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Posted by Willow on March 6, 2002, at 23:18:54
baking a cake
Posted by kazoo on March 14, 2002, at 1:31:41
In reply to Kazoo you in jail? or out on bail? (nm), posted by Willow on March 6, 2002, at 23:18:54
> baking a cake
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
How did you know I was coming?Better Yale than Jail.
No, I'm still here chipping the paint off the walls with my finger nails to give me something to do. Gotta keep busy or one might go maaaaaaaaaaaad.
Break on through to the other side, never knowing what to expect, never expecting what to know, never expecting or knowing, free-falling in free-form in Alizarian crimson, etc. etc. etc. blah, blah, blah.
I flew to Paris on a lark just for the hell of it. France is okay: too bad French people live there.
How have you been, my dear?
It's comforting to know that at least ONE person remembers me.
For such kindness, I'll leave you something in my Will, which is 72 pages long. You'll be in the section I'll have marked "Shining Star."
Fondly yours,
kAzZzO
Posted by Willow on March 14, 2002, at 20:07:22
In reply to Re: Kazoo you in jail? or out on bail? » Willow, posted by kazoo on March 14, 2002, at 1:31:41
First things first. Look what happens to me when you decide to take your little sabbaticals!
How’s it feels to be the keeper of my heart and worse so my sanity? (I dreamt that you drove up
on a motorbike. I’ll forewarn you that I have no love of these bikes. As a child I pouted because
my brothers were allowed to keep dirtbikes, and not I. So I improvised and pretended my bicycle
was one until I landed in a heap with scratches and a warped bike.) And when you refer to “The
Monkeyman” I think most of us are more familiar with The Traveling Wilbury’s (sp) singing it.
As you may know, I love Mick and the Stones, but I don’t recall them doing the Monkeyman, but
now that you mentioned it I couldn’t argue and say they didn’t. Do you like Tom Petty? Roy
Orbison? Well Orbison is no more. I can still recall the exact moment I heard over the radio that he had died. Hmph, such is this journey.You went to Paris? Now I’m all green and red. Did you meet any cultured Parisian ladies? You
didn’t invite me? I could go on and on about what I think of southern Europe, especially the men, but no point having us both pouting. (I do think you’ve missed a spot behind your ears, because sometimes I catch a glimpse of jealousy there. Or could it just be my imagination?) You’ve mentioned your family is a little off like most, if you had taken me along I could have introduced you to mine. (Well at least to the ones that haven’t been here yet.) You don’t have any aversion to saunas do you? We could hide out at one of the cottages. The trick to living in Europe is learning to ignore the people. Enjoy it for the culture, pretend it’s a stage for your own enjoyment!Did I not invite you up north? I suggested Mexico or my home because of the favourable
exchange rate. You’ve missed quite a bit meanwhile you’ve been on your meanderings. It has
been suggested for me to take a little mini vacation, but I couldn’t think of any place cheap
enough of were there were no little feet trooping around. But if you had taken up in one of the
little cabins over the ridge I’m sure I would have been content to sleep at the foot of your bed. I would have read very quietly and if I had the need for human comfort I would have wrapped
myself onto one of your legs until you pushed me away. Oh well, not to be!Now what’s with all this negative talk: No one remembers me... my Will ! If we’re to be soul
mates we’re suppose to complement each other, only one half is allowed to pout and be down at a
time. And I do declare that this is my time of the year to wallow. In your absence I’ve turned
into a wallflower, that lets out these obnoxious aromas every so often. I’m sure whoever was
caring for your kitty remembered you and anxiously awaited your return. The best thing you
could grant me is a weekend to really sit and talk, though the last time I did that with a man I
ended up bearing him three children. Ouch!Kazoo, honestly I think I’m going nuts. Nothing in particular will send me into a stream of tears. Stressed? Well yes, you’re not suppose to cry in front of children, not with the emotions of
insanity at least. I’m suppose to be in the prime of my life, enjoying this world instead of hiding from it. I want to flush my head out, do something to get it clear again. Or do I have to learn to live with this cloud hovering about? I want answers and am too tired or have lost the will to bother searching another.Full of Regrets
Full of Anger
Full of ShitFondly Yours
Weeping Willowps tonight i'll shall sit at chat waiting for the chicken to hatch
Posted by Willow on March 21, 2002, at 11:02:24
In reply to bail? » kazoo, posted by Willow on March 14, 2002, at 20:07:22
Don't Stand So Close to Me - Police
From the album entitled "Zenyatta` Mondatta"
Young teacher, the subject
Of school girl fantasy
She wants him, so badly
Know's what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age(Chorus)
Don't stand, don't stand so
Dont' stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Dont' stand so close to meHer friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To plead the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him
Wet bys stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dryChorus
Lose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staffroom
The accusations fly
It's no use, he sees her
She starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabakovhttp://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~sreynold/songs/stand_so_close.html
She Smiled Sweetly (Jagger/Richards)
Why do my thoughts loom so large on me?
