If you wanna hang out
You've gotta take her out
Cocaine
If you wanna get down
Get down on the ground
Cocaine
She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE
If you got that lose
You wanna kick them blues
Cocaine
When your day is done
And you wanna ride on
Cocaine
She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE
If your day is gone
And you wanna ride on
Cocaine
Don't forget this fact
You can't get it back
Cocaine
She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE
She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Louisiana Belle Strut
The strut a Southern high breed
Louisiana belle no swamp rat ere
black blazer, optic white starch shirt
tucked in jockey pants
buckle boots
she had once been beaten
jaw broken
spirit never
left a forever love
magnolia refusing to wilt
noticeable sugar cane lips
spread smear red lipstick
known to frolic baby gators
shop the Piggly Wiggly
love Balducci's
don't eat crocodile
sticking to Etouffee, Dirty Jambalaya
Muffuletta ... whatda futta
cool drinking at the Gutt brew
sipping on the porch
pitcher's of Pomegranate tea
soaking up the sun
she tip's back
seating herself upon porch railing
one leg over
another down swinging
womanly munching sister's Praline
spinning tall tale
Seven Sisters limbs
hanging doll heads
seen never again
tricks on city kin
a whole lot of Mississippi mouth
open for Louisiana change
adoring the lexicon
her "Dawlin"
binhavin, sure nuff,
twisting into music
dem, dat, da dere....
pushing a travel ... there
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
Louisiana belle no swamp rat ere
black blazer, optic white starch shirt
tucked in jockey pants
buckle boots
she had once been beaten
jaw broken
spirit never
left a forever love
magnolia refusing to wilt
noticeable sugar cane lips
spread smear red lipstick
known to frolic baby gators
shop the Piggly Wiggly
love Balducci's
don't eat crocodile
sticking to Etouffee, Dirty Jambalaya
Muffuletta ... whatda futta
cool drinking at the Gutt brew
sipping on the porch
pitcher's of Pomegranate tea
soaking up the sun
she tip's back
seating herself upon porch railing
one leg over
another down swinging
womanly munching sister's Praline
spinning tall tale
Seven Sisters limbs
hanging doll heads
seen never again
tricks on city kin
a whole lot of Mississippi mouth
open for Louisiana change
adoring the lexicon
her "Dawlin"
binhavin, sure nuff,
twisting into music
dem, dat, da dere....
pushing a travel ... there
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
Monday, October 25, 2010
In Memory of Autumn Pascal Pryce
LYRIC TO "AUTUMN IN NEW YORK"
[ella]
Autumn in new york
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in new york
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel - I'm home
It's autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
[louis]
Autumn in new york
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Oh, autumn in new york
It lifts you up when you run down
Yes, jaded rou‚s and gay divorc‚es
Who lunch at the ritz
Will tell you that it's divine
This autumn in new york
Transforms the slums into mayfair
Oh, autumn in new york
You'll need no castles in spain
Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in central park
Greet autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
[trumpet solo]
[ella]
Autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
[ella]
Autumn in new york
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in new york
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel - I'm home
It's autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
[louis]
Autumn in new york
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Oh, autumn in new york
It lifts you up when you run down
Yes, jaded rou‚s and gay divorc‚es
Who lunch at the ritz
Will tell you that it's divine
This autumn in new york
Transforms the slums into mayfair
Oh, autumn in new york
You'll need no castles in spain
Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in central park
Greet autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
[trumpet solo]
[ella]
Autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Lepadah's UPCOMING BOOK PUSSY TOES RELEASED SOON!!!
