Luck!

Be a lady tonight...so the song goes
How funny is it, that in the passage of a few short hours, outlook on life can change? Life's a bitch and then you...but one can feel trapped and choiceless, and LUCKLESS, and then one can feel open to the possibility that maybe there are some choices, and not feel so horridly unlucky, because, well, a change has come about.
Consider: a person, reading a paperback book on a bed.
Person B observed this and found it a bit of a gloomy scene.
What to do?
Flop down.
Tuck chin down then up.
Make the eyes wide.
Some flailing of arms and legs.
Reader person looked up
And with a slight touch of sarcasm, inquired:
Can I help you?
No! said B.
And then left, somehow pleased
with how the situation had been handled.

Some things

Some things about today made it seem like a sad panda kind of day. A girl called and gave sad news and cried and that was a part of the sad aspect.
I thought this girl's voice was pretty strange sounding but it seems to fit somehow so there's something good about this.
The Book of Right-On

How did I find?

This is rather amusing duo...I've only watched a few minutes
Why We Shouldn't Be Together

more petals

And sometimes the "falling down, falling down" and "on my back" parts of daisy dead petals seem kind of like a four year old or a kindergarten girl
falling on the hill
banished and running away from a neighbor's yard, with bubbles
soap gets in her eyes, blurry and smarting in pain
a terrible new feeling, falling on her back, no one comes to save her
was it really that traumatic? geez, it was only falling on a hill
but yes it was to that child
interesting
a new way of survival
a time to make one's way alone
time to get through it and get back home
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But also, dead petals, that's like loves me loves me not, and falling down all over the river and wishing she could feel like this forever seems to be about love or creativity, and the difference between personal feelings/experiences and outer world scenarios
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it's a good little song
not often commented on
like a quiet child in a bakery
like a child staring at an ant with intense concentration
maybe even a masterpiece

petals...

A lyric goes around my mind like this

daisy dead petals
that is her name
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmmm hmmmm...
these dead petals, honey, brought me here
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
these dead petals, honey, brought me here
--daisy dead petals

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and maybe that makes me think of
a field (edge of a backyard) of black eyed susans
and a little girl sneaks away across the street
to the catholic church playground
who knows how she knew it was there?
and why she was not missed
did it really happen?
did voices collaborate?
well, not when she tried to sneak her younger friend over
and the window opened
you get back here right now
******
oh wrong memory?
maybe it was actually a methodist church!
was it?
no no...
probably it was a catholic school
there was a direct road
to our lady of hope, by little sisters of the poor
yes
thank you internet maps
does it still have a playground?
does it still

Mountain songs

Are among the necessities in life!
Really. Lord knows there are some times...
What are some I'm sure I've posted before?
I can immediately think of three.
Big Rock Candy Mountain...
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Ain't No Mountain High Enough...
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and...but of course...
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Mountain.

Because

Because it is dreary
when the jobs aren't plentiful and the TV digital converter box stops working
I found this to be quite cheery
Stop Coddling The Super Rich By Warren Buffett
And this:
At Vacant Homes, Foraging For Fruit
I know someone who applied for a maid job today.
Two friends were enjoying lobster and wine and Long Island beaches today and called me. One told me that she heard there's going to be a law that hotels have to have fitted sheets because the flat sheets are difficult for many housekeepers. They have to lift the mattresses over and over. It's probably very bad for their backs too. But she thinks it's because more people who wouldn't have worked as maids before probably have taken on those jobs now and they complained.

Sometimes

Sometimes, it just so happens, that the people you meet give you a little glimpse into something like, wealth or abundance. And maybe, even, opportunity? Maybe even a nice glimpse. A healthy glimpse? Maybe? Maybe it can happen. I still do not know, however, who turned this particular song (Amie)on, in the radio station in my head recently. But there it is. And then sometimes it gets warped at the 3 minute mark of course.
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Also interesting: Kids Bedrooms

BB

Oh...I don't know why I let it get to me, but...I wish Ms.Back To Black could've gotten old and has-been with papery skin and a cheesy tell-all bio but still hanging on, aging, and not in the "27 Club." There's been a time or two when she has made me feel so deliciously cynical. She's always looked like she's from NY to me. Maybe even not from the city. Maybe Pennsyltucky. There's icky stuff in the background. Bad weather macho bullshit. She goes to school and vegan guy at her college co-op beats hospitalization into someone after getting drunk at a dive bar, thinks a girl deserves whats she gets, or doesn't care enough to get beyond that mindset. The girls strive hard to look pretty as if its a safety net insulating them from something worse than what they're already living. Older people have been stuck in the same town their whole lives, reliving the same crappy winters, kids are beating up other kids just to do it, manipulative conversations in all night diners where cranky waitstaff spend their tips on unhealthy substances. I seem think of that kind of stuff when I see that video/song. But, she has not grown old, and she wasn't from the upper East Coast, so I kinda just wonder if she'll come back as a singer or musician, in any part of the world again, and if so, what kind?

Come sit on my wall...