They seem to stay, for day after day
And won't disappear, I've tried every wayBut she smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
And says don't worry
Oh, no no noWhere does she hide it inside of her?
That keeps her peace most every day
And won't disappear, my hair's turning greyBut she smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
And says don't worry
Oh, no no no"There's nothing in why or when
There's no use trying, you're here
Begging again, and ov'r again"That's what she said so softly
I understood for once in my life
And feeling good most all of the timeBut she smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
She smiled sweetly
And said don't worry
Oh, no no no
Oh, no no no
Oh, no no nohttp://home.swipnet.se/~w-35264/lyrics/smiled.html
Summer Romance (Jagger/Richards)
Just a few days and you'll be back in your school
I'll be sitting around by the swimming pool
You'll be studying history and you'll be down the gym
And I'll be down the pub, probably playing pool and drinking
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's throughJust a few days and you'll be back in your class
Sucking up the teacher and trying to get an 'a' pass
Trying to hide your make-up and you're trying to flash your legs
Yeh, no sympathy from your spotty friends
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's throughI can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
I can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
Over, over, summer romance
I need money so much, I need money so bad
And I can't be your mum, don't want to be your dad
I'm a serious man, I got serious lusts
Gonna have to do away with this greasy kid stuff
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
I can't help myself, I can't help it if I'm older than you
It's over, over, summer romance
It's just a summer romance, a summer romance, and it's through
It's over, over, summer romance
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's throughWill You Love Me Tomorrow?
Tonight you´re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
Will you love me tomorrow?Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moments pleasure
Can I believe the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow?Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I´m the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the mornin´ sunI´d like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now and I won´t ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?So tell me now and I won´t ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?Will you still love me tomorrow?
http://home.swipnet.se/~w-35264/lyrics/willyou.html
Okay this could go on forever! Saw a beautiful sunset last night, really it was just a sliver peaking through the clouds. The sky was pink. Today the winds are blowing and it's cold, a winter storm, so I guess the sky lied to me, but so what because at least I caught myself smiling.
I'm going to take a deep breath and blow out!
Winking Willow
ps did you not once inquire about the chat
Posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 13:43:46
In reply to Too close? Kazoo?, posted by Willow on March 21, 2002, at 11:02:24
sWeestest Willow,
The part of my brain that listens to music has never been able to decipher the lyrics to many songs, so I've enjoyed the recent sharing here. Frequently, I have *no* idea what they're saying.
(About 30 years ago, I found out the refrain of a song from my childhood did not begin with "Oh! A Tree in Motion," for instance. Or that "Eleanor Rigby" does not include the line, "look at all the lovely people.")
Could you give me some pointers?
Many thanks, as always,
Mark H.
Posted by IsoM on March 23, 2002, at 13:46:29
In reply to Willow -- How to Find Song Lyrics On-Line? » Willow, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 13:43:46
Hope Willow doesn't mind me jumping in but I find Google the best for searching lyrics. Best to use advanced Google & use specific word phrases.
Posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 14:04:21
In reply to Re: Willow -- How to Find Song Lyrics On-Line? » Mark H., posted by IsoM on March 23, 2002, at 13:46:29
Hi Iso!
Often I don't know the (correct) word-phrases I'm looking for and sometimes not even the song's name. Could I initiate a search with the name of the performer or band and find the lyrics from there?
