A Pirate Looks At 40 http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...VWP27joQd7X-L6ryA&sig2=6quSeh9vcDN0-PmzfQhmPQ
The Music Machine - Talk Talk This video is particularly pertinent since Sean Bonniwell, lead singer of The Music Machine died last December at the age of 71. He was a pioneer in garage rock and had a significant influence on many bands, although he was less known to the public than he should have been. The group got back together several years ago to play a few shows. Sean became a born again Christian in the 70s and formed a Christian rock band that never achieved the success or (in my opinion) quality of The Music Machine. Bottom of the Soul - The Bonniwell Music Machine
Well next trip to Haiti we will build a proto type house. One thing about the South area in Haiti is the beauty. A Beautiful farm community . I would live there . Mountainous live Missoula except not to the height of Missoula Mountain , but still very pleasant and livable . A good model for the rest of the country to follow. So South of France get it . It was a French colony . Haiti was a french colony . Haiti is well on its way to being great by the by . The Greathouse has put his heart there and you know what happens when the seed manifests . I hypnotized the people . To late now . Nothing can stop the change Mutta Fuukairs www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvMVCHhwTPs&feature=related
In memory of Etta James who died today. The Sky is Crying http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...5uO1sqlL6jNbKIVsw&sig2=RbFSOE-0URAEHMzSP3kJug The matriarch of the blues, Etta James, whose iconic songs include At Last, and Something's Got A Hold On Me, has died in southern California. Her manager, Lupe De Leon, said the singer died early Friday at Riverside Community Hospital in Los Angeles. She was 73. De Leon said the cause of death was complications of leukemia. "It's a tremendous loss for her fans around the world," De Leon said. "She'll be missed. A great American singer. Her music defied category." http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...cAkmmtMOmTzciBkUQ&sig2=qvXtGsCaHQ0Not51-Uwq0w Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
That is a beautiful song . The Mayday celebration of freedom from slavery is all over that one . It truly moves my heart Cosmic. The Idea that social freedom can emerge ? That symbolism of Man /Woman coming out of the dirt . The Free Man symbol in Haiti showing a hand in the air. It is all the same Meme( A logo that repeats) We are on the right road my friend . The emergence is happening right in front of our eyes
Johnny Otis discovered Jamesetta Hawkins, turned her into Etta James, and made her a star. (In addition to others including Jackie Wilson and the Coasters). Coincidentally, he just died last week at 90. Willie and the Hand Jive was a big hit when I was in high school, and his band was my favorite for a whole year. Because there were no R&B radio stations in Arizona in those days I had never heard of Bo Diddley, so I always called that rhythm the hand-jive beat. Otis was already near the end of his musical career when he recorded that song. He was very active in the 1940s and is given credit as one of the main architects of the style of music that came to be known as rhythm and blues or R&B. In an era when everybody had a full orchestra with a traditional sound, he put together a ten-piece band that included an electric guitar and lots of percussion. His band played for Big Mama Thornton on the original recording of "Hound Dog," which Elvis Presley heard and turned into his signature tune. But Otis was also a great human being. He was a white man fighting racism at a time when that was an easy way to get killed. He once said to a reporter, "If the only choice we have is to be black or white, I think I'd just as soon be black." (Not a perfectly accurate quote.) He did most of his performing in south Los Angeles, which was (and still is) the Afro-American part of town. Everyone assumed that one of his parents must have been black, but they were both Greek. I'm going to sing "Willie and the Hand Jive" in karaoke this week. I may have to spend a few minutes first teaching all the young folks how to "do that crazy Hand Jive."
Here's a song that at least a few will be able to relate to, lol.... It's time to 'Take My Drunk Ass Home.' NOT MINE! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! His! No.....I'm not taking his drunk ass home. :bugeye: He's taking his own drunk ass home, lol.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4yNb0Bnxa0&feature=player_embedded
Keep Your Hands To Yourself http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...VhAuast9PLMQbQWkA&sig2=TjfjN4GQjPSYrjLGfl9mzw
Ah.....here's one that you might like, cosmic. The black dress, a staple in every woman's closet. I have a floor length halter top, open back dress that is only suitable for rather formal occasions. I haven't worn it in several years but part with it? Never! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! One never knows what the future may hold. Ducks Unlimited may resurrect their fancy dinners or perhaps I will go the October wine tasting event. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
My song of the Day- Eminem - Beautiful: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgT1AidzRWM Its got 120 million views - you know you want to click on that link!
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Pretty sure my new Haitian Girl Friend dump Me. Shit . She was very beautiful. You know what they say ? To much Mikey will give you a belly ache. To much vanilla ice cream. Come from the land of the ice and snow and all that happy ass shit. Fuck I am going to miss her. If I was getting what I determined I need all thanks to Klowns posts at Chistmass at the same time Leviathan told Me to get a new vagina . Its not that I don't get sex ,I do , but that it is never about my needs . I have developed needs , or to say I was living in denial of having needs . I always had needs . I denied that I had needs . It is always about getting her off and she care less if I do. It kind of upset Me when I found out I was living that lie . I feel unwanted from it all and some of you know my issues of not feeling loved in life . It is what creates my attention whoring. To be loved . I never feel loved . Must be my multi personalities . Yeah I think that turns people off now that I think about it . Anyway there is lots of Haitian girls that like to dance. Dr.Patrick thinks will be in Haiti six months at a time . That will never happen unless I have a woman in Haiti . So we have a problem Houston . My wife has made it clear she will never go to Haiti. Anyway we will see what leviathan has to say about it cause you know she scares the FUCKING SHIT out of me big time . She swat us all like bugs . If she tells Me to fuck a new vagina you can bet Id be all over that one . Great songs you all are posting . I live at S.F. just in the hope you all post songs anymore. They tell a story about you and Me . Mainly I like the story they tell about you all cause well tell Me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are and well the music you listen to is like your best friend . I like to get to know my friends
It's Alright Ma http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...HToJiExyO2Bvj5aGg&sig2=zMERbJENc2SpPvHgeu3uKQ Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, ma, i'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind it's gates But even the president of the united states Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, ma, i can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say god bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But i mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, ma, if i can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, i scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, i have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, ma, it's life, and life only.