Watch “Avicii – Waiting For Love (Lyric Video)” on YouTube

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Posted by on 26/06/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED


I need you

Some mornings you wake up humming a tune, carrying notes you never could in real life, but in your head it sounds multi-platinum worthy. This morning was one such and my song was “I need you”. So rather than screech it for you, I’ll let the pros handle it.

“I Need You”
(feat. Faith Hill)

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath
I wanna ride across West Virginia in the backseat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that so I need you[Chorus:]
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
I need you like a lighthouse on the coast
Like the father and the son meet the holy ghost
I need you

I wanna get lost in some corner booth
Cantina Mexico
I wanna dance to the static of an a.m. radio
I wanna wrap the moon around us and lay beside you skin on skin
Make love ’til the sun comes up and the sun goes down again cause i need you


I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you, oh, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you

Oh, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, too

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Posted by on 05/04/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED


My Jamaica – Perseverance or Futility?

By now, most of you are as familiar with this young woman’s writing as you are with my own. I do confess that laziness is perhaps at least a contributing factor, on my part, for why I reblogg and retweet her so often. Yet far beyond that, it is her ability to communicate. This mother/woman/child is able to articulate what so many feel effortlesly. At least it sure does read that way, and I for one can’t get enough. Last night’s post is one such example. So here goes:

My Jamaica – Perseveranc or Futility?.


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The Immortal Jukebox A9 : Tom T Hall – It Sure Gets Cold In Des Moines

As a country girl both in spirit and music it always warms my heart to hear others wax poetic about a genre I adore. It is an even better treat to see someone write about the troubadour spirit of Tom T Hall. Tom is forever observer, rarely if ever, critic. His stories haunt us, as the trope goes, “great country is just three chords and the truth”. Tom T is about as good as anyone gets. He is a storyteller.

The Immortal Jukebox


‘ I was much too far out all my life – And not waving but drowning’
(Stevie Smith)

‘Looking at the moon all col and wite and oansome. Lorna said to me, ‘You know Riddley there’s something in us it don’t have no name …. It’s looking out thru our eye hoals .. It’s all 1 girt thing bigger nor the worl and loan and oansome, Tremmering it is and feart.’ (Russell Hoban – ‘Riddley Walker’).

‘Life is just like that sometimes’. (Tom T Hall)

Armoured and fast in our self-absorption it is remarkably easy to walk through our lives in this world not seeing, not hearing, not feeling almost everything that’s happening all around us. We all have our own particular set of philosophical, cultural and emotional blinkers that help keep out or shield us from those elements of life we would rather not have to confront.


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Posted by on 09/01/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED


Watch “Posh – with lyrics (chitty chitty bang bang)” on YouTube

Where will I find myself this year, I wonder?
Posh – with lyrics (chitty chitty bang bang):

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Posted by on 05/01/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED


2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 470 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 8 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Posted by on 29/12/2014 in UNCATEGORIZED


A day in the life… of a Jamaican lesbian

This one comes from one of my favourite bloggers and my own personal yogi. It pains me that she had this experience and yet I find her willingnes to share this not only brave, but kind as well. It is important that we walk a mile in another’s shoes sometimes, because only then do we truly know.

A day in the life… of a Jamaican lesbian.

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Posted by on 09/12/2014 in UNCATEGORIZED