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Dulcimer Conln! The song should mention the festival by name, and will be used each year to dose the final concert of the festival. The weather was comfortable and no rain In sight. These folks came ready to pick.
Entries should be sent 10 Susan L. Entries will be Jvdged on! A panel of judges will chooSe Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation flnaIlsts to be pertormed at next year's Great Black Swamp Dulcimer Festivaland final selection wltlbe made at the festival by!
The winner will receive a lifetime pass to! All entries become the property of the Great Black Swamp Dulcimer Festival unleaa released in writing. ThIs was the firsl year that harps of all kinds were added to! The evening concerts gave the audience many performers from all walks 01! By the time festival season comes around, I could use abigshotin! Cosby came just In time to motivate me.
Each contestant's bass string was art and a newslring, to be tuned to Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation given pitch, was supplied.
Contestants st8l1ed with hands on heads, bot tools were allowed. If there Is 8 problem thai an dulcimer playe', race, il is the d,lIIcutty ot reachIng dulCimer enthusiasts living within their own communities.
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The Charnpeign-Urbana 0uIcmer Society makes tuft use of its local radio liOns, newspapers and Important c0mmunity newsletters. However, once! One soon realizes that ills best 10 utiWza the local resources that will reach the largesl peroentage 01 your larget audience. Itil you should be able 10 delerT1''18 by poling members after seY8fal meetings-then dOnl wasle your lime subm ltl lng announc:ements 10 lhem The second objective.
IIndlng an accessible meeting place, is tomewhat easier. It may be decided Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation meet in a merrber's home.
Many public librarieS oller their aud i toriu ms to local community groups. Make sure that you register your dIM:irner sodety. The central IocabOn that they mighI otter, their faciiles. PubIk:tIy Can mention. KqlJlfed a meetlug place. The society schedules lessons along AI the society's monthly meetings, members share new tunes, Improve their techntque and, of course. The Socraty has also provided a bibliography 01 recommended titles to its local library, Some 01 these tilles have been purchased as they appeal to both dulcimer players and 10 folk musicians.
Several commu' nlty groups have contacted the Society for muSICians to perform at their functions. J Ira,ulVorc. O'd l ; In I UIl. J ,cigf. Well, we did ill It 5 hard 10 believe, but!
PO Bo. NC28III07 "". The level 01 shanog. Jamming wasjoyousJy rampant. This Is IoIk music. Over one hundred people participated In each dance workshop. Moun tain dulcimer workshops were 80 well a"eoded thai pe0ple W9f8 shanng handouts without a compIalnCl One of the staff remarttecl on the extraordinary growth of inter8S1.
Crowds that varied '" number from to over 60Cl Witnessed what was described by many as Ihe highest level 01 competi tion ever seen In a stale festiVal. Russell Cook, Dana Hamilton. FIrSt place wirYlefS in. Ml For more Information. ItI the. For information.
The Le inglon folk Singing Group meets on the first friday of each month from September through June. Mee llng nights are sometimes changed around tloIidays. Anyone Is welcome and shoukl bring an Instrument and song. SiS is on traditionaJ music and songs pnmanly Appalachian.
For tnOI"e information. Sunday, OcIober23, About eight people met and plan to provide otheI" special programs for hammer dulcimers in the future. Wednesday of each month. PA. A companion cassette is keyed to the book and features Larkin performing aU the songs up to tempo as weli as playing all the songs and examples at a practice tempo. In Jeahnl! ThIs book contains 25 trad.
This album leatures hammer dulcimer, banjo, 9U1tar. BoltAlderpoint, CA This album works wllh two distinct American musical terms. Original and standard lunes and. US Hwy. A book eltpanding on lingerpicking and lIatpicking techniques. Berkeley, CA This cassette lsatures unusual and appoai ng music from N.
America, Bmain. France, and Detroit WIth lrened dulcimer and gUitar. Boulder, CO BoltAlderpoint CA Fretted dulcimer lessons are given via written instructions and six casselle lapes. Individual tapes are available or! TTadlbonal Records, available: E. Duncan, Columbus. OH This album leatures Ifened dulcimer with other Instruments SUCh as slide guital, bouzoukl, violin, and harmoniCa on inslrumvntahll including Brass and Glass and Buttflrlry.
BoxMurphys, CA Cassene tape available. Utah Gillett, Goddard, Overtand Parll. Beginner and intennediate. This cassella tape features hammer dulcm8f on traditional and contemporary lunes.
