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Just Like The White-winged Dove   Leave a comment

White-winged Dove On Ocotillo — Image by kenne

Just like the white-winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Just like the white-winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh
And the days go by, like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own, I begin again
Said to my friend, baby (everything stopped)
Nothin’ else mattered
He was no more than a baby then
Well, he seemed broken-hearted
Something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him, all alone
On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white-winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing
I said ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh
Just like the white-winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing
I said ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh
 
— from Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks
 
 

Redwing Blackbird — Mixed Art   Leave a comment

Redwing Blackbird — Mixed Art by kenne

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
 
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
 
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
 
John Lennon / Paul McCartney

‘Hold Tight’   1 comment

‘Hold Tight’ — Oil Painting in Black and White by kenne

 

Hold tight
Hold tight
If you wanna make this feeling stay
Hold tight
Hold tight
Don’t let this moment fade away
Hold tight
Now tears gonna stay
Everybody gets the chance someday
Call it once it last you think you’ve got it made
Not a word that anyone can say
That can change the way you feel
Cause you know that love is real
You can choose within you fall in love
Anybody any moment any way
‘Cause no matter who you chose
There’s a chance that you might loose
Gonna the best that I can do
Hold tight

— from Hold Tight by David Romani / Davide Romani / Mauro Malavasi / Paul Adrian Slade

Blue Wing   Leave a comment

Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
but he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

Well, he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
and his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
and Willie, he was once a great blues singer
so Wing & Willie wrote him up a song

— from Blue Wing by Tom Russell

Listen and I will Tell You A Story   1 comment

“Listen and I will Tell You A Story” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, “Hey! Get a job!”
“Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?

We don’t really like what you do.
We don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have,
And this problem’s made you ill.”

Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold

The artist walks alone
Someone says behind his back,
“He’s got his gall to call himself that!
He doesn’t even know where he’s at!”

The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?

— from The story of an Artist – Daniel Johnston

 

Another Glass Of Wine My Dear   Leave a comment

Another Glass Of Wine My Dear (April 5, 2007) — Image by kenne

Have Some Medeira, M’dear

She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps,
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar and the lamps:
Have some madeira, m’dear.
You really have nothing to fear.
I’m not trying to tempt you, that wouldn’t be right,
You shouldn’t drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really much nicer than beer.
I don’t care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can well do without…
It’s simply a case of chacun a son gout
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her standards by raising her glass,
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly refilled it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m’dear,
I’ve got a small cask of it here.
And once it’s been opened, you know it won’t keep.
Do finish it up.
It will help you to sleep.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really an excellent year.
Now if it were gin, you’d be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess..
Besides it’s inclined to affect me prowess,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath,
“Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!”
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,
Crash!
Tinkle! it fell to the floor;
When he asked,
“What in Heaven?”
She made no reply,
Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
The words seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she woke in her bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head…
And a beard in her lug ‘ole that tickled and said:
Have some madeira, m’dear!

Flanders and Swann




On The Dock Of The Bay   Leave a comment

Fishing Boats Docked at Galveston Bay, Texas — Image by kenne

[Verse 1]
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

[Verse 2]
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
And look like nothin’s gonna come my way

[Chorus]
So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

[Bridge]
Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes

[Verse 3]
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

[Chorus]
Now, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

[Outro]
*Whistling*

Shrimp boats is a-coming’   Leave a comment

Galveston Bay — Image by kenne

Oh…
(CHORUS):
Shrimp boats is a-comin’
Their sails are in sight
Shrimp boats is a-comin’
There’s dancin’ tonight
Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home
Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home
Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin’
There’s dancin’ tonight
(Shrimp boats is a-comin’, there’s dancin’ tonight)
:
They go to sea with the evenin’ tide
And the women folk wave their good-bye
(There they go… There they go)
While the Louisiana moon floats on high
And they wait for the day when they can cry…
:
Happy the days while they’re mending the nets
‘Til once more they ride out to sea
(There they go… There they go)
Then how lonely the nights will be
‘Til that wonderful day when they sing…
:
Happy the days while they’re mending the nets
‘Til once more they ride out to sea
(There they go… There they go)
Then how lonely the nights will be
‘Til that wonderful day when they sing…
(Shrimp boats is a-comin’ – there’s dancin’
There’s dancin’ There’s dancin’ There’s dancin’ …)
Shrimp boats is a-comin’ – there’s dancin’ tonight!
 
