“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”~ Joe Lewis
Life happens if only it would happen the way we need it too be than the word would lose some of its potency as an adverb no one or nothing more besides; solely or exclusively. Adjectively, it may have a little value because it’s alone of its or their kind; single or solitary. If the English language isn’t confusing only means enough except that; but for the fact that. Sometimes I think our ancestors had better communication than us with their drawings and limited vocabulary.
Saying I love you Is not the words I want to hear from you It’s not that I want you Not to say, but if you only knew How easy it would be to show me how you feel More than words is all you have to do to make it real Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me ‘Cause I’d already know What would you do if my heart was torn in two More than words to show you feel That your love for me is real What would you say if I took those words away Then you couldn’t make things new Just by saying I love you
More than words La di da, da di da, di dai dai da
Now I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand All you have to do is close your eyes And just reach out your hands and touch me Hold me close don’t ever let me go More than words is all I ever needed you to show Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me ‘Cause I’d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two More than words to show you feel That your love for me is real What would you say if I took those words away Then you couldn’t make things new Just by saying I love you
La di da, da di da, di dai dai da More than words La di da, da di da, di dai dai da More than words La di da, da di da La di da, da di da, more than words La di da, da di da, di dai dai da La di da, da di da, more than words (oh uh uh uh) More than words
A weathered, crumbling, old two storied barn on the edge of town Barely noticed it was just one of many buildings all run down Two old posts hold a rusty old chain with what was left of a sign Next to the road, a grove of overgrown, neglected black pine Only one night of the year, there’s evidence something evil goes on Even the old owl is silent, hidden in the pine, patiently waiting for dawn The few towns’ people left lock their doors, put down their shades Covering their ears until the screeches of agonizing pain fade In the morning light, the elders look for survivors of the demon fest The lucky ones still able to moan will be medically assessed The undertaker will deliver the dead, to the graveyard Waiting for elders to begin a mournful service of fond regard The owl howls at closing, grateful to be among that survived Until next year, all will avoid the old barn where the demons reside.
Did you give that handsome man a wink? Whatever will your poor husband think? You’re a devious girl Your husband is a pearl Not the type to pull off a hoodwink.
Imagine having your own village ghost Happily haunting your guest room Joining you for a bit of wine and pot roast But will you be safe on this night of doom
Imagine having ghouls rise from the grave Chasing the unlucky ones until they scream Beasties howling from a nearby cave Joining their forces , they make a good team
Imagine hearing things go bump in the night When you would rather be sleeping Everyone knows Hallow’s eve is a demons delight Come All Saints Day, will you be safe in Gods keeping
Fandango, thanks for the prompt, another great moment for poetic exposure.
Burning candles under the full moon praying to my Goddess Morrighan, she’s the Celtic Warrior Goddess I know counts as heresy by some religious zealots but then seeing some of the people who claim to be devout Christians while supporting the lunatic in office makes me want to avoid all contact. I’m happy to be heretic, definitely contrary.
And better yet, Leave it to Nine Inch Nails to have a song with the title Heresy. How cool is that?
[Verse 1]
He sewed His eyes shut because he is afraid to see
He tries to tell me what I put inside of me
He’s got the answers to ease my curiosity
He dreamed a god up and called it Christianity
[Chorus 1] God is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell, I’ll see you there
[Verse 2]
He flexed His muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line
He made a virus that would kill off all the swine
His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering, and pain
An album with a really great title… I’m going with Don’t Mess Around With Jim primarily because of the song Time in a Bottle. The way this song came together and ended up on the album is noteable.
“Time in a Bottle originially appeared on his 1972 ABC debut album You Don’t Mess Around with Jim and was featured in the 1973 made-for-television movie “She Lives!“. But ABC originally didn’t intend to release the song as a single; but when Croce was killed in a plane crash in September 1973, its lyrics, dealing with mortality and the wish to have more time, had additional resonance.” The skeptic in me says ABC capitalized on the money aspect.
According to Wiki, ” Tommy West discovered this mix when he came in the morning and discussed it with Jim. Jim said, “The night before we were going to mix, I was watching a horror movie on TV, and something must have lodged in my brain because when I walked into the studio the next day, I saw this harpsichord sitting in a corner and got an idea. A jingle company had used it on a session and in walked a couple of guys from SIR [Studio Instruments Rental] to haul it away. I asked them to take a lunch break and told Bruce to put a couple of mics on it. He was whining that it was out of tune, but I asked him to let me try something. I added two tracks of harpsichord, told the movers they could remove it, walked into Jerry’s office and asked if I could borrow the electric bass that was sitting on his couch, played that on just the second verse and the outro, and that was that! Radio compression worked in our favor on that record. It made the harpsichord blend with the two guitars in an unusual way.” Tommy and Jim thought this arrangement would only be an album cut but it went a lot further.
