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| dreams of her....who I can not find...
Posted: 10/13/2008 4:44:12 PM | The Band
Up On Cripple Creek lyrics
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Refrain:
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won
(refrain)
I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea
(refrain)
Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk"
Now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat
(refrain)
Now there's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold
And this living on the road is getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted
To go and see my Bessie again.
edit: I couldn't resist after you speaking for me hahahahaha | |
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| dreams of her....who I can not find...
Posted: 10/13/2008 5:25:34 PM | to no one who hears....
Our lives, separated by a river,
you from the country side, me from the city...
have always been so different. Strangers.
Your days...in the fields, mine chasing the trains.
Until we danced, once...
then there were no more rivers, fields or trains.
Only you and I.
Lost in each others souls, each others hearts.
If the reality of rivers
Could have stayed lost forever...Oh! I wish...
then tonight, instead of your memory,
my arms and my life would be filled with you!
I worked hard, trying, to build us a bridge...
I spent days searching for a narrow stretch,
a place where we could, where I hoped we would,
cross over together...finally as one.
You are still right here,
I can still smell your hair flowing in the fields,
your favorite place.
Can taste you on the breeze that crosses,
as it always will,
the river that seems determined to flow...
determined to keep us from each other!
God! Help me...help me build a bridge to her. | |
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| dreams of her....who I can not find...
Posted: 10/17/2008 11:33:33 PM | Hope you return soon onlysecondshere. Thanks for posting your words here. I am sending energy for that bridge *smile.
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"songbird sings from the heart."
"I sing, you sing along."
"when you need the strength to carry on you've got me to turn to"
"the song sets you free, but who sings to me
"I can touch your secret place inside
and still.... you don't know me"
"this time, the song is for me".......
Barbara Streisand
these words never were
about singing
There's a chorus of voices
I hear inside
perfect harmony
(talk about your shouting! come to Jesus moments! if only everyone could hear this chorus the way I do *smile)
(disclaimer: inferred *smile)
words melting melodically from one's eyes
into the snow that falls on an empty park bench
you sing of my
loneliness(and more)
another voice merges in perfect harmony with the wind above our gardens
you sing of my
gratitude(and more)
one who has eyes that bleed the blackest blue
this one sings of so much of my
pain(and more)
another voice begins to crack now ..
a lifetime of memories will forever keep us close
you sing now of my
fears(and so very much more)
sometimes I can't hear you singing because I forget
not to be afraid
one voice misses a note at times
he sings of my
weaknesses
one voice is an echo of my own from the beginning of time
it has been said he sings with a voice that sounds like tears
he sings of my
faith
then there is you, my son, you sing
of my
redemption
permanence
humility
peace in
love that continues in a circle
as with our little Em
it amazes me how we can filter thru all the crap
and let the best parts carry on
Happy Birthday!
no I haven't forgotten a single one
of you who sing to me
I just couldn't find the words tonight
to say what I hear in the music of all of you
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Songbird
by Jimmy Ruffin(of the Temptations) and also sung by the Bee Gees
Go on with your song, bird -- you can't go wrong bird
You will go on and on, bird, like you did before
Though your wings are broken the sky is so wide open
And the wind is waiting for you like an open door
Though you go so far away, your voice will still be heard so well
You'll never really ever know how beautiful you are
When the moon is on the rise I'll try to make my songbird fly
I wonder if he ever will -- and if he really did, how far
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| Remembering more
Posted: 10/18/2008 8:09:50 AM | Thanks silverswan. I was about to go to bed when I realized I hadn't written anything honoring his birthday.(this year flew so fast) and that just began to roll out when I heard that Streisand song for the first time in decades...one of my favorites of hers....There was so much inside me I wanted to say, but I don't have the gift of expression in words you and others out here have...my gifts lie elsewhere *smile... | |
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| Remembering more
Posted: 10/19/2008 4:33:53 AM |
but I don't have the gift of expression in words you and others out here have...my gifts lie elsewhere *smile...
please tell me more about your gifts then.. | |
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| "my gifts lie elsewhere..."