Here's an example: Jefferson Airplane, album Surrealistic Pillow, song name (probably) "Coming Back to Me." Or Gordon Lightfoot's "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." Or "On a Bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota."
Thanks for your suggestions,
Mark H.
Posted by beardedlady on March 23, 2002, at 14:06:50
In reply to Willow -- How to Find Song Lyrics On-Line? » Willow, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 13:43:46
You don't even need to use the advanced search on Google. Just type in the whole string of words or the song title--use quotation marks around the words you're sure about. It's perfect. Google's how I catch students plagiarizing!
beardy : )>
Posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 14:13:11
In reply to Re: And If You Don't Know the Right Words? » IsoM, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 14:04:21
That was incredibly easy.
I entered "Comin' back to me," and after a couple of false starts, the third link I clicked on not only had the lyrics but the chord progression as well.
This is incredible!
Many thanks,
Mark H>
Posted by trouble on March 23, 2002, at 14:58:31
In reply to Re: Wow! It Works! Thanks Beardy and Iso!, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 14:13:11
Your note about mis-hearing sonlg lyrics caught my fancy, the header is a little book of same, not as funny as the Hendrix title, but still some cuties.
when I was a child I thought Can't Buy Me Love was Can't Bobby Love, and this is tangential, and probably worth writing a whole dadburn memoir around someday, but you know the McDonald's Hamburger sign that said Over a Million Served Daily, I was in my teens before I realized it didn't say
"OVER A MILLION SCARED DAILY"Love,
trouble
Posted by beardedlady on March 23, 2002, at 16:17:04
In reply to Mark- excuse me while I kiss this guy, posted by trouble on March 23, 2002, at 14:58:31
In my teens, I thought this sign in front of a local hospital meant they were giving away necklaces from the USSR.
: )>
Posted by Willow on March 23, 2002, at 16:56:45
In reply to Willow -- How to Find Song Lyrics On-Line? » Willow, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 13:43:46
Mark
Thanks for your post. I presume you understand what motivated it? I've been thinking about friendships and such, and come to the realization that slowly I'm withering away. My goddaughter just mentioned today that she only sees me out once a year from my cave. What is my contribution in a relationship? Nothing, I've become a leech. Hmph!
I had gone over to my friend's thinking an escape would do me good, but I ended up falling asleep on her couch. Very comfortable couch she has. And then leaving the city I realized that it didn't have the regular familiarity to it. The streets I've known as my own now were foreign.
Wanting Willow
ps i use to get all emotional over a song i believed to be wake up sleepy jesus, but as a friend pointed out it's wake up sleepy jean, and with that realization so did the meaning slip away. but i've already posted about that way back when, and now i wonder if i have anything left to give
Posted by Kar on March 23, 2002, at 21:30:19
In reply to Mark- excuse me while I kiss this guy, posted by trouble on March 23, 2002, at 14:58:31
Bwah hahahaha!
Trouble you're a hoot and a half.I've got one- I wish it were mine, but I once heard a stand-up comic talking about the topic of mistaken lyrics...from "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds"- are you ready for this??
"Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile, a girl with COLITIS goes by..."!!!!!
Posted by IsoM on March 23, 2002, at 23:47:46
In reply to Re: And If You Don't Know the Right Words? » IsoM, posted by Mark H. on March 23, 2002, at 14:04:21
Okay, Mark, without even being very specific, I just typed in Jefferson Airplane songs lyrics into Google & found this site:
http://www.airplane.freeserve.co.uk/lyrics.htmIt has a listing of each album & the songs in it. The guy's currently working on entering all the lyrics but right now, he only has maybe half of the lyrics.
How about me? I've been trying to track down an old traditional English folksong for over 10 years, that I don't know who sang it, who wrote it, what it's called, & only remember one accurate phrase? Pretty lame, huh?
Posted by Mark H. on March 24, 2002, at 12:28:21
In reply to An Example of a Search » Mark H., posted by IsoM on March 23, 2002, at 23:47:46
Dear IsoM,
You're just being kind to me, but thank you, you're wonderful!
In another life, I'd have gotten an MLS and would be a librarian. I love being able to research anything at my fingertips. I worked in bookstores for about 13 years, and I was known as a "bulldog" when it came to tracking down information. Making minimum wage wasn't so great, but I never woke up in the middle of the night worrying about whether I had restocked the Doris Lessing section, either.
