WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Something Wonderful: The Dream
byVanderleunonJanuary 24, 2021
Should be heard more than it is. Out to my daughter while thinking of my late brother this morning.
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
You were sitting side by side talking like old friends
You looked just like I remember wearing that coat from 85
You were smiling like you are right now, all free and full of wild
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
He was telling you a story, I’m not sure which one it was
Using his hands to mark out something, maybe the size of his love
He never really spelled that out when he was down here on the ground
But it’s all right there in between the words and I can hear it clearly now
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
Yeah he was something, he was one of a kind
And you would have loved him if you were born in his time
But he’s somewhere in your eyes
Between heaven and earth, it’s a damn long view
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
I was struck by the vision, the kind of dream you dream to dream
And whatever you two talked about, that’s between you and him, not me
I hope he told you what’s important, what to let go and what to hold
And if he mentioned life is short, well, that’s because he knows
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
Yeah he was something, he was one of a kind
You would have loved him if you were born in his time
But he’s somewhere in your eyes
Between heaven and earth, it’s a damn long, damn long view
Damn long view…
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
You were sitting side by side talking like old friends
Man…thanks for this. Keep up with your offerings to people – you never know who you’re going to touch, nor how. A dear friend who passed & of whom I dreamt last night – this made remember him better.
God bless and keep you.
Deepest condolences on the passing of your Brother.
Jim
tired dogJanuary 24, 2021, 4:25 PM
Our old friends do pass, one by one,
Until at the end we are none.
Carpe Diem
JackJanuary 25, 2021, 7:55 AM
It’s my age, I tell ya!!! I’m working on my 3rd cup of coffee this morning and I could have sworn that title reported the singer as Lorena McKennitt. I’ll be better after lunch.
gwbnycJanuary 25, 2021, 9:17 AM
a childhood friend, musician, warm, eccentric, kind, talented, roguish, dealt with a modicum of mental disorder since we were 17. a friend called in april informing me of his suicide- he had stopped taking his meds because they were perscribed in such small amounts.
I wondered why as he was old enough to see the end of his life naturally he wouldn’t see it out peaceably.
he was the last my friends from single digits.
HumdeedeeJanuary 25, 2021, 12:12 PM
Jack – we must be close to or the same age – I read the singer’s name the same as you, and while listening was musing, hmmmm, I didn’t know she did country. Ha ha – you are not alone. Wasn’t ’til I read your post that I realized I’d mis-read it.
JackJanuary 26, 2021, 8:29 AM
Humdeedee, I thought the same thing….”I didn’t know she sang country…”. So very happy to discover she does not/did not. Lorena’s music is in a class all of its own and I can’t think of anyone, right off of the top of my head, who can come close.
The basic run-of-the-mill crooner is a thing I’ve come to loathe, especially the country variety, male or female. At 70 I’ve been exposed to some great stuff over the years but the stuff that comes out today is stale hash, rehashed and fed back to the consumer and it’s become so weak that N’ville is touting various black performers as Country and none of them sound like Darius Rucker or Charlie Pride.
There is one guy that I’ve heard recently that is interesting. He was homeless and performing on the streets of N’ville, named Doug Seegers. He’s a very humble guy who writes and performs his own music. Check out Angie’s Song.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
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
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Man…thanks for this. Keep up with your offerings to people – you never know who you’re going to touch, nor how. A dear friend who passed & of whom I dreamt last night – this made remember him better.
God bless and keep you.
Deepest condolences on the passing of your Brother.
Jim
Our old friends do pass, one by one,
Until at the end we are none.
Carpe Diem
It’s my age, I tell ya!!! I’m working on my 3rd cup of coffee this morning and I could have sworn that title reported the singer as Lorena McKennitt. I’ll be better after lunch.
a childhood friend, musician, warm, eccentric, kind, talented, roguish, dealt with a modicum of mental disorder since we were 17. a friend called in april informing me of his suicide- he had stopped taking his meds because they were perscribed in such small amounts.
I wondered why as he was old enough to see the end of his life naturally he wouldn’t see it out peaceably.
he was the last my friends from single digits.
Jack – we must be close to or the same age – I read the singer’s name the same as you, and while listening was musing, hmmmm, I didn’t know she did country. Ha ha – you are not alone. Wasn’t ’til I read your post that I realized I’d mis-read it.
Humdeedee, I thought the same thing….”I didn’t know she sang country…”. So very happy to discover she does not/did not. Lorena’s music is in a class all of its own and I can’t think of anyone, right off of the top of my head, who can come close.
The basic run-of-the-mill crooner is a thing I’ve come to loathe, especially the country variety, male or female. At 70 I’ve been exposed to some great stuff over the years but the stuff that comes out today is stale hash, rehashed and fed back to the consumer and it’s become so weak that N’ville is touting various black performers as Country and none of them sound like Darius Rucker or Charlie Pride.
There is one guy that I’ve heard recently that is interesting. He was homeless and performing on the streets of N’ville, named Doug Seegers. He’s a very humble guy who writes and performs his own music. Check out Angie’s Song.