— Source: LyricFind
 
 

Let’s Dance   1 comment

Let’s Dance — Image by kenne

Let’s dance
Let’s dance
For fear your grace should fall
Let’s dance
For fear tonight is all
Let’s sway
You could look into my eyes
Let’s sway
Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

— from Let’s Dance by David Bowie

“Where were you when . . .?”   3 comments

John Lennon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Where were you when . . .?”

I first asked this question ten years ago on the thirty anniversary of John Lennon’s death. 

Whether asked the question or thinking to yourself, we often recall years later what we were doing when we first heard of a sad happening. With today being the 40th anniversary of John Lennon’s death, thoughts on time and place are reviewed.  I was in my small apartment on a rainy, cold night, just off the campus of Western Kentucky University, where I was teaching. If I had a TV, I don’t recall because I was usually listening to music on the radio.  Then, as now, music is a part of my daily existence, and the beauty of Lennon’s music is its ability to make you think and help you answer questions.

In December of 1980, Lennon had only recently turned forty, and I was about to reach the same age.  We shared little besides years of life and his music. Now, forty years out, I wonder what John Lennon would be like if he were still a part of our existence.  We both would be fifty years into the age Lennon, as a young flower-child rebel, famously labeled, “Never trust anyone over thirty!”

Imagine

Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

May the spirit of John Lennon always be with us.

— kenne

“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky.
I believe that what people call God is something in all of us.
I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right.
It’s just that the translations have gone wrong.”

Finding Peace In People’s Faces   5 comments

Kae Tempest (formerly Kate Tempest) — Source: scenestr.com

 
I’m a new fan of Kae Tempest, an English spoken word performer, poet,
recording artist, novelist, and playwright — a great performer by any measure.
 
— kenne
 
People’s Faces
 
[Verse 1]
It’s coming to pass, my country’s coming apart
The whole thing’s becoming such a bumbling farce
Was that a pivotal historical moment we just went stumbling past?
Well, here we are, dancing in the rumbling dark
So come a little closer, give me something to grasp
Give me your beautiful, crumbling heart
Another disaster, catharsis
Another half-discarded mirage
Another mask slips
I face off with the physical
My head’s ringing from the love of the stars
There is too much pretense here
Too much depends on the fragile wages
And extortionate rents here
We’re working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet really isn’t us
Like we’re gonna buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now, the struggle’s going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends
(Click Here for all Verses)

 

 
 
 

New Orleans Art (12/26/07)   1 comment

New Orleans 2007Kenne & Joy In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

New Orleans 2007Decatur Street, New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Heart Within A Heart

Ther is a heart within your heart
A place go when all the trouble starts
When your world spins upside down and falls apart
There is a heart within your heart

There is a soul within your soul
A secret room only angels know
Come on baby, leave your fear, rise up and go
To the soul within the soul

— Tom Russell

Rainbow Connection   2 comments

Rainbow-Edit-3-72Rainbow In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

I still believe that someday we’ll find the Rainbow Connection.

Rainbow Connection
Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side
Rainbows are visions
They’re only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they’re wrong wait and see
Someday we’ll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see
Someday we’ll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
Have you been fast asleep
And have you heard voices,
I’ve heard them calling my name,
Is this the sweet sound that calls
The young sailors,
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that i’m supposed to be,
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection…
The lovers, the dreamers and me
La lala la lala la la la lala la la la
— Kenny Ascher / Paul Hamilton Williams

 

Creekside: Standing by Peaceful Waters   Leave a comment

Creekside-art-2-Edit-1-72Creekside: Standing by Peaceful Waters — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“We were standing
Standing by peaceful waters
Standing by peaceful waters
Whoa, wah, oh wha, oh
Whoa, wah, oh wha, oh”

— from Lake Marie by John Prine

John Prine — Lake Marie

 

Time To Take A Break From The Madness: Love Is In The Air   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossoms-72-2“Love Is In The Air” — Image by kenne

Love Is in the Air

Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes

Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
Love is in the air, in the thunder of the sea
And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming
Don’t know if I feel safe
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when you call out my name

Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Love is in the air, in the rising of the sun
Love is in the air, when the day is nearly done
And I don’t know if you’re illusion
Don’t know if I see truth
But you’re something that I must believe in
And you’re there when I reach out…

 

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