(of something regarded as unpleasant) continuing without pause or interruption.
Consequences Holding her beloved mirror in hand the young woman studies her lost love. Her smoldering eyes peering barely hidden behind her lush lashes and ruby red lips in a brief shy smile. As she watches him with their son walking hand in hand toward their home. Her hand trembles slightly, a tear drop falls for this living forever isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Yet the young woman thought she could handle it never considering how desolate eternity could be without her love, her child. She sighs deeply knowing, another tear falls In her heart, the choice was right though the price was high.
The choice made at the time didn’t consider the incessant ramifications of living forever. I thought of how I would feel if the opportunity arose guaranteeing their health and happiness in exchange for my soul, could I do it as I wrote this Halloween poem. I know faced with assuring they’re healthy and happy once doesn’t stop… oh wait but they’ll be dead and I’m still living. That incessant detail isn’t forefront because we want the best for our loved ones.
“Incessant smiling is one of the deadly tools used by someone whose intent is to make others cry.”― Michael Bassey Johnson
“Writing is my passion, expression and an incessant obsession.” ― Pushpa Rana
Behind every mask there is a face, and behind that a story. – Marty Rubin
How can anyone think of the 80’s without thinking of Michael Jackson? The man behind the mask, the mystique of his life discussed and re-discussed in every cult magazine.
Billie Jean was my favorite song on this album but for the life of me I never understood why it wasn’t the opening song to the album. It certainly soared like a rocket when it was released.
The man himself was an enigma, the media couldn’t decide if he was a monster or an angel. “Before the success of Thriller, many felt Jackson had struggled to get MTV airing because he was black In an effort to attain air time for Jackson, CBS Records President Walter Yetnikoff pressured MTV and declared, “I’m not going to give you any more videos and I’m going to go public and fucking tell them about the fact you don’t want to play music by a black guy. His position persuaded MTV to begin airing “Billie Jean” and later “Beat It“, (along with Prince‘s “Little Red Corvette“) which led to a long partnership and later helped other black music artists to gain mainstream recognition. ” ~ wikipedia
Naturally, MTV denies claims of racism in their broadcasting but I do remember how the early years of MTV white artists dominated.
The world is full of monsters with friendly faces and angels full of scars.
I have to go with Janis Joplin. Another Piece of My Heart, Bobby McGee, and Summertime are songs that just take me back to my youth.
“Piece of My Heart” is a romantic funk/soul love song written by Jerry Ragovoy and Bert Berns, it was originally recorded by Erma Franklin in 1967. The song got mainstream attention when Big Brother and the Holding Company (featuring Janis Joplin … Although,the original version of “Piece of My Heart” was previously recorded by Aretha Franklin.
Me and Bobby McGee” was written by American singer-songwriter Kris Kristofferson and originally performed by Roger Miller. Fred Foster shares the writing credit, as Kristofferson intended. A posthumously released version by Janis Joplin topped the U.S. singles … Later that year, Kris released his version. Interestingly Janis and Kris were lovers on and off.
I don’t know what it was but Janis Joplin, 1969 performance of Summertime … made her seem so much older and wiser than her then 26-years. … It’s been said that Janis was “the authority of a very old spirit.”.
Joplin’s death in October 1970 at age 27 stunned her fans and shocked the music world, especially when coupled with the death just 16 days earlier of another rock icon, Jimi Hendrix also at age 27. I mourned both of them.
Peter, Paul and Mary had some interesting lyrics that I feel fulfill the criteria for today’s prompt.
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind
We’re still asking this question today … how many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free?
George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Matianna Jefferson, Aura Rossa, Stephon Clark, Botham Jean, Philando Castille, Alton Sterling and so many more want to know.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff
oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff’s gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whene’er they came Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name
oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave
oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
I’m playing catch up. Album that begs to be played loud. I have to go with CCR here since I already did the Rolling Stones.
How can anyone play Have You Ever Seen The Rain softly? They’re not Credence fans if they do. It begs to vibrate the room like most songs on this album.
My favorites were Susie Q, Proud Mary, Bad Moon Rising, I Heard it on the Grapevine, Up Around the Bend and Looking Out My Back Door.
If you’re interested in what went down with this amazing group this article is interesting.
“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”
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.
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