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Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on April 14, 2011 at 9:45am

"I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in"

(Bob Seger)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on April 6, 2011 at 7:34pm

"Almost cut my hair, it happened just the other day.
It's getting' kinda long, I coulda said it wasn't in my way.
But I didn't and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly,
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone."

(Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young)

Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on April 6, 2011 at 1:22pm

If mama was married I'd jump in the air

And give all my toe shoes to you

I'd get all those hair ribbons out of my hair

And once & for all I'd get Mama out to

Mama, please take my advice

We aren't the Lunts,I'm not Fanny Brice

Mama,I'd buy you the rice

If only this once you wouldn't think twice Funny Girl(Bock-Harnick?

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on April 6, 2011 at 12:00pm

"I ain't no tiger i ain't no little lamb

Suppose you tell me mama who do you think i think i am?

And ooh baby don't you give a damn?

 

Yeah i'm gonna tear it up gonna trash it up

Gonna round it up gonna shake it up

Oh baby i will not lie down

 

Turn this thing around

I will not go quietly

I will not lie down

I will not go quietly i won't go"   

 

(Don Henley -with special thanks to Harold)

Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on April 5, 2011 at 5:38pm

Excuse spelling everyone...thanks

Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on April 5, 2011 at 5:37pm

Just a weekend in the country,

Smelling jasmine watching little things grow,

A weekend in the country it's delightful we should go

A weekend in the country

The bees in their hives

The shallow worldly figures,

Their frivolis lives'

The devil's companions 

Know not whom they serve

It might be instructive to observe(badly excerpted from Sondheim-I thought I could do it)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on April 5, 2011 at 4:52pm

"I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where I've never been before
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay"

(Canned Heat)

Comment by Polar on April 5, 2011 at 1:35am

"My uncle has a country place that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law
On Sundays, I elude the eyes, and hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Then run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a better, vanished time
Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime

Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge

Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil
The scent of country air
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race
It goes screaming through the valley as another joins the chase

Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan
At the one lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm to drink with my uncle at the fireside"

"Red Barchetta" (Neil Peart, inspired by Richard Foster's short story "A Nice Morning Drive") 

Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on April 4, 2011 at 4:52pm

Love me love me say you do

Let me fly away with you

For our love is like the wind

And wild is the wind

Give me more than one caress 

Satisfy this emptiness

cauase we're creatures of the wind & wild is the wind

you touch me I hear the sound of mandolins

You kiss me & with your kiss the world begins

You're spring to me,all things to me...you're life itself

As the leaf clings to a tree oh my darling cling to me

Let the wind blow through your hair 

For wild is the wind,the wind

Wild is my love for you

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on April 4, 2011 at 4:02pm

"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here"

(Eagles)

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