Cream II
Strange Brew
Tag: music
Feb 24 2008
Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective
Feb 22 2008
Pony Party….Light
In The Light ~ Led ZeppelinAnd if you feel that you can’t go on. And your will’s sinkin’ low
Just believe and you can’t go wrong.
In the light you will find the road. You will find the roadOh, did you ever believe that I could leave you, standing out in the cold
I know how it feels ’cause I have slipped through to the very depths of my soul.
I just wanna show what I’d give you it is from every bend in the road
Now listen to me
Oh, whoa-whoa, as I was and really would be for you, too, honey
As you would for me, oh, I would share your load.
Let me share your load. Ooh, let me share, share your loadAnd if you feel that you can’t go on
In the light you will find the roadThough the winds of change may blow around you, but that will always be so
When love is pain it can devour you, if you are never alone
I would share your load. I would share your load
Baby, let me, oh, let meIn the light
Everybody needs the light.
In the light, in the light, in the light
Light, light, light, in the light
Thanks for stopping in, so glad you’re here …. (yes, YOU!)
Feel free to chatter below…
or stroll over to the Recent or Rec’d list…
there are many fine offerings today
O &… Please don’t rec the pony party, another will trot up in a few hours.
(^.^)
Feb 21 2008
Pony Party…. Rain
This is the springtime of my loving – the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing – so little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing – I watched the fire that grew so low.It is the summer of my smiles – flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize – These things are clear to all from
time to time.Talk Talk – I’ve felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us…
But I know that I love you soThese are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion – I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient – Upon us all a little rain must fall.
Thanks for stopping in, so glad you’re here …. (yes, YOU!)
Feel free to chatter below…
or stroll over to the Recent or Rec’d list…
there are many fine offerings today
O &… Please don’t rec the pony party, another will trot up in a few hours.(^.^)
Feb 17 2008
Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective
Feb 16 2008
Funkalicious Friday: The Edge of Moistness
Valentines Day continues here on Docudharma, the most sultrypolitical blog in the world wide web of Loooooooove, Baby!!
Settle in and enjoy, all you lovers out there….
Feb 15 2008
Pony Party…. Lust Songs
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Happy Valentines Day!!
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While trying to come up with an idea for todays ponies earlier this week, I asked my girl what was a good love song…
She introduced me to Lamb ~ in particular Lou Rhodes. This woman amazes me… her voice, her lyrics…
Enjoy ♥ ~
Feb 14 2008
Pony Party…. Love Songs
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Happy Valentines Day!!
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Feb 14 2008
Jesus the Lost Apostle
Hyper Thick Compression Sticks
like Jesus the lost Apostle begotten from Zen
and carved from Chi balancing
in/ rainbows cherub voices fugue
like “smile” on the cutting room floors
of Billboard’s Top Forty
yeah yeah he hates these cans
and exchoooose me
blunderfoot and bubblehead bounces
in consumption spirals blank
syncopated like cannonball adderly
but a poor man’s version
that’s what I like
make it sparse
make it important
on a hillside at 3 am tingles
trickling spinewords in pinewood caskets
and baskets of wings
clipped by Missus Obstacles
in spent little pentagrams of white chalk dust
escaping
so ignore my days
ignore my gaze
not meant for you
just left over from
another’s reflection bouncing like time
while swinging on vines
or am i a doorbell
ringing
an instant classic that won’t be read on the radio
a stale bread masterpiece with caribou meat
and chalice
balanced at the first supper table’s edge where no one was betrayed in gospel tones and tent revivals
where god gets paid like the mob boss we make him out to be
in harmony off bathroom walls and corridors bleached
meat equals cake
bread equals life
egg is soul
fork is this memory of college before it went bad
and you got lost between the coats, toads and racists
oh bitch face it this dress ain’t for me
magnificent though it is
so go on ignoring
keep on ignoring
me
unintended tragedy singular and hollow
like being lied to at nineteen
when it meant so much
another small gray American upbringing
howling in cracked panes and coarse wood
in roadside shacks beside your car
meditating in motion
and crushing forces