Long awaited book by Lepadah entitled "Pussy Toes" is in the final stage of being released soon!!!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Vacant Lot
Open Invitation
Benjamin offered
Indeed Madison
could easily seal the deal
pussy is real cheap lately
men supported by City payroll
cops, clerks, Judges
and Elliot Spitzer
access to limited, unlimited
fixed income
doled out funds
mortgage payment
a taste of paradise
fetish satisfied
the repeat
yes, yes, yes, yeah!
every man
the right man
always daddy, baby
papa, papi chulo
her vacant hole
douched, shaved
No 5 Chanel sprayed
legs spread apart
eyes open to statued Saint''s
those arm's
invest authority around
old, young, limpid physiques
nasty weighty men
sloppy untidy
smelly creepy, violent men
sadistic wicked, worrisome men
elegant handsome men
deprived by ghost
sequel to "Pretty Woman"
a tiny room
East Village
colored kerchiefs
drape dingy spots
light bulb cover
drop scent infuse Bulgarian rose oil
au courant record
surrogate passion
"our song baby"
it pay to play
left their mushy mess
semen, sweat
inside her vacantness
allege happiness
waste land, eyes and heart
stack bills inside blue bandanas
some candy numb nose to dislocate
no face
dub none on penises
jerked off wriggle out
copy on cut glass
purple stain neon light
aching thru a bald window
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
Comment
dondagriot
Male, 49, Detroit, MI
Posted 10 hours ago
some ladies think this is how they are defined. vacant esteem. great poem
The Vacant Lot
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From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 11:33 AM
Posts: 9244
To: lepadahxxx
Unread
Posted: Oct 22 10 10:16 AM
Message:
55714.6 (6 of 6)
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feels like a movie. wonderful.
Guy
From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
Last Visit: Oct-23
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 22 10 04:31 PM
Lep,
Your poems deliver a dose of stark reality always; this is no exception. I appreciate how well you manage this. It always comes across with such a sure touch. a most excellent read
dreambluestar
From: smifffy (smifffy)
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 21 10 02:34 AM
Message:
55714.4 (4 of 9)
Well writ, enjoyed
smith
Benjamin offered
Indeed Madison
could easily seal the deal
pussy is real cheap lately
men supported by City payroll
cops, clerks, Judges
and Elliot Spitzer
access to limited, unlimited
fixed income
doled out funds
mortgage payment
a taste of paradise
fetish satisfied
the repeat
yes, yes, yes, yeah!
every man
the right man
always daddy, baby
papa, papi chulo
her vacant hole
douched, shaved
No 5 Chanel sprayed
legs spread apart
eyes open to statued Saint''s
those arm's
invest authority around
old, young, limpid physiques
nasty weighty men
sloppy untidy
smelly creepy, violent men
sadistic wicked, worrisome men
elegant handsome men
deprived by ghost
sequel to "Pretty Woman"
a tiny room
East Village
colored kerchiefs
drape dingy spots
light bulb cover
drop scent infuse Bulgarian rose oil
au courant record
surrogate passion
"our song baby"
it pay to play
left their mushy mess
semen, sweat
inside her vacantness
allege happiness
waste land, eyes and heart
stack bills inside blue bandanas
some candy numb nose to dislocate
no face
dub none on penises
jerked off wriggle out
copy on cut glass
purple stain neon light
aching thru a bald window
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
Comment
dondagriot
Male, 49, Detroit, MI
Posted 10 hours ago
some ladies think this is how they are defined. vacant esteem. great poem
The Vacant Lot
Subscribe
From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 11:33 AM
Posts: 9244
To: lepadahxxx
Unread
Posted: Oct 22 10 10:16 AM
Message:
55714.6 (6 of 6)
Reply to 55714.1
feels like a movie. wonderful.
Guy
From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
Last Visit: Oct-23
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 22 10 04:31 PM
Lep,
Your poems deliver a dose of stark reality always; this is no exception. I appreciate how well you manage this. It always comes across with such a sure touch. a most excellent read
dreambluestar
From: smifffy (smifffy)
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 21 10 02:34 AM
Message:
55714.4 (4 of 9)
Well writ, enjoyed
smith
Beaujolais Nouveau is coming to Court Square Wine & Spirits
2420 Jackson Ave. LICity, NY 11101
(718)707-9911 *Free Delivery Available*
My fav place to purchase wine and spirits near my job. Court Square Wine & Spirits located @ 2420 Jackson Avenue, Long Island City , NY 11101
A case of Barefoot a great buy for the Holiday or anytime. Beaujolais Nouveau is coming to Court Square.
