturday.

I avoid political issues on this blog. It would be great if we could discuss political issues in a peaceful thoughtful respecting way. It doesn’t seem to happen. It’s not clear if politics where involved. I suspect they played a role but I’m not writing this to argue about it. Our American society is losing respect for fellow members. Even if you disagree with a person’s views you must still respect that person as a fellow human.

Anger - do we even need this emotion any more?

Technobabe’s post today prompted me to share my thoughts. Here’s part of comment I shared on Technobabe’s post titled “Will There Ever Really Be Peace?”.

“...Thanks. Peace everywhere all the time - probably not possible. Peace can be local and if more enjoy it then they'll know how good it feels... “

Is that the problem? Are there people who never experience peace or have forgotten what peace they may have had once?

Nine year old Christina-Taylor Green had her dreams taken away in this tradegy. Are you parents? I’m very sure Christina’s killer was not. Both of them made a trip to see a congresswoman. But for vastly different reasons. One was respect and interest. The other was hate and destruction.

I believe most people are good and loving. I know others see things differently than me and that’s good. Good for me and good for society. Nobody has all the answers but a few do take time to express wisdom. One source of wisdom for me is the Chicago Tribune newspaper columnist, Mary Schmich. Here’s a link for more on her. She hasn’t written anything about this tragedy yet but I suspect she will.

I’ve enjoyed reading her columns for years. One favorite is her famous “Wear Sunscreen” that was put to song.

Here’s a few advice tips from the “Wear Sunscreen”

• Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
• Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
• Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
• Respect your elders.

There is more advice in this address to a graduating class but I wonder if enough people listen and hear advice like this.

More recently Mary wrote about the loss of her mother. I’ve kept the following quote from one of those columns.

“What feels like manure often turns out to be fertilizer.” - Mary Schmich

I struggle to think of any growing type fertilizer coming from this Tucson tragedy. But hopefully because of it some hot heads will show some respect for the other side. Could people think before shouting violent ideas? I believe people listen to a song more than a scream.

I don’t have any sure answers or solutions for the spread of mean hateful talk but I don’t find any benefit in it for anyone.

I’ll just end with one last thought and request. You parents and other adults that interact with children, please be an example of respect and tolerance of others. Do it for the memory of Christina-Taylor Green.

I met a man today

(this post is not my normal “lighten up” type post. If you think you have life figured out then you’re a fool. Life has so many twists, turns, surprise events it’s like figuring out the route of the next tornado.)

I met a man today.

He was different from the man I had known. Yet he was the same man in many ways. He appearance has strikingly changed from the man I had spent time with months ago. His body has thinned. His hair short and white.

Cancer.

I was told before he showed up. Also told that he didn’t want to talk about it.

We talked. We only talked about his past travels to places I’ve never been. Never was the ‘C’ word spoken.

He laughed. He played with the grandkids. I enjoyed his company.

Is it sadder because it is the Christmas season? Cancer doesn’t care what time of year it is.

He is more private than me but that’s OK. The greatness of humanity comes from its diversity. I don’t know what I would do in his situation, but that doesn’t matter. He shared some his time and I’m thankful.

He is a kind man and I hope to meet him again and hear more about his travels again.