THIS song came into my head for NO apparent reason!
Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of O...
Beautiful songwriter. Ex-girlfriend & ex-bandmate a really beautiful songwriter, too
Sea Song
And they can't hang out. Pity, but it's how it goes sometimes.
I did just wonder what was up with the picture on the cover of the "O" album.
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Prague! Honestly. I feel like the first impression this song gave me was literally of a man getting dressed as a woman. And something about it was transgenderish to me. Now I can see it as a guy seeing a girl getting dressed up and being in agony because she's leaving for someone else and that seems real, too. She's going on a train to Prague, to see her lover, who's not him. But that seems almost secondary to my first impression which was more to do with a man getting dressed up like drag queen. Like they're both performers, artists, models, dancers, whatever, going on stage, and getting dressed up to get approval from someone out there in the audience, and also, (maybe even more so) just in general, in life. But she thinks he doesn't do it, and he's saying, yes, he does it too.
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Kind of like "Mother."
Tuck your ribbons under your helmet, be a good soldier.
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It could be:
Him vs. them getting married and he's getting dressed up because he's going to their shindig (probable original meaning) But also: He's so involved with her he feels as if he's getting dressed up for the other guy, just because that's how she feels. Like an "every breath you take" kind of thing. Borderline obsession. All dressed up for him too.
Or: They are both performers getting dressed up for some guy in a suit. They are like actress-artist-hookers seeking approval. Really dressed up. Like drag queens. Seduction through looks if nothing else. Or maybe through dance or performance. And: They have to dress up to please someone else. Whether it's in a soldier's uniform or a slinky dress or any number of other costumes. So some guy gives them the big ticket to whatever. Approves of them. A paycheck. Survival. Or maybe even just for approval, or for love that they seek. They each kind of have to prostitute themselves, just in different ways. All of that. It seems multilayered. Whether that was the songwriter's intention or not.
Is that enough on "Prague?" Well, you just never know what you're going to type about sometimes, do you...
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Or he's singing about different parts of himself. He has to leave the girl because she wants a part of himself that exists but that is not freeing enough for the other parts of him. She wants to marry the other part of himself. And he can put himself in her shoes and see how she wants to dress up for that one. And he dresses up, too?
Mmmmkay, time to go to sleep already...

Gato de Bodega

Bodega Cat!
"Bodega" (as used by the general English speaking population) is more of an East Coast word, apparently.

Top Ten Repititious Thoughts

1)Whyyyy does it take so long to get even a little bit good at graphic software. Even if its the old out-dated stuff? 2)The future will have more healing from hands types of things in it and people will be more chill, in some places. 3)Half a beer could be the poor person's anti-anxiety remedy at present. 4)Life is mysterious. 5)Dreams are mysterious. 6)Thoreau and Emerson were mysterious. 7)Ben Franklin 8)Christine 9)Irene of Lewis Carroll's photographs 10)Strange Little Girl

Old Song

California Dreamin'
This song is actually very profound. I just never knew it before.
You know the preacher likes the cold...he knows I'm gonna stay...
*flute solo*
If I didn't tell her...I could leave today...
But now I see. Thanks, public television fundraising special.

Funny Fizzy Grape Juice

This is funny. It calls to me. And makes me want to drink the fizzy juice. Some person (I don't know who) put the lyrics of the not-so-very-loved "500 Miles" in a chipmunk voice with some kind of organ music, like I might've put on my answering machine tape in college. While asking a friend in my dorm to blurt "Leave Vun Vunderful Message!" in imitation of her father's Russian accent. The person who did this imagines that it's what a song called "Cactus Practice" will sound like. "We must do something about your obsession," someone said to me somewhat recently. "Shut up," said I. (Something I would not have said, if said person had said something about purchasing concert tickets...) For better or worse, now it has entered my life. Because not all of life will be fine wine! Sometimes it will be fizzy delish juiced grape. ~~~~~ Now the Mamas and the Papas are singing "California Dreamin'" on TV. The thin girl, she's older now. It's not unkind to say, she looks like a person who could be in a dentures commerical. And there she is young again! Oh man. Some part of me is in denial. Do I think I'm still 8 years old in the 80s. And people who were young in the 60s still look young as adults? Maybe sometimes I do think so. Also. How funny to long for the opposite of the song. I mean, stepping into a church on a snowy day and longing for warm California weather sounds awesome. Especially the snowy church part.

Literally

After I read a write-up about Marys of the Sea I was listening to the song and then I went to volunteer with some people. Marys of the Sea & Intro Jam. It was me and some guys. By a skate park with a bunch of boys. I was feeling a little weird. The song kept coming back to me. But then the hours passed. Forgot song. Did other stuff. Then I had to stand off to the side because some stuff was going on and I would be in the way. I was only temporarily going to be standing there. And all of a sudden someone came up to me. He was a bit rude. And physically pushed me. (Not painfully, but not respectfully either.) He said could I move, I was in his way. It was rather sad and wounding but I didn't know why. And I went elsewhere for a while. And then I came home and the computer opened up and the song came back on. And then I was like...wait a minute...is this coincidence?
Heyyy...I am not in your way....

Looked

So, hmmm. I wanted to find this jazzy lounge singer version of a song I swear I heard in Michigan countryside at night at the end of a road trip. On the radio. But I don't think this is it, but it's the closest thing I could find. Maybe it's really it, and I remembered it wrongly? Did my memory slow it down? 'Cause it's more, I don't know, jumpin' or whatever than what I remember. But anyway. It's interesting.
Bjorkestra - Hunter

Dear

Dear
Dear?
Dear Prudence

Y'know...

While other people were taking that next perfect step in building their career...
Maybe I wasn't.
Maybe, I was:

stuck in some job that made my feet hurt and didn't pay enough
dealing with or figuring out the voices in my head
running away to parks
traveling to other states and hoping tragedy could be averted (by me)
making little altars and praying to them
or buying Pedialyte for grown people.

But, especially....
RUNNING AWAY TO PARKS!!!!!!
Y'know...

Little Auk

"They never knew what became of that strange little bird that came in the dark with the storm from the far North and went southward in the sunshine. They never saw nor heard of another bird like it. They never found out what kind of bird it was."
--The Long Winter
The Little Auk.

Again

I don't even think I liked this song the first time I heard it. But, you know, maybe some moments are good ones to listen to She's Your Cocaine. LIKE NOW! Look for something live...we'll see if "live" happens in real life this winter...