Beaujolais Nouveau Is Coming!
Beaujolais Day 2010: Thursday, November 18
This is the wine you've been waiting for! Released just once a year, during the third week of November, Beaujolais Noveau is a classic celebration of Autumn and the fruits of harvest. Delicious, supple, and light as a falling leaf, this fresh and fruity vintage is the embodiment France's joie de vivre (joy of living). This vintage always sells out quickly - pre-order these limited edition wines from Court Square today!
DOMAINE DE LA MADONE
$10.99/bottle
Domaine de la Madone was the highest rated Beaujolais Nouveau in 2009. (e.g. Robert Parker gave Madone FIVE stars.) This certified organic winery is run by the Bererd family, whose Beaujolais ancestry dates back to the 16th century. Unlike other Beaujolais producers, Madone uses only low-yielding old vines to produce Noveau wines of unparalleled complexity - the high quality grapes add depth and character to this fun-loving, fruitful vintage. Brothers Olivier, Bruno and Frederic have created a delightful, vivacious wine, excellent on its own or as an compliment to your Thanksgiving feast.
(718)707-9911 *Free Delivery Available*
My fav place to purchase wine and spirits near my job. Court Square Wine & Spirits located @ 2420 Jackson Avenue, Long Island City , NY 11101
A case of Barefoot a great buy for the Holiday or anytime. Beaujolais Nouveau is coming to Court Square.
Beaujolais Nouveau Is Coming!
Beaujolais Day 2010: Thursday, November 18
This is the wine you've been waiting for! Released just once a year, during the third week of November, Beaujolais Noveau is a classic celebration of Autumn and the fruits of harvest. Delicious, supple, and light as a falling leaf, this fresh and fruity vintage is the embodiment France's joie de vivre (joy of living). This vintage always sells out quickly - pre-order these limited edition wines from Court Square today!
DOMAINE DE LA MADONE
$10.99/bottle
Domaine de la Madone was the highest rated Beaujolais Nouveau in 2009. (e.g. Robert Parker gave Madone FIVE stars.) This certified organic winery is run by the Bererd family, whose Beaujolais ancestry dates back to the 16th century. Unlike other Beaujolais producers, Madone uses only low-yielding old vines to produce Noveau wines of unparalleled complexity - the high quality grapes add depth and character to this fun-loving, fruitful vintage. Brothers Olivier, Bruno and Frederic have created a delightful, vivacious wine, excellent on its own or as an compliment to your Thanksgiving feast.
Terrific Tuesday theme song by Cream
The Guitar playing, deep beat and lyrics to Cream's "Sunshine Of Your Love" is so supreme my theme song for terrific Tuesday in New York City thumbs up for 104.3 FM Hot Girl Maria Milito.
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
[Live Cream Vol 2:]
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
Give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darlin' soon,
Be with you when the stars start fallin'.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darlin' now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
By Cream
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
[Live Cream Vol 2:]
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
Give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darlin' soon,
Be with you when the stars start fallin'.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darlin' now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
By Cream
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sugar ... Foot Along
straining arms stretching
that promise to hold
the candy man forever
childhood dreams of Sammy D tapping
cause you thought everything would be better
so keep running
sugar foot
never turn around
the lost is seldom found
tear staining cheeks
a cat severe stare
thru a screen window
"shoo"
promise to leave
wiping angry drops
with papa J's silk handkerchief
picking up masonic pin's
fell from a thrown jewelry box
created design
right in the middle
a dark spot
from spilled alcohol
swooping them into hand
as though diamonds
everything once pleasant
gone
so she should leave
finally set the sugar foot free
nicking name before exodus
from the womb
holding onto few pieces
a silver heart
silver beads
antique silver flowered necklaces
presented gifts at marriage
bag full of rare books upon back
an autograph note from James Baldwin
still in cellophane
bottle of collected pebbles
different colors
entertaining the possibility
some day her love might come...
