Friday, February 7, 2014

Lovely .....Don't you ever change


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ndspinelli said...

Beautiful but she's wearing a Commie hat. Do they call it The DiBlasio?

February 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM
ricpic said...

Ah, there she is.

I know. That's a meaningless comment. But sometimes you just wanna make meaningless comments. Which leads me into, what's the safest thing to say when someone thrusts their baby in your face? "That's a baby." Safe because it's undeniably true and it's neutral and you haven't said anything that can even remotely be interpreted as critical of the little darling. Your welcome. Which is what I should've said when Sixty said "Thank you." But being me....

February 7, 2014 at 7:00 PM
The Dude said...

I appreciate your talent, ricpic. You have a gift.

February 7, 2014 at 7:21 PM
The Dude said...

On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue

I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said, Let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day

I said, on Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged

The 'Queen of Hearts' still baking tarts
And I, and I, and I, and I not making hay
Well, I loved too much by such and such
Is happiness thrown away, alright

I gave her the gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have
Known true Gods of sound and time

With word and tint I never did not stint
I gave her reams of, reams of poems to say
With her own name there and her shiny black hair
Like the clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see, I see her walking now
Away from me, away from me so hurriedly
My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must allow

For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day, alright

February 7, 2014 at 7:50 PM
chickelit said...

I, for one, will never really feel at home at Trooper York, simply because it lives and breathes New York. I will however, never cease to apply myself as an outsider:

Just My Style

February 7, 2014 at 8:51 PM
The Dude said...

You think I like hangin' aroun' with Y*nkees?

I just show up to hear them tawk funny.

February 7, 2014 at 9:04 PM
MamaM said...

I just show up to hear them tawk funny.

And also to expose your poetic heart???

Word and tint yielded a lovely valentine here, bedecked in red!

February 8, 2014 at 1:37 AM
The Dude said...

MamaM - I can only appreciate words jammed together like that - those are the lyrics to the song I posted a few threads back, as sung by V. Morrison.

I always found that to be a very moving song - the words are so well crafted that it made me think that ricpic wrote it, or that he is Irish and just holdin' out on us.

I like the entire song - I guess because if you replace "shiny" with "curly" and "black" with "red" I have been there. Not Raglan road, actually, but snared.

Fields of May is nice too, although some sing that as fields of hay. Not as nice, in my opinion.

Anyway, that is a song that has been a favorite of mine for many years.

On a musical note (arg!), The Chieftains accompany Van (or vice versa) and uilleann pipes are far superior to Scottish bagpipes. May my Scots ancestors forgive me for such heresy, but in terms of intonation and subtle voicing, that fact is undeniable.

February 8, 2014 at 8:26 AM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Great song.

February 8, 2014 at 11:42 AM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

I should say great songs, both the Sinatra cover of the Jerome Kern-Dorothy Fields standard and the Dubliners-Van Morrison cover of the traditional Raglan Road.

February 8, 2014 at 11:45 AM
The Dude said...

To sum up several random thoughts in recent threads, this is what Yogi said, this is what Yogi Berra said when he was told that the newly elected mayor of Dublin Ireland was Jewish:

"It could only happen in America."

So, remember, as you travel through life, if you come to a fork in the road, take it.

February 8, 2014 at 6:01 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Celebrate Black History Month

This story does crack me up.

February 8, 2014 at 7:37 PM
blake said...

I always get Van Morrison mixed up with Morrissey.

February 9, 2014 at 6:58 PM
Aridog said...

Before this thread grows too old I have to say something. I have looked at that picture several times, enlarged it, and appreciated it. One question: Trooper...how do you ever say "No" to that beautiful smiling face?

I looked several times to be sure it wasn't just my thing for long flowing hair...nope, it is the smile.

February 10, 2014 at 5:12 PM
Trooper York said...

No?

I never say no. I only say whatever you want dear. You think I get a choice? Seriously?

That's the way it is. Think Ralph and Alice and you got it.

February 10, 2014 at 7:06 PM
blake said...

You can say "No" to the beggar in the street
And to the zealot with the blissed-out smile
"No" to the dog and the parakeet
"No" to the crying child

You can say "No" to the waiter
Who's pushing the 12-day old coleslaw
You can say "No" to your uncle and your brother
And your father and your father-in-law

You can answer "No" in a Gallup poll
And vote "No" in the voting booth
You can refuse to accept the facts
You can refute the truth

"No" on the loan of your lawnmower
To the neighbor who lives nextdoor
You can say "No" to the bartender
When he starts to pour one more

But you can't say "No"
No!
To that woman
You can't say "No"
No!
To that woman


You can say "No" to the bully or the boss
Fat-bellied with a big cigar
You can say "No" to the Sergeant-At-Arms
And the sheriff with the shining star

You can say "No" to sure success
"No" to fame and wealth
You can say "No" to the Devil in the desert
And you can say "No" to yourself

You can turn down an interview
And turn down an autograph hound
You can decline the lines
The dope-dealer is passing around

You can say "No" to the old homo
Who's trying to squeeze your thigh
You can say "Nay" to the CIA
And "Nix" to the FBI

But you can't say "No"
No!
To that woman
You can't say "No"
No!
To that woman

You can give up cigarettes
Sugar and meat for Lent
You can renege on your landlord
When the time comes to pay the rent

You can say "No" to almost anything
You're asked to do
You can say "No"
You can say "No way"
Or you can say "No, thank you!"

You can reject a final request
Deny a desperate plea
You can "No" when they ask you
To agree to surgery

Almost every single time
Negativity will pull you through
But you're in a mess
When she wants a "Yes"
'cause she'll get it right out of you

But you can't say "No"
No!
To that woman
You can't say "No"
No!
To that woman

February 10, 2014 at 10:29 PM

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