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Posted on 09/07/2011 5:01:44 PM PDT by fatima
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Thanks
Renegade ((((Hugs))))
Rolling Stones - Paint it Black
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Egt1Hq4wpE
Just a few Fatima, gotta run. ((((HUGS))))
Blue Jean Blues - ZZ Top: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYjSiXutRWA
Black Night - Deep Purple: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZpHl1x6JNc&feature=related
Still Got the Blues - Gary Moore: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O_YMLDvvnw
Fun,Thanks HiTech RedNeck ((((Hugs))))
Here’s a good one:
A Whiter Shade of Pale
Hi Billthedrill (((((Hugs)))))
Dire Straits - Fade To Black
Fade to Black - Dire Straits
Thought I’d just give you a laugh, ...(((HUGS)))
(ducks onslaught of haters...)
Pink - Aerosmith **Official Video**
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEaU14wI_eM&feature=fvst
Big Red Boat by Grey Eye Glances which is nothing like the similarly named song by the Wiggles
(and if you include color names in the singers' names, everything else by Grey Eye Glances)
Devil With a Blue Dress
Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue
It’s Hard Being Green
itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka dot bikini
add images as required :)
I just can’t resist (though I should, the length alone is enough to do ya’ in)
Tombstone Blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they’re trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, “I’ve just been made”
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, “My advice is to not let the boys in”
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
“Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it’s not poison”
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Jill Tracy, The Fine Art of Poisoning
But so is Phantogram's:
Thanks
Rytas ((((Hugs))))
Artie Shaw & Helen Forrest - Deep Purple
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwtFcr7E0O8
Had the privilege of seeing them at the Hollywood Bowl with the LA Philharmonic in the early 70's.
Perhaps the best concert I ever saw.
Toss up between that and Van Morrison at the Shrine with Herbie Hancock opening. This was the "Too late to stop now" tour
In 1876, Henry Clay Work wrote the song “My Grandfather’s Clock.” The song describes a grandfather’s clock that faithfully ticks its way through its owner’s life. Childhood, adulthood, and old age are all viewed in relationship to his beloved timepiece. The refrain says:
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life’s seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
But it stopped, short,
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
The relentless ticking of the clock reminds us that our time on earth is limited. Despite the joys and pains of life, time always marches on. For the believer, our time on earth is an opportunity for gaining wisdom. The psalmist writes, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Ps. 90:12).
One way of numbering our days is to ask ourselves these kinds of questions: How can I become more like Christ? Am I reading the Word regularly? Am I devoting time to prayer? Am I meeting together with other believers? The way we answer these questions is an indicator of the progress we’re making in gaining wisdom and becoming more like Christ.
No matter the phase of life—childhood, youth, middle age, or our senior years—life always affords us opportunities to grow in faith and wisdom. Numbering our days is the wise response to life’s inevitable progress.
How are you progressing on your journey?
Read: Psalm 90:1-12
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