Posted: 10/22/2008 9:25:54 PM | | Dear Sweet Drea...your gifts lie in your heart and in your dream songs...we hear them! | |
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| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 9:42:47 AM | jeesh.... don't you go there.... you know you have plenty of poetic chops!!!!!
and wowie kazowie....look who appeared!! LW....great to see you again, was just moaning and groaning to AD - 'bout the missing the old crowd...not saying you're old kiddo, :)just saying it's been a long long time..... and that exuberant picture...best picture on the pond (well, you're tied with a beer loving shark for best picture...yours certainly is the gosh darn whomping stomping happiest!!!)
exuberant happiness
insistently impossibly
positively heavenly
an ecstatic echoing
of joy, joy, joy
with nary a trace of one regret | |
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| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 11:34:07 AM | drea won't allow me to do anything 'cept for fluffy bunny writing here
have no fear 
my arrogance is always followed by the aroma of my flatulence
I think that they call those fluffy bunny pellets
here comes peter cotton tail
hopping down the bunny trail
he's always got a smilie face
his fourty five and a can of mace
he hides the eggs everytime that it's easter
some of them actually have to be colored
he's got to hide them from the mother in law
she'd devil them and eat them all
sometimes I dream writing
wake up and think it's recorded
then I've got about three minutes to get it down
my best write's are always lost
You want me to go write for hallmark?
anyone can do that
yeah, I know that you don't
so, fvck these people
I'm no critic
in fact, I don't want anything to do with the general public
I guess that's redundant
when speaking to a fellow hermit
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| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 11:50:09 AM | OH, NO YOU, DINNIT!!!!!!! Drea, um You have the talent and gift to spill, come on do it, I know you can, not only that but, I think I need a reasessment of me from you, the mirror keeps steam'n up on me.............lol
Remember this:
Posted: 1/23/2008 1 57 AM
ham I be..I just discovered your thread..I love it!
What I had wrote:
Did you look in the mirror today, what and who did you really see,
Is that what others see?
Your Beautiful Words:
those are profound words that struck at my core with reverberation....
I can see inside you now...
all I see is wisdom.
^^^That's pretty and poetic to me!!! I'm with Dr. Doggie, I think you should elaborate on some of them there gifts!!!
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| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 5:21:36 PM | now dog you know I couldn't grow if you adhered to fluffy bunny writing LOL...what would I do without your stimulation *smile....I have never asked for anything on my thread except that it be a place no one has to worry about being attacked for expressing their heart.
Silverswan, I totally agree with what you wrote *smile....LW's pic is jubilant!
Good to see you ham! You can always bring a smile...as for those gifts..well some are secret ..yanno like your poetry about chocolate LOL LOL...
ahh, littlewind you know I never doubt you hear my songs........Namaste my wonderful friend....
I wish ...
I wish ...
I wish ...
but, wishing never accomplished anything
it takes action
I will...
I will...
I will...
sighssss
and even if I
DID
nothing could really change
it has been postulated
that religion is simply a neurosis
a way to postpone gratification in this life
for another life to come
so despite what I say
I guess I must really be
religious
because
I simply wait now | |
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| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 7:09:13 PM | yeah, what they said....I wrote this for you on your birthday, the more I get to know you, the truer this becomes...
drea, drea....what to say-a?
you'll find her taking
the high road
the red road
the human way
lit from within
special aura
conscious dreamer
setting karma
in motion
concentric circles
acts of kindness
radiating beyond
12/29/07 | |
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Joined: 7/22/2008
Msg: 988 | |
| my gifts lie elsewhere...
Posted: 10/23/2008 9:09:32 PM |
Dear Sweet Drea...your gifts lie in your heart and in your dream songs...we hear them!
this had to be echoed..;) | |
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| my gift is myself...