U'''''' IISI Available: E. Duncan, Columbus, OH MA "0. Contad them lor sample issues and subscrip. A pron'IIS8 of! I really like his book for several reasons. First, I'm really impressed with the oover and layout. A lOvely book Ioofts line on the sales count8f and in the book case. Olu fill. ID ' 1t. As I also play hammerdubmer. Butler Reed. I want. How bng have you been publishing It? In I began publishing It myself. You hllVf a Iowtly voice. I remember my family's encouragement, and especiaDy thai 01 my parents.
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I th ink aU this early encouragement brought OUl s Joy of perlormlng lor pe0ple. I O8I'tainIydidn't undefstand them. Even 1hougtl1 did very well In ac:hooI! I just J. JOb' No. Being an assistant meant thai you WOfXed on evetylhlng. I typed. But when someone at the Inn asked it I were a performer. In essence. I tool the job and IoYed it. When Christmas ended, I was still there. Late al nighl I worII. Voices can gel betler and beltOf With age. The voice 01 an 80 ye.
Thank you "you only knew how many bmes I wanted 10 give my harrWners away! But about two years ago the docn began 10 open. I realized I c:ou6d apptOaCh the du6cimer hannonic:aity as well as melodically. I was especially inspired and encouraged by Doug Berch. Sam Ri zze!!
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I still didn', consider performing a career. In laci. NH and opened one of the first schools In thai area Even. How many travelers started from their homes and ne'er return'd! How much of genius boldly staked and lost for it! What countless stores of beauty, love, ventur'd for it! How all superbest deeds since Time began are traceable to it--and shall be to the end! How all heroic martyrdoms to it! How, justified by it, the horrors, evils, battles of the earth! Haply God's riddle it, Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation vague and yet so certain, The soul for it, and all the visible universe for it, And Take A Chance On Me - Various - Commercial Collection 9/92 at last for it.
Walt Whitman 22 A Sight In Camp A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended lying, Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket, Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.
Curious, I halt, and silent stand; Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest, the first, just lift the blanket: Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-grey'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you, my dear comrade? Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming? Then to the third--a face nor child, nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man, I think I know you--I think this face of yours is the face of the Christ himself; Dead and divine, and brother of all, and here again he lies.
Walt Whitman 23 A Song COME, I will make the continent Ride Darkhorse, Ride - 3 Inches Of Blood - Battlecry Under A Winter Sun I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and Dont Steal My Dreams - Louise Hoffsten - Looking For Mr.
God the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies; I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks; By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades. For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.
Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, 10 Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me; I see that they understand me, and do not deny me; I see that they are worthy of me--I will be the robust husband of those women.
They are not one jot less than I am, They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, Their Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves, They are ultimate in their own right--they are calm, clear, wellpossess'd of themselves. I cannot let Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes; Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
It is I, you women--I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable--but I love you, I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These States--I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually--I listen to no entreaties, 30 I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, 25 In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now, I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell--O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the Chorale - Mannheim Steamroller - Fresh Aire II admonition, The bows turn,--the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her gray sails, The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds away gaily and safe.
But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship! You of the rude campaigning, which we shared, The rapid march, the life of the camp, The hot contention of opposing fronts--the long manoeuver, Red battles with their slaughter,--the stimulus--the strong, terrific game, Spell of all brave Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation manly hearts--the trains of Time through you, and like of you, all fill'd, With war, and war's expression.
Adieu, dear comrade! Your mission is fulfill'd--but I, more warlike, Myself, and this contentious soul of mine, 10 Still on our own campaigning bound, Through untried roads, with ambushes, opponents lined, Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis--often baffled, Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out--aye here, To fiercer, weightier battles give expression. Walt Whitman 28 After The Sea-Ship AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds; After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying, Waves, undulating waves--liquid, uneven, emulous waves, Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface; Larger and smaller waves, in the spread of the ocean, yearnfully flowing; The wake of the Sea-Ship, after she passes--flashing and frolicsome, under the sun, 10 A motley procession, with many a fleck of foam, and many fragments, Following the stately and rapid Ship--in the wake following.
Walt Whitman 29 Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals AGES and ages, returning at intervals, Undestroy'd, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden, the West, the great cities calling, Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes-- the old, the incessant war? You degradations--you tussle with passions and appetites; You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, ah wounds, the sharpest of all; You toil of painful and choked articulations--you meannesses; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, my tongue the shallowest of any; You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph--My real self has yet to come forth; It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me; 10 It shall yet stand up the soldier of unquestion'd victory.
Standing aloof--denying portions so long; Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth; Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself, Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production of the earth does. This is curious, and may not be realized immediately--But it must be realized; I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest, And that the universe does.