I'd be happy to join the search for your song, if you cared to post the lyrics you know. I still have a few connections in the library world. :-)
With kind regards,
Mark H.
Posted by IsoM on March 24, 2002, at 14:06:42
In reply to Re: An Example of a Search » IsoM, posted by Mark H. on March 24, 2002, at 12:28:21
You wonderful person!! I'm also such a bull-dog at searching out info but this one has eluded me as I have so little info to start on.
Okay here it is:
It's a British folk-style song written about the time (I think) that people were emigrating from Britain because of poverty, etc to Australia. It was no longer just a penal colony.The song is sung from the point of view of a man who's going to be coming back for his sweetheart/wife when he's settled. The refrain includes the words "way off in Australia". There's also another part where he sings about his wife coming down the garden gate to meet him when he returns.
Unfortunately I can't remember any accurate words about that part. I only heard the song twice about 15 years ago on CBC-FM radio that played classical & folk. I also "think" it was on the program Disk Drive hosted by Jurgen Gothe. I hope all these tid-bits help, but it sounds pretty hopeless to me. It was a very poignant song, at least to me.
I have sent out e-mails to various folk groups & archives for info but never had a return answer.
Posted by trouble on March 25, 2002, at 0:24:57
In reply to kiss this guy » trouble, posted by Kar on March 23, 2002, at 21:30:19
Posted by IsoM on March 25, 2002, at 0:56:00
In reply to You mean it DOESN'T say colitis? I'll be dagged (nm), posted by trouble on March 25, 2002, at 0:24:57
Naughty girl - making fun of an old forgetful lady...
I did warn Mark, it was probably impossible to trace.
Posted by kazoo on March 25, 2002, at 2:32:16
In reply to Too close? Kazoo?, posted by Willow on March 21, 2002, at 11:02:24
Willow, my dear, what's this all about?
Posted by Willow on March 25, 2002, at 11:37:29
In reply to Re: Too close? Kazoo? » Willow, posted by kazoo on March 25, 2002, at 2:32:16
> Willow, my dear, what's this all about?
I am pouting?
Before I go any further, I want you to know I'm harmless. You already know that I've placed you
in a special little hidden treasure box in my heart. Part of me wants it out, so I can't feel it inside me. How much easier would it be if I could touch it or even place it on a shelf in my own room? There I could envy the jewels and even open it up to pry through the contents gathered over time. Only then once I've been able to feel it with my hands would the novelty wear off, just like a treasured child's toy? (Bitter tears if it is misplaced, but totally ignored when it is safely tucked away.)Someone once asked me what do I have to offer in a relationship? The answer shocked me!
Absolutely nothing! I can offer a hug, wipe a tear, lend an ear, and even give encouragement.
But beyond that? Should I list what it costs to have me as a friend, not even to go near a
partnership? I think a part of our self-worth comes from purpose and being of use. N'est pas?Just ignore me and my blithering, because I've been told I'm having a major depressive episode
which is enraging my anxiety into unmanageable epic proportions. I've become the crazed
housewife that I never had inspirations of being, popping lorazepam like tic tacs, enjoying the
calm they bring. (My psych is telling me to take them if they make me happy at this point. Did I
tell you he raised his voice at me? Is that legal? Ethical?) I also perceive that everyone is seeing me in a negative light. (At work I'm useless, spouse finds me a despicable, psych annoyed, and you even my friend find me too clingy.) This has been explained to me that I'm projecting my own vision of my self-worth onto others. It all makes sense, but that doesn't change how I feel.Enough of my whining! What did the post mean? There was no hidden meaning. The first song
reflects how I think I’m being a pest and yourself telling me to back off. I had asked for a man’s opinion on the subject and what I got from the conversation was that it’s not in the scheme of natural things. Does that make sense? The second one should have read, “He smiled so sweetly!” And finally, “So tell me now and I won't ask again Will you still love me tomorrow?” selfish me just looking for reassurance.And then going through archives, not that long ago you suggested a chat room. Yet you never
use it?And how was your week? You always have something interesting to post. Alas, you are tiring of
us. I’ve done what I most had not wanted to do, have driven you away. But I pray in reality you
are just happily busy with the real world.Well thanks for listening. Just seeing your name as always puts a spring in my step and a little gleam in my eye.
