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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Remember ninety nine cent record bins?
JWM
I do believe I paid 99 cents for led Zeppelins first album at A&B records on Granville Street
Hey! Don’t knock Dara Puspita!
But nowhere near Java-jungly enough for me.
Now this:
Inul Daratista – Goyang Inul (Official Music Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWz-0l-WwKU
Dangdut is an acquired taste. So much for shadow puppets and gamelans.
I’ve no idea who the #@$% Heino is… but looks like he’s on his way to a date with Elton John. They’d have to flip a coin.
I needed that laugh.
Hades features vocoder voice warp and BASS albums on computer speakers along with boy bands on loop.
How about an Uncle Joe Brandon spoken word album reading some Chairman Mao off of a teleprompter!
A (trombone) blast from the past! 😄
“Strategy for Penetration” (whiskey, lots of whiskey)
That Karl Malden album can’t be real. Unless it was part of MK Ultra.
Svetlana Grubbersolvik can wrap her lips around my flute anytime she likes.
“Where Will I Shelter My Sheep” (in your hair)
“Marcy Tigner, trombone. With flute, harp and pipe organ.” As opposed to what, sexual orrgan?
“Strategy for Penetration” (whiskey, lots of whiskey)
That Karl Malden album can’t be real. Unless it was part of MK Ultra.
Svetlana Grubbersolvik can wrap her lips around my flute anytime she likes.
“Where Will I Shelter My Sheep” (in your hair)
“Marcy Tigner, trombone. With flute, harp and pipe organ.” As opposed to what, sexual organ?
Put all of these albums on an endless tape loop. Play it 24/7 at high volume for all those on Death Row. Every damn one of them would be dead in a week.
That was a HILARIOUS trip down the memory trail. I didn’t recognize the individual “artists” but with the beehive hairdos and unlikely ensembles (trombone, violin, harp, and pipe organ) was almost cringeworthy. Where are they now?
We started our six on illustrated story books, which they repeated page by page – babies love to do that. Eventually they would read the books to themselves outloud. All six remained avid readers, with a couple of them making a living at it. It wasn’that we were against records, we just couldn’t afford a record player until #3 or #4 came along, and by then it was too late.
“Karl Malden Reads the Speeches of Lyndon Johnson” is the most “WTF were they thinking” thing I’m likely to encounter today. Thanks…I think.
Seriously, now I wonder how many of those actually sold.
Looking at the bright side, you didn’t find any Liberace albums.
Oh can’t overlook that….
If that old sodomite Liberace were still around, he would be wishing his brother George were here, and he would be crying all the way to the bank.
That last one just about scared me off my perch. I was already real worried.
The sound of Art Linkletter unzipping his trousers….. shiver….
Holy Mother of God, Mr. V — where do you FIND this stuff?! Do you utilize some bizarro search engine that delivers you to (and through) some psychotropic wormhole?
The Mrs. Mills Come to My Party LP jacket brought instantly to mind the Hyacinth Bucket character from the Keeping Up Appearances Brit-com.