Where has fail'd a perfect return, indifferent of lies or the truth? Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas! Always California's golden hills and hollows--and the silver mountains of New Mexico! Always soft-breath'd Cuba! Always the vast slope drain'd by the Southern Sea--inseparable with the slopes drain'd by the Eastern and Western Seas; The area the eighty-third year of These States--the three and a half millions of square miles; The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main-- the thirty thousand miles of river navigation, The seven millions of distinct families, and the same number of dwellings--Always these, and more, branching forth into numberless branches; Always the free range and diversity!
How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of These States? Walt Whitman 36 Among The Multitude AMONG the Wake Up, Little Susie - Everly Brothers, The* - 20 Greatest Hits / Bye Bye Love and women, the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else--not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am; Some are baffled--But that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah, lover and perfect equal! I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you. Walt Whitman The Eddie Lockjaw Davis, Johnny Griffin Quintet* - Pull My Coat An Army Corps On The March WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance, With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley, The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on; Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun--the dust-cover'd men, In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground, With artillery interspers'd--the wheels rumble, the horses sweat, As the army corps advances.
O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! O you teeming Welcome To The Floor - James Ray - James Ray O so invincible, turbulent, proud! O race of the future!
O women! O fathers! O you men of passion and the storm! O native power only! O beauty! O yourself! O God! O divine average! O you bearded roughs! O bards! O all those slumberers! Do you not hear the cock crowing? O, as I walk'd the beach, I heard the mournful notes foreboding a tempest--the low, oft-repeated shriek of the diver, the longlived loon; O I heard, and yet hear, angry thunder;--O you sailors!
O ships! O from his masterful sweep, the warning cry of the eagle! Give way there, all! It is useless! Give up your spoils; O sarcasms! O if the whole world should prove indeed a sham, a sell! O I believe there is nothing real but America and freedom!
O to sternly reject all except Democracy! O imperator! O who dare confront you and me? O to promulgate our own! O to build for that Weisses Fleisch - Rammstein - Herzeleid builds for mankind!
O North! O the slope drained by the Mexican sea! O all, all inseparable--ages, ages, ages! O a curse on him that would dissever this Selección De Exitos Mexicanos - Enrique Lynch Y Su Orquesta - Sacudete. Meneate! for any reason whatever!
O climates, labors! O good and evil! O death! O you strong with iron and wood! O Personality! O the village or place which has the greatest man or woman! O shapes arising! O muscle and pluck forever for me! O farmers and sailors! O drivers of horses forever for me! O I will make the new bardic list of trades and tools! O you coarse and wilful! I love you!
O South! O longings for my dear home! O soft and sunny airs! O pensive! O I must return where the palm grows and the mocking-bird sings, or else I die! O equality! O organic compacts! I am come to be your born poet! O whirl, contest, sounding and resounding! I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! O vast preparations for These States! O years! O to teach! To promulge real things! O creation! O to-day! O laws! O unmitigated adoration!
O for mightier broods of orators, artists, and singers! O for native songs! O haughtiest growth of time! O free and extatic! O what I, here, preparing, warble for! O you hastening light! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--and you too will ascend; O so amazing and so broad! O vision staggered with weight of light! O copious! O hitherto unequalled! O Libertad!
O Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation O union impossible to dissever! O my Soul! O lips becoming tremulous, powerless! O centuries, centuries yet ahead! O voices of greater orators!
I pause--I listen for you O you States! I spring at once into your arms! O you grand Presidentiads! I wait for you! New history! New heroes! I project you! Visions of poets! O sweep on! O you striding there! O I cannot yet!
O heights! O infinitely too swift and dizzy yet! O purged lumine! O present! I return while yet I may to you! O poets to come, I depend upon you! ARE you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning--I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction? Do you think I am trusty and faithful? Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
The conceits of the poets of other lands I bring thee not, Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long, Nor Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation the classics--nor perfume of foreign court, or indoor library; But an odor I'd bring to-day as from forests of pine in the north, in Maine--or breath of an Illinois prairie, With open airs of Virginia, or Georgia, or Tennessee--or from Texas uplands, or Florida's glades, With presentment of Yellowstone's scenes, or Yosemite; 10 And murmuring under, pervading all, I'd bring the rustling sea-sound, That endlessly sounds from the two great seas of the world.
And for thy subtler sense, subtler refrains, O Union! Preludes of intellect tallying these and thee--mind-formulas fitted for thee--real, and sane, and large as these and thee; Thou, mounting higher, diving deeper than we knew--thou transcendental Union!