You Don’t Mess Around with Jim is the third studio album by American singer-songwriter Jim Croce, released in April of 1972. It’s so hard to believe this album was rejected by 40 labels. Were they crazy? You Don’t Mess Around with Jim was the best selling album in the U.S. for five weeks in early 1974.
I owned this in vinyl originally then I replaced it with the two cd set that was re-released in 2006.
“If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I’d like to do Is to save every day ‘Til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I’d save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I’ve looked around enough to know That you’re the one I want to go Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty Except for the memory Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I’ve looked around enough to know That you’re the one I want to go Through time with”
Today’s word is “lampoon.” which in the verb context means to publicly criticize (someone or something) by using ridicule, irony, or sarcasm. And as a noun is a speech or text lampooning someone or something.
It doesn’t have the word lampoon in the poem but it’s a perfect example of the definition. This is one of my published poems addressing verbal abuse.
If I wanted an Opinion
You’re finally home, your lover didn’t need you. If I really wanted an opinion… Or you couldn’t find another man to do?
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
Clothes don’t improve how ugly you are. If I really wanted an opinion… Where did you take my car?
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
I own the car, the house, everything! If I really wanted an opinion… I fucking own you, you’re nothing!
I can rip those slutty clothes right off you! If I really wanted an opinion… I own you, I can do anything I want to!
Who asked you to speak, sit there! If I really wanted an opinion… I would have asked the kitchen chair.
STOP! I wasn’t with anyone! I didn’t do anything!
If I really wanted an opinion…
John, my first husband was a very difficult man and my life was all about walking on eggshells. My lampooning moment came when I handed him divorce papers. My speech was a summation of my poem when he began yelling I simply said, “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
Fully Loaded God’s Country by Blake Shelton is the last music purchase I’ve made. The three songs that appealed to me the strongest are Hell Right, Nobody But You, and Came Here to Forget. But Turning Me on is pretty good as well. I’m really glad I purchased the cd versus just hearing it on YouTube or Apple Music. I was pleased to see that Blake co-wrote some of the songs.
Hell Right because it reminds of so many memories with my children and friends around bonfires. Lots of booze tossed back, laughter, and tears. Some days I miss those bonfires but not many of the people unfortunately other than my children. It’s funny what happens after a divorce, people who you believed were your friends disappear. Some continued being my friend and some came back around to being a friend. But those days of tossing back booze right the fire aren’t the same. Kind of like that adage, you can’t go home again.
Hell Right
Hey Yeah? Tell ’em that story you were tellin’ meCouple boys clock out about 5:35 Tryna put a little hammer in their head Standin’ in the liquor store, starin’ at a fifth But they picked up a handle insteadHell right (hell right?) Hell right (okay)Couple girls with their boots on got their Bluetooth on T-shirts sayin’ “Go Sooners” Then the girl from the small town took off the “Old Town” Put on a little Hank Jr. (Thank God) Hell right She got all her rowdy friends comin’ over tonightHell right (hell right), hell right (hell right) Everybody’s throwin’ down on a Friday night Somewhere in America There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light And you ain’t done nothin’ if you did it half way If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise Hell right (hell right) Hell right (hell right) Hell rightThere’s a guitar on the ground that was makin’ some sound ‘Til somebody pulled a hillbilly slip Now there’s fog on the window, she never woulda kissed him If he didn’t play a lick like thisHell right Hell rightHell right (hell right), hell right (hell right) Everybody’s throwin’ down on a Friday night Somewhere in America There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light And you ain’t done nothin’ if you did it half way If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise Hell right (hell right) Hell right (hell right) Hell rightNow it’s 7 a.m Damn if there ain’t an empty handle on a square hay bale Everybody’s passed out drunk, but when they wake up They’re all gonna hurt like hell right Yeah, boyHell right (hell right), hell right (hell right) Everybody’s throwin’ down on a Friday night Somewhere in America There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light And you ain’t done nothin’ if you did it half way If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise Hell right, hell right, hell right
Nobody But You because I don’t have to look back and wonder who I love is married too, because Vic is married to me. We’ve been married 12 years. I remember like it was yesterday when he was here in Jersey and I was in Maine wondering if he wanted me to be part of his life as much as wanted him to be in mine.