Posted: 11/5/2008 7:38:47 AM |
Now, where's my fluffy bunny?... 
that energy I have
talked about so long here
that churning inside me
the feeling something major was coming
I feared a revolution in this country
a seismic shifting of the magnetic poles
that energy inside me changed last night
I felt a surge of release
we awaken today to a new universe
not a single shot was fired
in this Revolution
the apathy has lessened
the light of hope was brilliant in
a rainbow of smiling faces
oceans of tears streamed the healing
for the first time in decades
I think there is hope for this country
the torch is being passed to
a new generation
not so motivated by hate and greed
now the real work begins
it amuses me to hear the voices of those
who still don't quite 'get it'
those who tried to instill only fear
are off their game this morning
hate won't work anymore
it still very much exists
but the energy has changed now
the cynics still exist
but, my own cynicism seems to have eased
Now, when we fight
there will be greater clarity in our battles
Anyone who can't feel
the hope in this world this morning
is simply not opening up to the energy
YES WE CAN
be a United States
a United World
Today I am PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
So very Proud of this generation!
Let the work begin and the healing continue.
Last night I kept smiling as I thought of MLK, JFK, Robert, Lennon and all the others who were smiling down.
(see fluffy bunny is back LOL) | |
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| my gift is myself...
Posted: 11/5/2008 3:17:17 PM | i had a strange one this morning flying low over water (i FEARflying)i kept thinking the plane would hit something and the pilot was was actually skimming the water with his wheels and the water was avey low flat wide lake we approached cliffs and soared up and i remember squeeking whoa and woke up
anyone know what that could mean ??? | |
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| my gift is myself...
Posted: 11/5/2008 3:42:54 PM | Just came by for a victory dance and a quick smooch.... | |
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| my gift is myself...
Posted: 11/14/2008 1:12:54 AM | fluffy bunny, fluffy bunny
where have you gone
are you growing something in your garden to fill my bong?
:laugh: | |
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| My Dream
Posted: 11/14/2008 2:55:55 AM | Hand in mine
We walk through time
The past is now the future then
Lover’s friends
It’s all the same
Over and over again
We play our role
Sometimes woman sometimes man
Souls as one
Borne to die
Live to cry
Till its over
Then peace forever
TERRY | |
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| My Dream
Posted: 12/9/2008 3:52:17 PM | Hi Terryinlove *smile.
Thanks for leaving that here..I hope you drop back in soon..
been out of touch for awhile....but, I wanted to leave this here..got it from a friend today and it moved me *smile..Thanks J.
Sorry for the caps, but it was sent this way today..I am NOT YELLING lol.
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND ,
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE ..
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH .
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE"
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?"
THE FRIEND REPLIED
"WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT"
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.
THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON,
AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM,
A DAY
TO LOVE THEM,
BUT THEN ,
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM.
SEND THIS TO
THE PEOPLE YOU'LL NEVER
FORGET.
I JUST DID.
IF YOU DON'T
SEND IT TO ANYONE,
IT MEANS YOU'RE IN A
HURRY AND THAT YOU'VE
FORGOTTEN YOUR FRIENDS.
TAKE THE TIME TO LIVE!
DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS
YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE
WHO YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE!
AND IF I HAPPEN TO GET IT BACK,
THEN I KNOW MY PLACE IN YOUR LIFE
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." | |
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| my gift is channelling elvis
Posted: 12/13/2008 1:45:27 PM | yeah, yeah, yeah.. and if it ain't the gophers, it's the buzzards
it's always somethin'
let's just all have a big group hug
right after we all get too drunk
please hold my hair when I throw up
it's easier to gargle than wash my hair out
did anyone ever answer miztee 69?
I just noticed her tonight
it was the new pic
and I noticed that she was native
man, I am so in tune with that
something that Sis did
she taught me about the toe thing
Now that I think about it.. I wonder if I've taught her anything?
I hope I'm not being some kind of culture sucker
...another indian brown noser..
hahahaha
anyway, miztee wanted her dream interpreted
and I'm in the mood to do that
as I don my fluffy red nightcap with the cotton ball on the tip
I can play Kris Kringle with the best
I think he was also a redheaded native
lot's of vikings sailed towards the end of the earth
"brunette or bust" was the sticker on their transoms
and it turned out that brunettes were enticed by bearded blonde men
enough said
(i FEARflying)
I fear falling. I dam.n near panick when people on tv get near the edge.