Through thy Reality--lo! Brain of the New World! Out of the peerless grandeur of the modern, Out of Thyself--comprising Science--to recast Poems, Churches, Art, Recast--may-be discard them, end them--May-be their work is done-- who knows? By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past, the dead, To limn, with absolute faith, the mighty living present. And yet, thou living, present brain! Thou that lay folded, like an unborn babe, within its folds so long!
Thou carefully prepared by it so long! Sail--sail thy best, ship of Democracy! Beautiful World of new, superber Birth, that rises to my eyes, Like a limitless golden cloud, filling the western sky; Emblem of general Maternity, lifted above all; Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons; Out of thy teeming womb, thy giant babes in ceaseless procession issuing, Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual strength and life; World of the Real! World of the Soul--born by the world of the real alone--led to identity, body, by it alone; 50 Yet in beginning only--incalculable masses of composite, precious materials, By history's cycles forwarded--by every nation, language, hither sent, Ready, collected here--a freer, vast, electric World, to be constructed here, The true New World--the world of orbic Science, Morals, Literatures to come, Thou Wonder World, yet undefined, unform'd--neither do I define thee; How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future?
I feel thy ominous greatness, evil as well as good; I watch thee, advancing, absorbing the present, transcending the past; I see thy light lighting and thy shadow shadowing, as if the entire globe; But I do not undertake to define thee--hardly to comprehend thee; 60 I but thee name--thee prophecy--as now!
I merely thee ejaculate! Thee in thy future; Thee in thy only permanent life, career--thy own unloosen'd mind--thy soaring spirit; Thee as another equally needed sun, America--radiant, ablaze, swiftmoving, fructifying all; 43 Thee! Land of unprecedented faith--God's faith! Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav'd; The general inner earth, so long, so sedulously draped over, now and hence for what it is, boldly laid bare, Open'd by thee to heaven's light, for benefit or bale.
Be capable of peace, its trials; For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in peace--not war; 44 In many a Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation mask death shall approach, beguiling thee--thou in disease shalt swelter; The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within; Consumption of the worst--moral consumption--shall rouge thy face with hectic: But thou Sally Ann - The Fuzzy Mountain String Band - The Fuzzy Mountain String Band face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all, Whatever they are to-day, and whatever through time they may be, They each and all shall lift, and pass away, and cease from thee; While thou, Time's spirals rounding--out of thyself, thyself still extricating, fusing, Equable, natural, mystical Union thou-- the mortal with immortal blent, Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future--the spirit of the body and the mind, The Soul--its destinies.
The Soul, its destinies--the real real, Purport of all these apparitions of Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation real; In thee, America, the Soul, its destinies; Thou globe of globes! By many a throe of heat and cold convuls'd-- by these thyself solidifying; Thou mental, moral orb!
The Present holds thee not--for such vast growth as thine--for such unparallel'd flight as thine, The Future only holds thee, and can hold thee. Walt Whitman 46 As Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation Thy Portals Also Death AS at thy Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity, To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me, I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still, I sit by the form in the coffin, I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the De Oude Man En De Zee - Various - Ik Hou Van Jou - De 44 Mooiste Vlaamse Liedjes To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the best, I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs, And set a tombstone here.
AS consequent from store of summer rains, Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing, Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations, Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea, Songs of continued years I sing. Life's ever-modern rapids first, soon, soon to blend, With the old streams of death.
Liffey's silvery stream Love's Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation dream The old woman Hark, I hear the ocean's sweep.
Grumguffenhoff Can an Irishman practice such guile My heart is sore My little bag that was stolen Moonlight ramble Maid without dower Mary, do you fancy me? Quit not yet the shady bower My darling Kathleen Morning dream. Sheela my love O! Nancy, don't you remember? On a cold winter's day Oh!
P Protestant boys Lillibulero Orange and Green will carry the day Pretty girls of Ballymena Parting glass Good night, and joy be with you all Good night all around Pretty girl milking her cow, 1st setting The valley lay smiling before me I would I were but that sweet linnet The flower of all maidens Pretty girl milking her cow, 2nd setting Poor blind boy Pretty cuckoo Proposal, the He asked me name the day I know that Johnny loves me Peggy Bawn Paddies evermore Pearl of the flowing tresses Peeler and the goat Bansha peeler Poor old woman, 1st setting Poor old woman.
Sit under my protection Skylark, the She's far from the land Could the voice that I Bad Love - Eric Clapton - Princely Gifts W Woods of Kilmurry Will they ever return? Patrick, fly Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation me Wink of her eye Who are you?
Whistle, and I'll wait for you Since love is the plan White bread and butter Within this village dwells a maid, No. Where are you going love? Y Young black cow Young Kate of Kilcummer The blackbird and the thrush Young lady, the You never saw Rosey Young man's dream When that mild eye is beamin' As a beam o'er the face of the waters Yellow garron You need not fear You stole away my heart You'll not deceive me again Young woman's lament.
