“Lost It” released by Boz Scaggs

Another day another mountain
Who’s to say they never move
Cause we moved one after another
Till there was nothing left to prove

Then we turned around and tossed it
After all that we’d been through
When I look at what it cost us
I guess it’s time I faced the truth

Maybe I lost it
When I lost you
Maybe I lost it
When I lost you

The night we climbed above the ruins
The gypsies sang those ancient Spanish blues
I saw a man awake but still dreaming
I saw myself in love with you

I walk around I think about it
And all the things that we went through

To tell you the truth

Maybe I lost it
When I lost you
Maybe I lost it.. yeah lost it
When I lost you

I walk around I think about it
And all the things that we went through
The more I think about it
It wasn’t you.. that I lost
No no

Was it the dream or just the notion
Well I lost it.. when I lost you

I had it.. maybe I lost it
Yeah lost it.. when I lost you
I had it in the palm of my hand
And baby I lost it
I lost it.. when I lost you

I had it.. had it.. had it
Whoah I had it yeah
And I lost you

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
I lost it
When I lost you

Excerpt from “2,000 Down Home Skills & Secret Formulas for Practically Everything” ~~Weather~~

DEPARTMENT VI

WEATHER INDICATIONS

Changes in Weather, How to Foretell

Rain invariably follows –
when cattle sniff the air and herd together in a corner of the field with their heads to leeward, or take shelter in the sheds;
when sheep leave the pasture unwillingly;
when dogs lie about the fireside more than usual and appear drowsy;
when cats turn their backs to the fire and wash their faces;
when pigs cover themselves more than usual in litter;
when cocks crow at unusual hours and flap their wings much;
when hens chant;
when ducks and geese are unusually noisy;
when pigeons wash themselves;
when peacocks squall loudly from trees;
when the guinea fowl makes a continuous grating clamour;
when sparrows chirp loudly and with much fuss congregate on the ground or elsewhere;
when swallows fly low and skim their wings on account of the flies upon which they feed having descended toward the ground;
when the carrion crow croaks solitarily;
when wild water fowl dip and wash unusually;
when moles throw up hills more industriously;
when toads creep out in numbers;
when frogs croak;
when bats squeak and enter houses;
when singing birds take shelter;
when the robin approaches nearest the house;
when tame swans fly against the wind;
when bees leave their hives with caution and fly short distances;
when ants carry their eggs busily;
when flies bite severely and become troublesome in numbers; and
when earth worms appear on the surface.

“The Nips Are Getting Bigger” released by Mental As Anything

Started out, just drinkin’ beer
I didn’t know how or why
Or what I was doin’ there
Just a couple more
Made me feel a little better
Believe me when I tell you
It was nothin’ to do with the letter

I ran right out of beer
I took a look into the larder
No bones, nothin’
I’d better go and get somethin’ harder
Back in a flash
I started on a dash of Jamaica rum
Me and Pat Malone
Drinking on our ow-ow-ow-own

Woh-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin’ bigger
Woh-yeah, the nips are gettin’ bigger
Wo-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin’ bigger
Yeah-eah-eah, mmm they’re gettin’ bigger

Sometimes I wonder
What all these chemicals
Are doin’ to my brain
Doesn’t worry me enough
To stop me from doin’ it agai-ai-ain
Wipin’ out brain cells
By the millions but I don’t care
It doesn’t worry me
Even though
I ain’t got a lot to spare-are-are

“Mamma Mia” released by ABBA

I’ve been cheated by you since I don’t know when
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don’t know how but I suddenly lose control
There’s a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything, w-o-o-o-oh

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I’ve missed you
Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go.