Well, she asked and I'm gonna do her.
i kept thinking the plane would hit something
That's a natural instinct
what goes up comes down, me thinks
and the pilot was was actually skimming the water with his wheels
influence your subconscious next time
sorry, I'm also a freudian
add pontoons to the plane
hey, it's your dream
yanno?
you're the one with the internal turn signals
and the water was avey low flat wide lake we approached cliffs and soared up
nothing wrong with the addition of a secluded landing strip of a beach
into your dream
you just soared up because you were circling first
didn't want to land on an island with a bunch of tourists
and i remember squeeking whoa and woke up
your dream I can't properly finish interpreting
unless you tell me about the state of your panties
were they wet just from nervous sweating?
or did you wake up tingling?
I can't give you my diagnosis
but, I'm too arrogant not to offer a prognosis
you need to find Jesus
tis the season
Nah, that wasn't it..
hold on a minute
The doctor is just finishing up with another patient
what you need is a thrill though, and I write the prescriptions
he just signs 'em
I'll have you cured with a three day trip on a greyhound
put your seat right beside the internal outhouse
that's before you get to mexico
the chickens guano right on the floor
scared of flyin' or scared of dyin'?
gettin' too high or drownin'?
I'm just losing your point for you
someone had to
am I really the only guy that knows how to make a woman relax
without prescibing them intravenous xanax?
just get yourself two tickets
take along a girlfriend
amtrak ain't bad
they say no smoking.. but, fvck them
no smoke detectors in the bathrooms yet
and there are places to sneak if you find someone to sex
the three mile high club has about one position
unless your in the pilots cabin
they have all the leg room
gin and tonics and auto-pilot too
amtrack has regular sized bathroom stalls
you can do it all
pay for a sleeper if you want
I recommend fvckin in the one by the bar car
have your girlfriend take pictures
you're on a train to mexico
what do you care?
noone will recognize you with that hair
traveling by rail does have it's drawbacks, though
when you get off the train after a couple of days, it' just like getting off of a boat
you feel like you're rocking back and forth
you have to get your landlegs back
that's your equilibrian being balanced
it's like coming down off of acid
or somethin'
here's the cliff's notes
don't be yellow
otherwise, you'll stay at home
and that's not what you want to do, yanno?
maybe soaring towards that cliff and not crashing was the omen
ever think of that?
like I asked..
did all of your body wake up in a cold sweat?
even your underpants?
that's the determining factor
did you wake up with your hand near there?
I don't mind making an uneducated determination
I think that more masturbation would cure the situation
arf | |
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| my gift is channelling elvis
Posted: 12/20/2008 12:20:00 PM | glow
life is challenging
how to fit
so much love
into so few
days?
warm as the sun
the heart
lights many lives
before it's heat
is done
remarkable
so much power
is held by one
LS 12/20/08 | |
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| flying dreams
Posted: 12/20/2008 9:28:21 PM | Flying
I envy anyone who can fly in their dreams
Arms outstretched, soaring through cloudy seas
The little lame prince had a magic carpet in childhood
Peter pan could make a sick child smile
But I possess the key for nocturnal imagination
Rising above the troubles and the worries
Which crease the brow
Panic subsides
A gust of wind takes flight and
Somewhere out in the darkness I fly
The dark side of green grass days
And cornfields
Following my instincts
As a night owl following its prey
And finding freedom. | |
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 999 | |
| flying dreams
Posted: 12/25/2008 12:51:10 PM | I don't mind giving this day
to the Christian way of thinking
I just wish
someone
would buy me a robe...:/
`````
oops, oh well, it has something to do with dreaming
Merry Christman, Drea. | |
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| flying dreams
Posted: 12/28/2008 9:24:46 PM | "Happy Birthday Drea"
The world is spinning faster
As each year passes
Revolutions catapulting
Through time and space
But the music plays
Over and over again
It plays
With each refrain
We fill our cups
And drink our fill of life
Smiling to the beat of our own true drum
Watching as the generations merge
We seek the ancient blessings
Of those who walked before and
Look for peace at every turn
We are blessed. | |
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