she was not looking
the years were dear
kind wrinkles slight
only at the corner of both eyes
wearing tattered jeans
well worn suede boots
tattoo right shoulder
branded after fifty
nice vagabond piece of tail
some said
a loner
a goner
she be of native spirits
Our Lucy
Narraganset whole and natural
shared sorcery between blood
enjoying cactus
she born a pilgrim
all she'll ever be
so let sugar alone
one day she'll find home...
but not today
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
From: (farkas)
Last Visit: Oct-12
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 12 10 08:20 PM
Message:
This is indeed a terrific poem of yearning -
of not the simple but the well-deserved, the
just tantalizingly out of reach.
A yearning that may remain unanswered
throughout a lifetime...
farkas
that promise to hold
the candy man forever
childhood dreams of Sammy D tapping
cause you thought everything would be better
so keep running
sugar foot
never turn around
the lost is seldom found
tear staining cheeks
a cat severe stare
thru a screen window
"shoo"
promise to leave
wiping angry drops
with papa J's silk handkerchief
picking up masonic pin's
fell from a thrown jewelry box
created design
right in the middle
a dark spot
from spilled alcohol
swooping them into hand
as though diamonds
everything once pleasant
gone
so she should leave
finally set the sugar foot free
nicking name before exodus
from the womb
holding onto few pieces
a silver heart
silver beads
antique silver flowered necklaces
presented gifts at marriage
bag full of rare books upon back
an autograph note from James Baldwin
still in cellophane
bottle of collected pebbles
different colors
entertaining the possibility
some day her love might come...
she was not looking
the years were dear
kind wrinkles slight
only at the corner of both eyes
wearing tattered jeans
well worn suede boots
tattoo right shoulder
branded after fifty
nice vagabond piece of tail
some said
a loner
a goner
she be of native spirits
Our Lucy
Narraganset whole and natural
shared sorcery between blood
enjoying cactus
she born a pilgrim
all she'll ever be
so let sugar alone
one day she'll find home...
but not today
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
From: (farkas)
Last Visit: Oct-12
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 12 10 08:20 PM
Message:
This is indeed a terrific poem of yearning -
of not the simple but the well-deserved, the
just tantalizingly out of reach.
A yearning that may remain unanswered
throughout a lifetime...
farkas
THREE BAD ASS SONGS RECOMMENDED BY MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER.
Carrie Underwood Temporary Home lyrics
The Temporary Home lyrics by Carrie Underwood
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world
"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face"
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home
GRETCHEN WILSON LYRICS
Redneck Woman
Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
'cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
Well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Hell yeah
I said hell yeah!
I Hope You Dance lyrics
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
The Temporary Home lyrics by Carrie Underwood
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world
"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face"
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home
GRETCHEN WILSON LYRICS
Redneck Woman
Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
'cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
Well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Hell yeah
I said hell yeah!
I Hope You Dance lyrics
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I love WKCR FM 89.9 Phil Schaap Jazz Musicologist Archivist
The Jazz Ministry of Saint Peter's Church - the Jazz Church - announces that All Nite Soul Honoree and NEA Jazz Master Frank Wess will be interviewed on Wednesday, October 6, 2010 at Noon on WBGO 88.3 FM (www.wbgo.org) by Rhonda Hamilton and on Thursday, October 7, 2010 at 7 PM on WKCR 89.9 FM (www.wkcr.org) by Sharif Abdus-Salaam.
