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The Singer…a poem

Free stock photo of artist, band, bass, black-and-white

he stood on the stage
in the smokey room
the words playing tag
in his mind
the audience was still
waiting
eyes closed
he started to sing
and the whole world
fell into place
and was alight
with
passion

 

Markus Spiske
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This is from Candy and it’s fantastic…watch the whole thing.

A life well lived, well loved and celebrated…

S

Another one from Melanie…These are important political songs. Thanks Melanie.

From my friend, Perry: Sing along

My granddaughter just sent this to me… WATCH IT…it’s fabulous

Thanks to Melanie, here’s the song that goes at the end of Chapter on How they Met

..enjoy

Gotta love it…sing it…you know you want to…

Away in a Manager…

It always seems weird to me that Away in a Manager starts out with “…no crib for a bed.”  Did they even have cribs in those days?  Maybe they meant CRIB, like someone’s pad.  Or maybe they had real cribs, back then, but didn’t know that the bars were too far apart to be safe

Anyway, a manger is a through that horses, or other animals, eat out of and cats often sleep in.  The cats look really cute and the horses are nice to them, or maybe they just don’t want their noses torn off, I’m not sure.  A through is usually off the ground, because the animals who eat out of them, are tall.  So, unless Mary was sitting in the trough, she was on the ground, trying to put herself back together, while her baby was sleeping in a  trough. Say the word trough ten times and it won’t sound any better.

Notice there are never any songs about what MARY went through?  It’s all about the men.  No epidurals for Mary.  Nope.  No doctors, nurses, no one.  I seriously doubt that Joseph was any help.  She gets off the poor donkey and has the baby by herself and do you think ANYONE said, “Hey, nice job Mary, you just had our new god all by yourself.  Thanks a lot, is there anything I can get for you? Like THICK PADS to stop the bleeding, or a change of clothing? How about some juice?”

A lot of kids in America’s slept in drawers.  Their parents were poor, so they just dropped the baby in the bottom dresser drawer and that was that.  Safe and sound, but no one wrote a song about those kids, since they weren’t gods or anything.  I guess gods, or son’s of gods are expected to have better accommodations.

I think cattle do the lowing thing all the time.  Cattle don’t really care about babies, gods or not.  I bet somewhere, right now, cattle are lowing and no one is listening and there’s not a baby in sight.  And a lot of kids don’t cry, but see, if people think you’re special, then anything you do is a miracle, or outstanding, or something no one else does, even if EVERYONE else does it.

I don’t believe for a second the stars looked through the roof of the stable to get a glance at the newborn.  Stars, otherwise known as suns, are busy exploding and shooting energy into space, you know, solar flares.  They couldn’t possibly care about what any of us are doing.  Our sun is going to eat the earth, eventually.   That’s how little they care about us, or what happens to us.

Animals never bow down to us, they bloody RUN AWAY.  At least those who know anything about us do.  The manger scene, with lambs, camels, a donkey…works only if they lived there and thought food was part of the deal.  Why would a camel spend two seconds thinking about a human baby?  It wouldn’t. Animals are far smarter than we are, they don’t worship anyone, they just live.  Ever see an alter with 24k gold statues, in the desert, with a bunch of camels, bowing down to it, while dressed in costumes?  Didn’t think so.

Does ANYONE pay attention to the words of these songs?

OH, SNOWY NIGHT…sing to oh holey night…snicker, snicker, holey, get it?

Microphone, Boy, Studio, Screaming

oh snowy night
the stars are out there twinkling
but can’t be seen
‘cuz the clouds
are too thick

my brother’s sick
the dog just ate
our dinner
the tree fell over
my dad’s on the floor

my mom’s in tears
her laughter is contagious
I look around
and ask
is this outrageous

my
sister’s
pleased
another happy moment
the tree will get done
but we’ll have
to order out

oh night
of snow
oh niiiiiiiight
oh night
of snooooooow

 

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