P Princess royal. Planxty Johnston Planxty Geo. Sheela thou art my darling Planxty Irwin Oh! He'd figured out early on there was small chance of keeping them corralled for long. High-spirited, every single one. But Ralph was still the papa, and responsible for protecting his fillies. Good ol' boys Nick and Jake leaned against the bar.
Three shots of Wild Turkey under his belt had loosened Nick's tongue. What is she, seventeen, eighteen? Win a bet? No wait, I know. She lost at rock, paper, scissors. And I'm guessing you cheated. Ain't no man wants a clinging ivy. Plenty more fish to snag. Catch and release——all the fun, none The Eddie Lockjaw Davis, Johnny Griffin Quintet* - Pull My Coat the work.
Ralph took four determined steps forward, John Wayne's silver spurs jangling inside his head. Ralph's elbows braced against his rigid torso. The scrawny son-of-a-skunk wears a hat too big for his britches. A rodeo romeo stood. Teeth clinched, Ralph snaked his way around the outer tables. Tattooed toughs found their feet, outnumbering Ralph in number and brawn.
The barkeep hoisted a baseball bat as fair warning. I'm looking for Nick Butler. Anyone has a problem with that, line up. With mumbles and boot shuffles and bottle rattles, the room opened like the parting of the Red Sea.
Jake dove for cover. Ralph spotted Nick, a frozen Bambi in the headlights, and charged; they hit the gritty floor in a grunting In Praise Of The Vunerable - Alanis Morissette - Live at Carling Academy- Brixton London (Blu-ray). Besting the boy to enthusiastic cheering, Ralph straddled Nick, a wad of shirt in one fist, the other poised to rearrange Nick's nose.
At first I felt paralysed by fear as I heard the glugging sound of the bottle emptying. It was lucky I had some emergency drink I thought I can't remember ever doing that before. The next morning there was a big stain on the carpet looked a bit like blood and to be honest with you I would have preferred it to have been my blood.
Sunday, April 6, Lines. The whisky glass. He tells the girls, the carers, about them. The Mudslide Oso, Washington The mud won't let him scream. He was out for a walk when the mud came down the hill like lava covering him and the woman, an arranged marriage of strangers sinking and screaming. He wonders how long he'll be there. He can't recall the prayer his grandmother taught him. He wonders if the woman can hear the men digging and cursing and if she's able to scream.
Thursday, April 3, nude young girls. Thought of telling her you could do with some Chapman bothers manikins, that would liven the place up a bit. Then when she wasn't looking Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation thought about tattooing one of them.
I don't kow why she doesn't want any at Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation. I would love some someone to talk to, someone to fill the place out a bit. I could even have parties with them dance them around a bit. If I got really lonely take them to bed Have an orgy. Tuesday, April 1, A Visit Home. Two Funerals in One Day. I head for the bathroom to Loaded Gun - Rev Theory - Justice and brush my teeth but when I turn the light on, I see a long mahogany bug, species unknown, glistening and motionless on the cap of my toothpaste.
As a former caseworker in the projects and someone with a gardener for a wife, I have seen a variety of bugs, urban and Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocationand if they behave, I normally don't bother them, except for mosquitoes that land and happen to like me. So I tell this bug on the toothpaste cap that I have a funeral to attend today and it's 50 miles away so please, be a good bug and move on. Of course he doesn't move. Instead, he twirls his antennae and rubs his pincers together.
Finally, he says somberly "Can you get this cap off? I've been trying all night. I hear this stuff tastes good. I can still hear his last words: "My wife had octuplets. They're under your bathtub. Tell them I said good-bye. And have a nice day! Garbled miscreant woe floats recital plans down canal breast stoolies, cruelly fueling interdicted continental humdrum piano parties with snake entendres, rippling the sky for welding stork Open the Door Softly / The Bunch of Rushes - Holly Tannen - Invocation squawks, chewed to lazy hotel stockyard grooming towers, bleary eyed and groaning over phenobarb in plastic bagman clarifier squints.
Mainspring waters waddle from side street leeway sump hits to call-girl hall pass sleet massage, infesting pillar intestines with low-flying bedspring pox, gaveled to gravy garrote gravel sunsets in wheelhouse camaraderie by comediennes in vacant hominy leaps. Public uppers flit from store-bought moths to hens of transitory segue telepaths, predicated on lurching four-door codgers and glaucomatous postcard press-on quarries, slipped in hebephrenic tarantula shadows.
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