Weird Willow
I know a little pussy,
Her coat is silver gray,
She lives down in the meadow,
not very far away.She'll always be a pussy,
She'll never be a cat,
For she's a pussy willow.Now what do you think of that!
Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow
Posted by IsoM on March 25, 2002, at 12:10:56
In reply to Re: Too close? Kazoo? » kazoo, posted by Willow on March 25, 2002, at 11:37:29
Willow - I just HAVE to interject. You state what you can give in a relationship - "I can offer a hug, wipe a tear, lend an ear, and even give encouragement. But beyond that?"
What's wrong with that? It's so much - more than many people ever give or even want to give. ISympathy, empathy, & understanding count for so much. What makes your offer insufficient? I'm female, of course, but I'd have been overjoyed if my exhusband had even sometimes given me that much. It would've enabled me to except all the other things that were so difficult - he took but never gave.
I have a poem to offer you that I love & has comforted me:
A Night With a Wolf (by Bayard Taylor)
High on the lonely mountain
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush,
And I on my path belated.The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine tree roof
And snapping many a rafter.I crept along in the darkness,
Stunned and bruised and blinded...
Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
And a sheltering rock behind it.There, from the blowing and raining,
Crouching I sought to hide me;
Something rustled,two green eyes shone,
And a wolf lay down beside me.His wet fur pressed against me;
Each of us warmed the other;
Each of us felt in the stormy dark
That beast and man was brother.And when the falling forest
No longer crashed in warning,
Each of us went from our hiding place
Forth in the wild wet morning.
Posted by Willow on March 25, 2002, at 15:45:44
In reply to Re: Too close? Willow? » Willow, posted by IsoM on March 25, 2002, at 12:10:56
Iso
Like I said before you have a "big" heart. Your kind words are greatly appreciated.
> I'm female, of course, but I'd have been overjoyed if my exhusband had even sometimes given me that much.
Being female may be part of it? I just see myself as a large bloodsucker right now, needing more ego stroking than any understanding I can offer. I know this will pass, but it is the worse since my tumultuous teenage years. It's like waiting for a hard cold winter to pass, and you haven't reached February yet. Overwhelmed I am by the idiosyncrasies of my life. hmmmmmmmm
> I have a poem to offer you that I love & has comforted me:
>
> A Night With a Wolf (by Bayard Taylor)This is a lovely poem. Can I presume you've already read, "Never Cry Wolf" by Farley Mowat because you are CANADIAN.
Willow
Posted by IsoM on March 25, 2002, at 16:10:31
In reply to Thank You » IsoM, posted by Willow on March 25, 2002, at 15:45:44
Oh yes!! I don't think there's a wolf book out there that I haven't read. I *love* them & have since I was a little girl & people still thought they were bad & nobody liked them.
One of the funniest parts of that book to me was the part where Farley first arrived in the tundra & when he thought wolves were coming upon him, he hid under the canoe, only to hear a long string of cursing. I forget how he described it exactly, but it was so funny as it was sled dogs & the owner was cursing a blue streak. I was very disappointed in the movie as it wasn't like the book at all. Hope you've read Owls In The Family - even if it's more a children's book.
I've got to be around real wolves a few times too. Big, tame, sucky-babies wolves too. One of them would make little funny yowling sounds when I scratched him under his chin. Another time, I got to hold & cuddle a pup. His sister was much braver, he was a little coward. My hair was very long then & he'd burrow into my hair to hide from everyone. When someone tried to take a good look at him, he piddled all over me. I didn't mind the least. :-D
I don't mind giving ego-stroking to my family & those I love. As long as I get thanks from them & some comforting back when I need it, I'll give till the cows come home. I had never realised it before but I have a very nursing/nuturing type of personality, but would hate to be a nurse. I really do credit my Mom for making me like this, but I also think it's a inherited thing. She was a shunned, scorned, abused child - a runt who no one thought would amount to much & I'm still baffled over how she could give so much love when she received so little.
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