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Friday, February 24, 2006
THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS: Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought And everything fell in place for me. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution Because of the notion the potion of passion Had never been passed to me. But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll. But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole. A blessing refreshing in you did unfold, Dispelling depressing distressing thoughts from my soul. Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought And everything fell in place for me. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution Because of the notion the potion of passion Had never been passed to me. But now that you're by my side, I find that I feel so satisfied, Somebody must have lied to me.
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AJS at 9:27 PM
Monday, February 20, 2006
"Taking No Chances" I am part of it. No, I am the total but there is also a possibility that I am only a fraction of it. I am that which begins but has no beginning. I am also full of shit up to my ears. --Richard Brautigan
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AJS at 9:57 PM
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
"Love Poem" A lake flickers after snow, and I enter the refraction, like playing the piano— fingers moving under hand the hour stretched with Chopin. In children, too, it's habitual: a group mazes its way along the street like an amoeba under a microscope— but once when the day still held us to itself, there was a sudden turning towards— as when, in Wisconsin, from the back of the car, I first saw the man in the moon: those craters, the eyes, the wide shadow at center the mouth. It was so obvious! Now I'm always trying to forget so it can come again, naturally, like the cat through the crack in the window over the garage, or the fallen leaves that collect each night by the door. --Nadia Herman Colburn
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AJS at 9:28 PM
GILLIAN WELCH: Everything is free now, That's what they say. Everything I ever loved, I'm going to give it away. Someone hit the big score. They figured it out, That we're gonna do it anyway, Even if doesn't pay. I can get a tip jar, Gas up the car, And try to make a little change Down at the bar. Or I can get a straight job, I've done it before. I never minded working hard, It's who I'm working for. Every day I wake up, Come in a song. But I don't need to run around, I just stay home. And sing a little love song, My love, to myself. If there's something that you want to hear, You can sing it yourself. 'Cause everything is free now, That what I say. No one's got to listen to The words in my head. Someone hit the big score, And I figured it out, That we're gonna do it anyway, Even if doesn't pay.
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AJS at 8:53 PM
Monday, February 06, 2006
LUCINDA WILLIAMS: Baby, see how I been living Velvet curtains on the windows too Keep the bright and unforgiving Light from shining through Baby, I remember all the things we did When we slept together In the blue behind your eyelids Baby, sweet baby Traced your scent through the gloom 'Til I found these purple flowers I was spent, I was soon smelling you for hours Lavender, lotus blossoms too Water the dirt, flowers last for you Baby, sweet baby Tangerines and persimmons And sugarcane Grapes and honeydew melon Enough fit for a queen Lemon trees don't make a sound 'Til branches bend and fruit falls to the ground Baby, sweet baby Come to my world and witness The way things have changed 'Cause I finally did it, baby I got out of La Grange Got in my Mercury and drove out west Pedal to the metal and my luck to the test Baby, sweet baby I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor I been cryin' for you boy but truth is my savior Baby, sweet baby if it's all the same Take the glory any day over the fame Baby, sweet baby
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AJS at 8:45 PM
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