Nobody But You
Don’t have to leave this town to see the world ‘Cause it’s something that I gotta do I don’t wanna look back in thirty years And wonder who you’re married to Wanna say it now, wanna make it clear For only you and God to hear When you love someone, they say you set ’em free But that ain’t gonna work for me
I don’t wanna live without you I don’t wanna even breathe I don’t wanna dream about you Wanna wake up with you next to me I don’t wanna go down any other road now I don’t wanna love nobody but you Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now I don’t wanna love nobody but you (you)
All the wasted days, all the wasted nights I’ll blame it all on being young Got no regrets ’cause it got me here But I don’t wanna waste another one I’ve been thinking about what I want in my life It begins and ends the same If I had to choose what I couldn’t lose There’d only be one thing
I don’t wanna live without you I don’t wanna even breathe I don’t wanna dream about you Wanna wake up with you next to me I don’t wanna go down any other road now I don’t wanna love nobody but you Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now I don’t wanna love nobody but you (you) I don’t wanna love nobody but you (you)
I wanna say it now, wanna make it clear For only you and God to hear
I don’t wanna live without you (I don’t wanna live) I don’t wanna even breathe I don’t wanna dream about you Wanna wake up with you next to me (next to me) I don’t wanna go down any other road now I don’t wanna love nobody but you
(I don’t wanna love nobody) Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now I don’t wanna love nobody but you (you) I don’t wanna love nobody (you) I don’t wanna love nobody but you (you)
Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Joshua Osborne / Ross Copperman / Shane McAnally / Tommy Lee James
Came Here to Forget just so I’m clear … I wasn’t looking for rewinds from my ex. But it was very challenging getting past the damage of thirty years. I wasn’t confident and dating was terrifying. John had browbeat me for years. I never imagined any one would love me again.
I would sit on a bar stool just like in the video, drinking to forget. Drinking to I couldn’t walk and dialing the phone… wondering who to call and then realizing there wasn’t anyone to call…Those nights locking myself in the car and sleeping it off before even trying to drive. Then the mad dash looking for a place to empty a really full bladder. I could have easily gone on a no return spiral but I didn’t. Trust me. Don’t ever give up.
Came Here to Forget
Girl getting over him and I’m getting over her The eyes have it made, ain’t gotta say a word Misery loves company, that’s why it’s you and me Buying each other drinks, back at the bar, thick as thieves Stealing these little sips Doing our best to make the best of the worst of it
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along Keep leaning it on in closer Keep salting the rim, getting even with her And with him before the night is over That first kiss was like a Colorado hit You better keep on keeping it lit ‘Til we can’t remember Can’t remember what we came here to forget
Go ahead and check your phone, like I’ve been checking mine Nobody’s ex is texting for a rewind Looks like it’s just me and you Falling in love just enough to get us through While we’re getting through
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along Keep leaning it on in closer Keep salting the rim, getting even with her And with him before the night is over That first kiss was like a Colorado hit We better keep on keeping it lit ‘Til we can’t remember Can’t remember what we came here to forget
Yeah, first of all we came here to forget Looks like it’s just me and you Falling in love just enough to get us through While we’re getting through
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along Keep leaning it on in closer Keep salting the rim, getting even with her And with you before the night is over That first kiss was like a Colorado hit You better keep on keeping it lit ‘Til we can’t remember Can’t remember what we came here to forget
What we came here to forget What we came here to forget Baby, baby That’s what we came here to forget
Remember when I chose Bobby Bare and I mentioned how Shel Silverstein (poet and songwriter} had wrote Bobby’s music. Well, amusingly, he also did Tequila Sheila for Mac Davis and Blake did a cover of the song on this album.
I’m in agreement with Sandman, wtf is a Saturday night album??? So I went to google. Surprise Bobby Bare did a Saturday Night Album. I’ve always enjoyed Bobby’s music. Did you know most of his work was actually written by Shel Silverstein, an awesome poet.
“Great American Saturday Night, a concept album of impressively diverse and interestingly inspired songs written by the legendary Shel Silverstein. The album was completed in 1978, but consigned to a record company vault somewhere until this year. The good news is, the album finally will be available April 17th, 2020. The better news: It couldn’t sound fresher if it had been recorded last week.” ~ https://www.cowboysindians.com/2020/04/bobby-bare-gets-the-last-laugh-with-a-great-album/
“Great American Saturday Night”
It’s a great American Saturday night Drink a little more till the world looks better to ya Anybody here wanna fuck or fight? It’s a great American Saturday night Great American Saturday night
You work all week at a job you hate Now the weekend’s here and you just can’t wait ‘Cause Mary tells you it’s gettin’ late And you ain’t gettin’ younger, you know So get your clothes out of the cleaner’s and blow-dry your hair Spray deodorant everywhere And paste on a smile like you really don’t care Then get ready to go
On a great American Saturday night Drink a little more till the world looks better to ya Anybody here wanna fuck or fight? It’s a great American Saturday night Great American Saturday night
First you say, “Hi” Then you say, “My!” “Do you come here often? Well, neither do I And, hey, my place is right close-by And I’d really like to be your friend Then you wake up Sunday, it’s a coal-gray day You almost got lucky but it slipped away But Saturday’s only six days away And you can start tryin’ again
On a great American Saturday night Drink a little more till the world looks better to ya Anybody here wanna fuck or fight? It’s a great American Saturday night Great American Saturday night
It’s a great American Saturday night, yeah Drink a little more till the world looks better to ya Anybody here wanna fuck or fight? It’s a great American Saturday night Great American Saturday night
written by Shel Silverstein
I always play Marie Laveau at my Halloween gatherings. It’s such an amusing song and easy for us girls to sing along
A couple years back, we went on a Halloween River Cruise. I dressed up as Marie and Vic was Handsome Jack. We had a lot of fun that evening.