Frank Wess is revered as a smoothly swinging tenor saxophone player in the Lester Young tradition, as an expert alto saxophonist, and as one of the most influential, instantly recognizable flutists in jazz history. He was a member of several Orchestras in the late ‘40s including Billy Eckstine, Eddie Heywood, Lucky Millender and Bullmoose Jackson. He was a long time member of the Count Basie band as well as band leader of his own bands, composer, arranger, teacher, saxophonist and flutist. He has performed with numerous Broadway shows and many TV shows. In 2007, Frank Wess received America's Highest Honor in Jazz, the prestigious National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) Jazz Masters Award.
All Nite Soul begins on Sunday, October 10, 2010 with Jazz Vespers at 5 PM with the Joel Frahm Trio. The concert starts at 7 PM and continues to the wee hours of the morning with over 80 musicians celebrating All Nite Soul and honoring Frank Wess. An "exhibit wall" in the Living Room of Saint Peter's Church will tell the story of Frank Wess with memorabilia including photographs organized by James "Tad" Hershorn and Ed Berger of The Institute of Jazz Studies at Rutgers University (Newark). "Jazz Expressions," a photo exhibition of jazz musicians by R. I. Sutherland-Cohen, will also be on display in the Living Room. In addition to the legendary musicians who will perform, The Hungry Souls Café will have "southern home-cooking" food that will delight!
Musicians who will perform include: Frank Wess; The Vanguard Jazz Orchestra - John Mosca, Dick Oatts, Douglas Purviance, Jim McNeely, Nick Marchione, Tanya Darby, Terell Stafford, Scott Wendholt, Luis Bonilla, Jason Jackson, Billy Drewes, Rich Perry, Ralph Lalama, Frank Basile, John Riley and David Wong; Randy Weston; Michael Weiss; StEve Wilson; Peter Washington; Peter Van Nostrand; Javon Jackson; Jeremy Manasia; Ameen Saleem; McClenty Hunter; Fred Staton; Buddy Henry; Ruth Brisbane; Zek Mullins; Art Baron; Michael Max Fleming; Bill Wurtzel; Joe Morant; Mulgrew Miller; Joe Wilder; Steve Turre; Jerry Dodgion; Lou Donaldson; Winard Harper; Roy Assaf; Chris Haney; Bruce Harris; Jovan Alexandre; Dominick Farinacci; Alex Hoffman; Arturo O'Farrill; Nadje Noordhuis; Fabian Almazan; Deanna Witkowski; Filó Machado; Harvey Wainapel; Gabriel Alegria; Freddie "Huevito" Lobaton; Lauren Wood; Aaron Prado; Grant Fisher; John Doing; Alex DaSilva; Catherine Russell; Jon Weber; James Weidman; Alexis Cole; Sarah McLawler; Bernice Brooks; Carline Ray; Carol Sudhalter; Annette Aguillar; Chanda Rule; Chris Dingman; Ike Sturm; Gernot Bernroider; Jesse Lewis; Chris Dingman; Ike Sturm; Keisha St. Joan; Patrick Polladian; Ken Simon; Josh Richman; Steve Marks; Nadar Snir and Paul Knopf. Tulivu-Donna Cumberbatch and Brian Lynch will be the emcees and will also perform.
All Nite Soul 2010 - Honoring Frank Wess takes place on Sunday, October 10, 2010 at Saint Peter's Church, 619 Lexington Avenue (at 54th Street), New York City.
5:00 PM: Jazz Vespers Free Will Offering
7:00 PM: All Nite Soul Concert
Get tickets NOW: $20 Suggested Ticket Donation in advance at http://www.saintpeters.org/jazz
$25 Suggested Ticket Donation at the door.
Jazz Church Announces Interviews w/ All Nite Soul Honoree Frank ...
Oct 7, 2010... October 7, 2010 at 7 PM on WKCR 89.9 FM (www.wkcr.org) by Sharif Abdus- Salaam. ... All Nite Soul 2010 - Honoring Frank Wess takes place on Sunday, October 10
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Returning to Future Tenant in Pittsburgh, PA Again.
