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…
“You’ve got to know when to hold ’em Know when to fold ’em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you’re sittin’ at the table There’ll be time enough for countin’ When the dealin’s done”
Ocollio Blossom (Spanish for Little Torch) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) is one of the easiest plants to identify in the desert. They are a large shrub with long cane-like unbranched spiny stems that
grow from a short trunk. Small 2 inch leaves will grow from the stems
when there is enough moisture. Dense clusters of red tubular flowers
grow from the end of the stems from March through June.
— Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
On this Easter Sunday in the age of HOVID-19,
we need to hold the torch high as
we look for hope in a hopeless world.
*****
Hope In A Hopeless World — Pop Stables
Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama’s doin’ the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Her eldest son, he stayed in school
Listened to his mother, he never drank or used
But every job he wants he gets refused
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Trying to find love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard
Saturday’s child don’t wanna to go to Sunday school
Whatever happened to the golden rule
It takes hope in a hopeless world
D’you got a quarter for the homeless man
Spare some change for the soldiers who fought the war
Put a little money in those hats and those tins
Give them hope in a hopeless world
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Searchin’ for love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Ease my mind, ease my mind
And on the corner there stands a young girl
The home she left was in the better part of town
Daddy did things she never talked about
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Somebody out there gotta listen
Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin’ about
Raise your hand, raise your hands if you’re with me
Give us hope in a hopeless world
You’ve got to listen to the voice inside
Peace and love don’t compromise – realize
Time is passing by
Can’t be standing still!
This song is a train song It’s a song about a train Not the Atchison and Topeka Not the Chattanooga Choo-Choo Nor the one that leaves at midnight For the state of Alabam’ This song is a train song Where the engineer is Uncle Sam
Here comes the Freedom Train! You better hurry down Just like a Paul Revere It’s comin’ into your hometown
Inside the Freedom Train You will find a precious freight Those words of liberty The documents that made us great
You can shout your anger from a steeple You can shoot the system full of holes You can always question “We the People” You can get your answer at the polls
That’s how it’s always been And how it will remain As long as all of us Keep riding on the Freedom Train
Riding’ all across this country Playing music for the people With the fellows in the band We’re singin’ of the liberty And freedom through the land
You can write the President a letter You can even tell him to his face If you think that you can do it better Get the votes and you can take his place
If you hate the laws that you’re obeying You can shout your anger to the crowd We may disagree with what you’re saying But we’ll fight to let you say it loud
That’s how it’s always been And how it must remain As long as all of us Keep riding on the Freedom Train
Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone It’s not warm when she’s away Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And she’s always gone too long Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone Wonder if she’s gone to stay Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And this house just ain’t no home Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone Only darkness every day Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And this house just ain’t no home Anytime she goes away Anytime she goes away Anytime she goes away Anytime she goes away
Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November And these few precious days I’ll spend with you These precious days I’ll spend with you.
— from September Song (Music: Kurt Weill / Lyrics: Maxwell Anderson)
Looking Through the Looking Glass — Image by kenne
Once I walked along a field Another nightmare in my mind And beheld the fearful symmetry Everything was beautiful Even things that were dead And I surged with violent imagery
I walked a thousand miles just to see for myself Looked behind my eyes And found my hell And in the light of the sun we go Through rain and raging snow To find the things we do not know
I will go Never laying low Just tell me how to breathe And I will make it so You must know That this is not for show And if you are not wise (It will) be your demise
Ev’ryone can see we’re together As we walk on by and we fly just like birds of a feather I won’t tell no lie all of the people around us they say Can they be that close Just let me state for the record We’re giving love in a family dose
“Love Is In The Air” — Image by kenne
“Know When To Fold’em” — Source: Pinterest
Ocollio Blossom (Spanish for Little Torch) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Leaves On A Log — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Joy on Galveston Island (She’s still in Houston with family and I’m here in Tucson.) — Image by kenne
Untitled Art by kenne
A Lyric by Woody Guthrie — from DoubleTake Spring 1999
Woody Guthrie in NYC’s old Irish tavern McSorley’s Old Ale House
