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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.
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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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HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
Yes.
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
https://youtu.be/MXW0bx_Ooq4
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
You did notice, of course, that was a left handed Shenanigan, far far less common than the right handed Shenanigan.
“. . . white and brown corn cobs . . . ”
Very funny BillH
Reminds me of home. Ha, Ha !!!
You can do that at home, too, Jaynie! Adds a touch of class to the tea table.
https://www.amazon.com/Perruche-Brown-Sugar-Cubes-10-5/dp/B006YVD9G6