FUTURE TENANT A SPACE FOR ART
TWO THUMBS UP A MUST CHECK OUT SPOT FOR ARTIST, POETS ALIKE.
As the summer winds down, the marketing department has been spending a good deal of time collecting and analyzing information we have collected from surveys distributed over the last year. While these are already somewhat out of date (and there are revised surveys available in the space!) it has provided a good bit of insight into the programming that has been most popular at Future Tenant over the last few years.
Happily, this August features all of the most-requested performance programming. Future Tenant will be featuring two different performances by artists who were chosen to take part in Trespass. Trespass, Future Tenant’s unique residency program, allows selected artists to take over the space and develop, rehearse, and perform their shows. This month there are two very different productions, “Still Life,” a memoir play about the post-Vietnam experience, and “Visuals Speak Volumes,” an interactive, interdisciplinary piece that explores how different types of art can interact and play off each other, as visual art is created in real time to music that is performed in the space.
To round off the month, Future Tenant holds another Open Mic and Easel night. We’re looking forward to seeing everyone back from vacation and travels, and will be holding a drawing for the hippest new Future Tenant merchandise: screen-printed teeshirts produced by local artists.
by L. Corwin Christie
Check out EAT ME the exhibition before it closes on October 9th!
Artists include:
Randie Snow, Ryan Keene, Andrew Ellis Johnson, Meghan Olson, Matthew Paul Isaacson, Carolyn Clayton, Chris Beauregard and Jill Larson
Are you ready for OPEN MIC & EASEL ... I AM.
Fall's first Open Mic and Easel Night is Friday October 22nd!
$5 AT THE DOOR
819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222. info@futuretenant.org
SEE YOU IN PITTSBURGH AGAIN... PEACE LEPADAH
FUTURE TENANT
819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222. info@futuretenant.org
TWO THUMBS UP A MUST CHECK OUT SPOT FOR ARTIST, POETS ALIKE.
As the summer winds down, the marketing department has been spending a good deal of time collecting and analyzing information we have collected from surveys distributed over the last year. While these are already somewhat out of date (and there are revised surveys available in the space!) it has provided a good bit of insight into the programming that has been most popular at Future Tenant over the last few years.
Happily, this August features all of the most-requested performance programming. Future Tenant will be featuring two different performances by artists who were chosen to take part in Trespass. Trespass, Future Tenant’s unique residency program, allows selected artists to take over the space and develop, rehearse, and perform their shows. This month there are two very different productions, “Still Life,” a memoir play about the post-Vietnam experience, and “Visuals Speak Volumes,” an interactive, interdisciplinary piece that explores how different types of art can interact and play off each other, as visual art is created in real time to music that is performed in the space.
To round off the month, Future Tenant holds another Open Mic and Easel night. We’re looking forward to seeing everyone back from vacation and travels, and will be holding a drawing for the hippest new Future Tenant merchandise: screen-printed teeshirts produced by local artists.
by L. Corwin Christie
Check out EAT ME the exhibition before it closes on October 9th!
Artists include:
Randie Snow, Ryan Keene, Andrew Ellis Johnson, Meghan Olson, Matthew Paul Isaacson, Carolyn Clayton, Chris Beauregard and Jill Larson
Are you ready for OPEN MIC & EASEL ... I AM.
Fall's first Open Mic and Easel Night is Friday October 22nd!
$5 AT THE DOOR
819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222. info@futuretenant.org
SEE YOU IN PITTSBURGH AGAIN... PEACE LEPADAH
FUTURE TENANT
819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222. info@futuretenant.org
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
NEWS FROM NWU
Subject NWU Organzing Writers Around Content Farms
From: NWU President, Larry Goldbetter
***IMPORTANT MESSAGE from the PRESIDENT***
NWU BUILDING A CAMPAIGN
TO ORGANIZE THOUSANDS OF WRITERS ON THE
"CONTENT FARM"
With the folding of daily newspapers and an overwhelming number of other commercial print publications, the bulk of paid published writing has shifted to the Internet. In the world of Internet publishing, we have seen the rise of Content Farms claiming to offer desirable writing assignments. These companies, owned by AOL, Yahoo and Demand Media among others, pay writers very little-such as $50 dollars for ten or more 500 word articles, pay by amount of web site page clicks-and other nonspecific methods with no guaranteed amount or very low payment. Demand Media, which has contracts with the San Francisco Chronicle, the National Football League, The Houston Chronicle and more, boasts of having 10,000 freelance writers that they pay a penny-a-word!
