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....
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
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Beautiful but she's wearing a Commie hat. Do they call it The DiBlasio?
ReplyDeleteAh, there she is.
ReplyDeleteI 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....
I appreciate your talent, ricpic. You have a gift.
ReplyDeleteOn Raglan Road on an autumn day
ReplyDeleteI 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
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:
ReplyDeleteJust My Style
You think I like hangin' aroun' with Y*nkees?
ReplyDeleteI just show up to hear them tawk funny.
I just show up to hear them tawk funny.
ReplyDeleteAnd also to expose your poetic heart???
Word and tint yielded a lovely valentine here, bedecked in red!
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Great song.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteTo 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:
ReplyDelete"It could only happen in America."
So, remember, as you travel through life, if you come to a fork in the road, take it.
Celebrate Black History Month
ReplyDeleteThis story does crack me up.
I always get Van Morrison mixed up with Morrissey.
ReplyDeleteBefore 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?
ReplyDeleteI looked several times to be sure it wasn't just my thing for long flowing hair...nope, it is the smile.
No?
ReplyDeleteI 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.
You can say "No" to the beggar in the street
ReplyDeleteAnd 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