Sing It- Janis Joplin

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“Mercedes Benz”- Janis Joplin

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ? 

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ? 

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town ?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town ? 

Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ? 

That’s it!

She has no problem adding the hearty, open-throated laugh…Let’s go sing karaoke, honey. 

#For Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.

Breaking in

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Protected, gated, both barred and bared, sheltered and shut down was my heart.

In the years we explored together I learned a new language, the one spoken in lore and valleys that sweep down from mountains and in old books with spines worn and shared with the best of friends.

I’ve taken the liberty of listening to your heart, the beat, the rhythms, the pounding  of the ocean of laughter coursing through your veins. I’ve toasted the sunsets after the colors are faded from the horizon and missed the dawn while I’ve recovered, resting my head in the cradle of your chest.

I know what I have to do; and have always done. I steer toward the moral center and pray my risk is rewarded with affirmations of choosing reckless peace instead of practical progress.

And I realize I have not been moved to prayer in such a long, long time.

I’m either reborn in this mature crossroads or I am an infant in the story of my decline.

I can handle this. I can handle me. I can.

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“Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Set your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more. ” Kansas, 1976. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0

 

Give

 

Please, honey, I want to hear your voice. I love you. I want your words.”

She gave him this.  And when he took the microphone, his words found her.     

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#for Reticent Mental Property. Video from YouTube. With a nod to Paul Simon. February 19, 2016.

 

 

Quote day- Catton

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJO_n-gg34w

Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.

Eleanor Catton Happy birthday, Eleanor Catton! Her 2013 novel, The Luminaries, is the longest book ever to win the Man Booker Award, but that’s not the only record she holds. Catton is also the youngest author ever to take home the prize.

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Make things happen. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Images and link to video courtesy of the web.

Quote Day: Sundays

The French have long had conflicted feelings about Sundays. In the early 1950s, the singer Juliette Greco – one of the muses for French existentialists – made her reputation with “I Hate Sundays.” While she derides Sunday as dead time, made for funerals and the hollow rites of the bourgeoisie, Greco also praises Sunday as the day for making love, not things.

That’s very secular. Forget God. Sex is good, and pleasurable, as she knew. Her 1957 affair with Miles Davis, when he was in Paris, being cool, is legendary, and that had not a thing to do with religion. They probably had some fine Sundays, but that’s a French thing:

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Sundays are for love-making. Plan accordingly. 

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# for Reticent Mental Property, with credit to an inspirational blog Just Above Sunset at https://justabovesunset.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/europe-being-europe/

Takes the Floor

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You only go around once, folks.

Unless-

You learn to dance.

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Falling. Falling Hard. -Ret 

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#for Reticent Mental Property. Image from Scent of a Woman, with due credit to Leonard Cohen…mmhmm…check out the following song A Thousand Kisses Deep.