Aug 30 2008

Drop Out Pony Party

 

Tune in, Turn on to some cool photos by tanakawho  (via flickr creative commons)

She/he does amazing things with stop motion photography and waterdrops.  I liked these collages.  

Click to enlarge.

~♥~ Do not Rec the Pony Party.  This is Open Thread. ~♥~

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  2. I’ve posted it before, but it’s something that can almost always brighten my day (or night, as the case may be):

    • Edger on August 30, 2008 at 03:30
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    Post DNC meditating, and also just because it is a great song…

    Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,

    Can’t buy a thrill.

    Well, I’ve been up all night, baby,

    Leanin’ on the window sill.

    Well, if I die

    On top of the hill

    And if I don’t make it,

    You know my baby will.

    Don’t the moon look good, mama,

    Shinin’ through the trees?

    Don’t the brakeman look good, mama,

    Flagging down the “Double E”?

    Don’t the sun look good

    Goin’ down over the sea?

    Don’t my gal look fine

    When she’s comin’ after me?

    Now the wintertime is coming,

    The windows are filled with frost.

    I went to tell everybody,

    But I could not get across.

    Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,

    I don’t wanna be your boss.

    Don’t say I never warned you

    When your train gets lost.


    • Edger on August 30, 2008 at 04:02
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    Oh, the ragman draws circles

    Up and down the block.

    I’d ask him what the matter was

    But I know that he don’t talk.

    And the ladies treat me kindly

    And furnish me with tape,

    But deep inside my heart

    I know I can’t escape.

    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,

    To be stuck inside of Mobile

    With the Memphis blues again.

    .

    .

    .

    .

    .

    Now the bricks lay on Grand Street

    Where the neon madmen climb.

    They all fall there so perfectly,

    It all seems so well timed.

    An’ here I sit so patiently

    Waiting to find out what price

    You have to pay to get out of

    Going through all these things twice.

    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,

    To be stuck inside of Mobile

    With the Memphis blues again.

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