At our recent National Executive Board meeting in New York, the National Writers Union agreed to set up a task force to lay the ground work for organizing writers who work for these low-wage Content Farms [Plantations]. If you have written for one or know someone who does, and want to get involved, contact us today. We are not telling writers to refuse to accept assignments. We are trying to build a campaign that can over time set a new minimum standard in this industry. We do also strongly advise you to consider carefully all details in an agreement for professional writing and we offer free contract advice and grievance services for paid members in good standing.
Please contact us at nwu@nwu.org with your interest in joining this cause or with any further questions you may have.
From: NWU President, Larry Goldbetter
***IMPORTANT MESSAGE from the PRESIDENT***
NWU BUILDING A CAMPAIGN
TO ORGANIZE THOUSANDS OF WRITERS ON THE
"CONTENT FARM"
With the folding of daily newspapers and an overwhelming number of other commercial print publications, the bulk of paid published writing has shifted to the Internet. In the world of Internet publishing, we have seen the rise of Content Farms claiming to offer desirable writing assignments. These companies, owned by AOL, Yahoo and Demand Media among others, pay writers very little-such as $50 dollars for ten or more 500 word articles, pay by amount of web site page clicks-and other nonspecific methods with no guaranteed amount or very low payment. Demand Media, which has contracts with the San Francisco Chronicle, the National Football League, The Houston Chronicle and more, boasts of having 10,000 freelance writers that they pay a penny-a-word!
At our recent National Executive Board meeting in New York, the National Writers Union agreed to set up a task force to lay the ground work for organizing writers who work for these low-wage Content Farms [Plantations]. If you have written for one or know someone who does, and want to get involved, contact us today. We are not telling writers to refuse to accept assignments. We are trying to build a campaign that can over time set a new minimum standard in this industry. We do also strongly advise you to consider carefully all details in an agreement for professional writing and we offer free contract advice and grievance services for paid members in good standing.
Please contact us at nwu@nwu.org with your interest in joining this cause or with any further questions you may have.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Feel Like Dancing In The Rain
Tough tramp
thru the subway
giant stepping stairs
exit 23rd
Monday morning
dancing in the rain
on cloud... yes!
pirated pirouette
swift twirl
landed without fall
tada! feet aplomb
wind billow out raincoat
stem matrix
supreme shag
abstract from universe
transfer time
block party
Martha and the Vandellas
movement of a beautiful age
defying definition
pushing aside etiquette
bohemian boogaloo
breezy dancing
pass a sea of yellow cabbies
limo's leaving silver cup studios
looking thru flushed windows
trucker beeping
body bumping drops
heart beat
quick hits of heat
two sure shots of expresso
bankroll scooby steps
no whistlepig...
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
thru the subway
giant stepping stairs
exit 23rd
Monday morning
dancing in the rain
on cloud... yes!
pirated pirouette
swift twirl
landed without fall
tada! feet aplomb
wind billow out raincoat
stem matrix
supreme shag
abstract from universe
transfer time
block party
Martha and the Vandellas
movement of a beautiful age
defying definition
pushing aside etiquette
bohemian boogaloo
breezy dancing
pass a sea of yellow cabbies
limo's leaving silver cup studios
looking thru flushed windows
trucker beeping
body bumping drops
heart beat
quick hits of heat
two sure shots of expresso
bankroll scooby steps
no whistlepig...
© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.
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