Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
— from Further On (Up The Road) by Bruce Springteen
White-crowned Sparrow In The Morning Sun — Image by kenne
Little Sparrow
[Chorus]
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain
[Verse 1]
All ye maidens, heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then they’ll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two
[Chorus]
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain
[Verse 2]
If I were a little sparrow
Over these mountains I would fly
I would find him, I would find him
Look into his lying eyes
I would flutter all around him
On my little sparrow wings
I would ask him, I would ask him
Why he let me love in vain
I am not a little sparrow
I am just the broken dream
Of a cold false-hearted lover
And his evil cunning scheme
— Dolly Parton
Variegated Meadowhawk Dragonfly In Flight — Image by kenne
“Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly awayIf you can use some exotic booze, there’s a bar in far BombayCome on and fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away”
— from Come fly with me by Frank Sinatra
Love Birds (Two Ravens On An Olive Tree Limb) — Image by kenne
— from Bird On A Wire by Leonard Cohen
Photo-artistry by kenne
It seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
Now it’s much too late
To turn the other cheek
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
— from It Seemed the Better Way by Leonard Cohen
West Texas Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
— from Wind Mills of My Mind by Susan Wong
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Source: LyricsFreak
“. . . for such a simple man.” As a young man, I loved the music of Supertramp and the album, “Breakfast In America.” (1979) The album was released about twenty years after the photo on the left was captured. Several decades later, I still love the music, but more importantly, the words, such as those in “The Logical Song.”Â
The questions continue to run deep, but I’m no longer shackled by being so dependable, clinical, intellectual and cynical. Now I’m free to be more radical, liberal, fanatical and even criminal. In a way, the song is a story of innocence and idealism lost — it’s time to regain it!
— kenne
White Winged Dove At Patio Feeder — Image by kenne
The Houston Blues Days — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ask me how does a man feelWhen he’s got the bluesAnd I’d sayMisused abused down-hearted and blueKnow the reason I know thisIs cause the blues is all I was left with
— from Ask Me ’Bout Nothin’ (but the Blues) by Boz Scaggs
Love Is Time — Image by kenne
Turning Time Around
— from Turning Time Around by Lou Reed
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Autumn Sunset — Image by kenne
“I close my eyes
Only for a moment,
then the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity…
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground,
though we refuse to see…
Now, don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever
but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money
won’t another minute buy…
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.”
— Kansas
Sgt. 1st Class Lance Amsden, platoon sergeant for the 1st Platoon, Company C, 1st Battalion, 501st Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne),
25th Infantry Division, watches as CH-47 Chinook Helicopters circle above during a dust storm at Forward Operating Base Kushamond, Afghanistan, July 17,
during preparation for an air-assault mission.
— Army Flickr Stream
On this Veteran’s Day, in honor of those who served and died, I share this song written and recorded by Tom Russell, which was also recorded by Johnny Cash.
One of the blogs I follow is So Far From Heaven. Old Jules writes about his old running buddy, Phil:
“I hadn’t thought about my old running buddy, Phil, for a while. That last blog entry got me chewing on thoughts of him. I’ll tell you a bit more about him.
Phil went to the Marine Corps as the result of being a 17-year-old driving from Temple, Texas, to Austin with a case of beer in the car. A Williamson County Sheriff’s Deputy stopped him on a tail light violation, asked for his driver’s license, and saw the case of beer. Old Phil, being a clever youth, gave the officer a Texas Drivers License with an altered date of birth so’s to keep from being arrested as a minor in possession of alcoholic beverages.”
Veteran’s Day
Well I used to hang out down at the VFW hall
And stare at the photographs up on the wall
Of the neighborhood boys that died
in the wars we’ve been through
And the hand lettered sign that said
remember Jimmy McGrew
Well Jimmy went to Nam back in 1965
But there’s a lot of men here that think
Jimmy McGrew’s still alive
Though they carved his name
on a stone in Washington DC
His brother said that stone
don’t prove a thing to me
It’s veteran’s day and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home cause
there ain’t gonna be a parade
But we’ll fill up a glass for the ones
that didn’t make it through
And leave a light in the window tonight
for Jimmy McGrew
Well I used to hang out down at the VFW hall
And stare at the photographs up on the wall
Of the neighborhood boys that died
in the wars we’ve been through
And the hand lettered sign that said
remember Jimmy McGrew
Well Jimmy went to Nam back in 1965
But there’s a lot of men here that think
Jimmy McGrew’s still alive
Though they carved his name
on a stone in Washington DC
His brother said that stone
don’t prove a thing to me
It’s veteran’s day and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home cause
there ain’t gonna be a parade
But we’ll fill up a glass for the ones
that didn’t make it through
And leave a light in the window tonight
for Jimmy McGrew
— Tom Russell
“These Fellings” — B & W Abstract by kenne
You know it ain’t easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There’s no words to describe it
In French or in English
`cause diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I’m telling you
These feelings won’t go away
They’ve been knockin’ me sideways
They’ve been knockin’ me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won’t go away
They’ve been knockin’ me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won’t go away
— Clarence Copeland Greenwood
Eastern Bluebird (August 8, 2012) Image by kenne
All Tangled Up In Barbed Wire — Image by kenne
I don’t know, why I don’t
Put it out baby
We kiss and the flames
Just get higher
But yeah I know
When I hold onto you baby
I’m all tangled up in barbed wire
I get burned, I don’t learn
I’ll be back, give it time
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy
But guess I like playing with fire
— from Playing with Fire by Thomas Rhett