A writing friend of mine when I mentioned who I was dressing up to be had never heard song nor did he know it was written by Shel Silverstein with the help of Baxter Taylor. Apparently a lot of people had no idea Shel was an amazing songwriter in addition to writing great children’s poetry.
The most famous of the voodoo queens that ever existed Is Marie Laveau, down in Louisiana There’s a lot of weird ungodly tales about Marie, She’s supposed to have a lot of magic potions, spells and curses….
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau Got a black cat’s tooth and a Mojo bone And anyone who wouldn’t leave her alone
She’d go another man done gone She lives in a swamp in a hollow log With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog She’s got a bent, bony body and stringy hair
If she ever seen why’all messing round there She’d go another man done gone And then one night when the moon was black Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know He was looking around for Marie Laveau He said Marie Laveau, you handsome witch Give me a little a little charm that’ll make me rich
Give me a million dollars and I tell you what I’ll do This very night, I’m gonna marry you Then It’ll be another man done gone So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it in his hand Then she giggled and she wiggled, and she said Hey, Hey I’m getting ready for my wedding day But old handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie
You’re too damned ugly for a rich man like me Then Marie started mumbling her fangs started gnashing Her body started trembling and her eyes started flashing And she went another man done gone.
So if you ever get down where the black trees grow And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau If she ever asks you to make her your wife Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it’ll be another man done gone
Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Baxter Taylor / Shel Silverstei
Write a post using online. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
I created a found poem for today’s one word challenge. In italics are book titles.
A Gambler’s Anatomy on the Streets of Laredo with Wolf Boys and Black Lives Imagined Wild in The Streets with Blood and Sand where can we Shelter in Place.
Why did we question those Crazy Years or simply Assume Small Great Things Making What You Are to Me become a Nonconformist Leaving The Faith for a Bohemian Grove No Place Is Home
We believed
If He Writes It, She Will Come or Make A Mess of It Strangers in Their Own The Ghost in The Machine
Maybe Our Soul is Painted Black Pure Adrenaline in Utter Ease Under The Udala Trees It Stands Alone in Denial We Lived Twice
Chuck Berry – Sweet little rock ‘n roller (1959) – 2×LP
Chuck Berry – Golden Decade (1967) – 2×LP
The Best of the Best of Chuck Berry (1987/1994) LP, Cassette, CD
What would an album challenge without Chuck Berry. His style and voice set a standard for music at that time. Performers began to dance, move, and encourage audience participation.
This was released the year I was born. My first exposure to Chuck Berry was in the womb. My parents loved to dance and this along with Maybelline were played a lot.
Now, my personal experience with Chuck Berry began with 45’s with my limited funds. When I replaced the very worn out records I purchased cassette tapes and then eventually my collection of his music expanded to cd’s.
If you look at the amount music he produced it’s incredible. How many artists can say they recorded 300 songs. Crazy huh, but between 1954 and today Chuck Berry recorded 300 songs, many of them in various versions or mixes. Chuck Berry influenced more than one generation of musicians. I still can’t get over the fact that Johnny B. Goode has been recorded more than 400 times.
I remember seeing him perform this song on the Ed Sullivan show and Ed commented after that he was exhausted just watching him work the stage. He definitely did. The energy was incredible.
I never owned the long playing album double sets, but every single I could swing on 45 I bought. Babysitting paid .50 fifty cents per hour. Teenagers of the sixties took to the portable, less-expensive format; priced at 65 cents each. The average price for an album in 1970 was $3.00-$5.00.
At one of our school dances in 1972, we had a battle of the bands. One of the groups played My Ding-a-Ling. Now, keep in the mind the prim and prissy attitude, the band was interrupted by the Principal and asked to leave because they performed this song. They did a pretty good cover of the song. These days no one would bat an eye..
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