walking on through to the other side

Archive for July, 2009

look up, look down, look around

Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on

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Look up, look up
And seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
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I’m weary of toting, such a heavy load
Trudging down, that lonesome road
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Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on
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I’m weary of toting, such a heavy load
Trudging down, that lonesome road
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Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on
Before you travel on

(Madeleine Peyroux; Sngwr: Shilkret, Nathaniel; Austin, Gene )


sea of trash

Got a foot in the door
God knows what for
And he’ll cut me down to size
Stupidity tries
Everything here is free
Everything but you and me
This painting never dries
Stupidity tries

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Savannah shoulder raised a cheer
Coloring the sky with ash
Because they found some privateer
To sail across the sea of trash
The enemy is within
Don’t confuse me with him
The truth is otherwise
Stupidity tries
And so I go from floor to floor
Looking for a port of call
Another drunk conquistador
Conquering the governor’s ball
Couldn’t think of a thing
That I hope tomorrow brings
Oh what a surprise
Stupidity tries

(Elliott Smith)


The apple tree is reserved

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Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

Don’t go walkin’ down Lover’s Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don’t go walkin’ down Lover’s Lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
So, don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

Don’t give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you’ll have to report to me
When you come marchin’ home

Don’t hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me
You better be true to me, you better be true to me
Don’t hold anyone on your knee, you’re gettin’ the third degree
When you come marchin’ home

You’re on your own where there is no phone and I can’t keep tab on you
Be fair to me, I’ll guarantee this is one thing that I’ll do
I won’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marchin’ home

Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I’ll be true till you come marchin’ home

(Glen Miller; Songwr: Charles Tobias, Sam Stept, Lew Brown)


Mistress of all Smokers

First street left, a tobacco’s shop : TABACOS
Next door – a Starbucks Coffe.
…Why?

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she said “Burn!”

The sky is red, I don’t understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin’ the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
The city’s a blaze, the town’s on fire.
The woman’s flames are reaching higher.
We were fools, we called her liar.
All I hear is “Burn!”

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I didn’t believe she was devil’s sperm.
She said, “Curse you all, you’ll never learn!
When I leave there’s no return.”
The people laughed till she said, “Burn!”
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin’, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear “Burn!”

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You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time.

You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time.

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The sky is red, I don’t understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin’ the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear “Burn!”

(Deep Purple, Burn)

You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time

spots before, spots after

Today’s topic: How a one-day-illustration can take a month. Mistery.

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Today’s  discovery:…it always looks much better a month ago.