I’ve been angry and sad about things that you do
I can’t count all the times that I’ve told you we’re through
And when you go, when you slam the door
I think you know that you won’t be away too long
You know that I’m not that strong.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything, w-o-o-o-oh

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I’ve missed you
Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, even if I say
Bye bye, leave me now or never
mamma mia, it’s a game we play
Bye bye doesn’t mean forever

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I’ve missed you
Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I could never let you go

 

Coffee

Excerpt from “The Sellout” by Paul Beatty ~~Cartoons~~

The racist cartoons were starting.
I like Betty Boop. She has a nice body, is free-spirited, loves jazz, and apparently opium, too, because in a hallucinogenic short titled, “Ups and Downs,” the moon is auctioning off a Depression-era Earth to the other planets. Saturn, an old, bespectacled Jewish orb complete with bad teeth and a heavy Yiddish accent, wins and rubs his hands greedily. “I gottum. I gottum da whole vorld. Mein Gott,” he gloats, before removing gravity from the earth’s core. It’s 1932 and Max Fleischer’s metaphorical Jew is making an already chaotic global situation even worse. Not that Betty cares, because in a world where cats and cows fly, and the rain falls up, priority number one is to keep your skirt line from ascending to the heavens and exposing your form-fitting panties. And who’s to say that Ms Boop isn’t a member of the tribe? For the next sixty minutes a few drunken, droopy-feathered Native Americans fail to catch the Warner Bros rabbit, much less assimilate. A Mexican mouse tries to outwit the gringo pussycat, so he can sneak across the border and steal the queso. A seemingly endless lineup of African-American cats, crows, bullfrogs, maids, crap shooters, cotton pickers, and cannibals act a gravelly-voiced Looney Tunes fool to the strains of “Swanee River” and Duke Ellington’s “Jungle Nights in Harlem.” Sometimes a shotgun blast or dynamite explosion turns a nominally white character like Porky Pig into a gunpowder-colored minstrel. Bestowing upon him honorary-nigger status, which allows him to sing merry melodies like “Camptown Races” over the closing credits with impunity. The program ends with Popeye and Bugs Bunny taking turns single-handedly winning World War II by flummoxing bucktoothed, four-eyed, gibberish-speaking Japanese soldiers with giant mallets and geisha subterfuge. Finally, after Superman, supported by gongs and a cheering audience, pulverizes the Imperial Navy into complete submission, the lights come back on. After two hours of sitting in the dark laughing at unmitigated racism, in the brightness the guilt sets in. Everyone can see your face, and you feel like your mother caught you masturbating.

“Ode to my Family” released by The Cranberries

Understand the things I say
Don’t turn away from me
Cause I’ve spent half my life out there
You wouldn’t disagree

Do you see me, do you see?
Do you like me
Do you like me standing there?
Do you notice, do you know
Do you see me, do you see me?
Does anyone care?

Unhappiness where’s when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother
She’d hold me
She’d hold me when I was out there
My father, my father
He liked me, well he liked me
Does anyone care?

Understand what I’ve become
It wasn’t my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am

But I miss you, I miss
Cause I liked it
Cause I liked it
When I was out there
Do you know this, do you know
You did not find me
You did not find
Does anyone care?

Unhappiness where’s when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother
She’d hold me
She’d hold me when I was out there
My father, my father
He liked me, well he liked me
Does anyone care?

Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?

Driving home

“Winter in America” released by Doug Ashdown

The harbour’s misty in the morning love, oh, how I miss December
The frangipani opens up to kiss the salty air
I know you’re gettin’ ready for the office
I suppose he’s still there with you, sharing our morning sun
Winter in America is cold and I just keep growing older
I wish I could have known enough of love to leave love enough alone

I’ve learned something of love I wish I’d known before you left me
But it’s funny how you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone
And I hope you’re getting all the love you ever wanted
But I wish I was there with you, sharing our morning sun

I wake into the sadness of the rain and making love to strangers
And wishing I had known enough of love to leave love enough alone
Winter in America is cold and I just keep growing older
I wish I could have known enough of love to leave love enough alone
Winter in America is cold and I just keep growing older
I wish I could have known enough of love to leave love enough alone

On the Beach