Great Cohen quote Jennifer!!!

JJ is now Sweet Jane, I am going to have to think of a nickname for you Jennifer. Something soft and warm and musical.  I will work on it.

Karen you will have to contribute too, I know you love sexy songs. (She has been working most evenings rescuing kittens, the last ones are quite adorable, she named one Butternut.)

Busy evening for me so I will try to think of songs another time.

Greg

Greg you never change lol.

My favorite Beatles song:

We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew

Try to realise it's all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you

We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see, are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you

Also one quote:

"The secret of joy in work is contained in one word-Excellence!"

Pearl Buck

I have seen some of Gregs work, and there is true joy there.

JJ

I had to search and search for this one:

Dan Bern - Opposable Thumb Song Lyrics Over the last seven months my little dog, Gidget Has developed an opposable thumb She now pumps the gas when we go to the Exxon, and I'm slowly teaching her to drive When people see her typing They figure it's like one of those dogs that wears funny hats Or things equally dumb But it's not like that at all It's my little dog, Gidget And her brand new opposable thumb I've begun letting her travel By herself on the bus To towns three and four hours away She writes me postcards Her penmanship is fair I'm having quite a time is all she'll say It's hard letting go But I'm awfully proud of her With her knife and fork she doesn't miss a crumb Ah life is much improved Since my little dog, Gidget Developed an opposable thumb Perhaps one day, She'll wander off and get a job Doing data entry or light filing in an office When that day comes I'll be sad But I won't be one of those guys Getting in the way of his dog's progress Last week at Dodger Stadium She threw out the first Ceremonial pitch before they played the Braves Yesterday she painted me a nice little canvas Of a sailboat bobbing gently on the waves If you're proud of your dog Because he chases sticks Gidget grabs the sticks and play the drums Well life is really good Since my little dog, Gidget Developed an opposable thumb Ohoooooooo-oh-oh-ah Opposable thumb   Sweet Jane

Love the sonnet, Lala...thanks!

A poem by Wislawa Szymborska:

Possibilities

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two

Like you the lines are lovely, Lala. (Not her real name by the way) but Doll is fitting.

Sky , very nice poem, I was not aware of it and trust me I read a lot. I generally read three books a week and listen to another two on cd as I drive.

I have a favorite old song that reminds me of someone, she used to play Motown at certain times in our relationship. She also played Nat King Cole and it has never sounded quite the same to me since. When you are lying next to someone, and there is soft music playing, it does take on a whole different sound. My favorite is this:

People say I'm the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Since you left me if you see me with another girl
Seeming like I'm having fun
Although she may be cute
She's just a substitute
Because you're the permanent one..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

Smokey Robinson and the Miracles

I am reminded of the Thomas Wolfe book, "You can't go home again". Some moments are never recaptured, all you can do is create new ones and hope for the best. A few more Wolfe quotes:

    [script removed]

Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.”

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.”

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken”

There are things you just can't do in life. You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he's ready to see you, and you can't go home again.”

Things could have been worse, I could have quoted A.E. Housman lol

WHEN I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;

By the way Sweet Jane, nice of you to remember the song about Gidget and go out and find it. You have an excellent memory as well as soulful eyes.

Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)   ...........ee cummings

Dreaming of your smile eyes knees etcetera Sweet Jane.

Greg

Greg

I love these words:

I don't like you
But I love you
See that I'm always
thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh,
you treat me badly
I love you madly
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby

I don't want you,
but I need you
Don't want to kiss you
but I need you
Oh, oh, oh
you do me wring now
my love is strong now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby

I love you and all I want you to do
is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

I want to leave you
don't want to stay here
Don't want to spend
another day here
Oh, oh, oh, I want to split now
I just can quit now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby

I love you and all I want you to do
is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me

Meshell Ndegeocello

I am in Chicago at least once a month Greg, we should get together sometime, my boyfriend lives up there. If not we could take a day trip to the dog park and meet up then.

Julie

Lala, great poem, I especially love the lines:

It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style

You never cease to amaze me with the depth of your reading, the fact that you are reading Lao Tsu was also quite impressive. All this and such a sultry look about you, and such feistiness!

Pretty songs Jennifer, you are so sweet to contribute.

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Some Dylan likes I was thinking about today, I always loved them.

"While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free."
-Eugene V. Debs

"Those would make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

And a couple favorite quotes.

Greg

Great words you guys!  Jennifer such great songs and quotes!

Here are two things for someone very special to me: Obviously Alice Cooper for the first, the second is easy.

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont want to
Break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, Im caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and its needles
And pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you
Screaming my name
Dont want to touch you but
Youre under my skin (deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
Poison
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison, yeah
I dont want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin deep inside my veins,
Burnin deep inside my veins
Its poison
I dontt wanna break these chains
Poison

And a poem for the same person:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

one more, but you will not be able to google this one

Speak softly when you speak of her

she is  by radient sunbeams kept

of all things soft, of gossamer

the morning dew knows where she slept.

One last thing, this is just pretty and I love the words:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul."

Greg

Lala, very lovely and very touching and it does bring back memories for me. It is great you can love some of the older music. Someone very close to me was like that, she had not been in the country a long time and all she knew were people like Nat King Cole, and Sinatra and the Beatles of course. She had her own musical interests from her native land, but sometimes when she heard people like Dylan or Paul Simon, it was the first time for her and she would just adore the words and music and they were very special to her.She and I were alike in that way, when we love, we love deeply. You resemble her more than you can know but I hope you just take that as a compliment.

In gloomy dark of isolation,
My days were gradually moved,
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, life, and love.

My soul awoke with decision:
And you again came as a blest,
Like an enchanting fleeting vision,
A spirit of the pure grace.

My heart beats on in resurrection --
It has again for what to strive:
Divinity and inspiration,
Life, tears, and eternal love.

- Aleksandr Pushkin

Greg