I am thinking the reason I don't sleep well some nights is because we watch action filled, shoot 'em up, bang bang movies just before bedtime. My husband loves these....and I like looking at Jason Statham so all is good. However, my head fills with all this excitement and I wake up around one with a tired body and a mind going on hyper drive.
I actually did have the absolute best night's sleep about three years ago. ( I KNOW I actually remember the last time I had a good night's sleep!!!) My girlfriend and I went to Ireland and on the return trip I stated I probably wouldn't get any sleep worrying about the early flight back the next morning. "Have one of these," she said and handed me a sleeping pill.
(Note: last time she handed me drugs I was off work for three days....but that was the 60's..........CALM Down Y - I'm kidding!! No, I'm really not..........yes....I am).
ANYWAY - she handed me this sleeping pill, I took one half and the next thing I knew it was morning - I thought - I could get used to these!!! Of course that is the problem isn't it?
People take sleeping aids for a variety of reasons, but in my opinion, there are times when you really should re-think your first impulse to get grab that bottle of off to dreamland you will go......
In Spokane, Washington the police reported a suspect was accused of climbing through the ceiling panel of a restroom to reach the roof of the hotel where he threw rolls of roofing material, jugs of cleaning solution and food to the street below.
Charge: vandalizing and burglary.
Defense: adverse reaction to Ambien (sleeping medication).
His lawyer stated this is not uncommon......as in ....it wasn't uncommon for his client to break, enter and toss things off roofs OR it wasn't uncommon for people who take sleeping aides to, in fact, not sleep but roam around the city at night??
Strangely enough, to date there have been a plethora of sleepless peeps doing strange things while taking Ambien.
So, if that isn't enough to make YOU not sleep, here is an example of a time when I would seriously consider sleeping pills as out of the question.
On an online forum regarding Delusional Disorder a man stated "I just thought I would share what helped me during my wife's DD episodes: sleeping pills, benedryl and melatonin."
YUP - that's how he decided to get a little shut eye. He goes on to state that under the circumstances - "my sons psychosis and my wife's DD." - it was the only way to actually get a good nights sleep.
Would I really want to be zonked out in this household???
Then he goes on to say that his wife is MUCH BETTER NOW so he doesn't feel the need to take anything anymore. Well thank goodness for that. BUT THEN he continues:
"We do have islands of craziness in the midsts of seas of normalcy" (very poetic I think for someone sleep deprived ) "Just a few days ago my wife said our son never had a psychosis and I mentioned 'Well, dear, he thought he could do miracles and summon the birds." to which SHE REPLIED "Maybe he could do miracles.!!!"
I think a good strong lock on a private bedroom door might work better than going back on sleeping aides!
Now, I understand that not all people are going to have adverse reactions to sleeping pills or abuse them in any way. Here is another example - one that I think all woman can relate to:
Eating a little bit of chocolate was a treat that Teresa looked forward to after work. She would allow herself two small pieces of chocolate candy a day.
This lady obviously had great control!!
But after taking a drug to help her sleep at night, Teresa awoke in the morning to find an empty box on the table in place of a POUND of chocolates that had been there the night before.
"I couldn't believe it," says Teresa. "I started looking all around the house—I even looked under the bed. I thought for sure someone came into the house during the night and ate them." (Like THAT is going to happen - I won't break in to rape/pillage or steal anything, I'll just eat this POUND of chocolate.....)
This went on for some time. Teresa would awake to find a near-full box of chocolates gone again and again. "I just don't remember eating all that candy," she says.
Okay Teresa - first of all why are you buying pounds of chocolate??? Didn't you notice your clothes suddenly don't fit the same way and what is all that chocolate on your pillowcase???
Teresa, a word of advice - just eat the entire friggin' pound of chocolate before you go to bed. Worries over. Of course then she might get up to something else like go out wandering with the other Ambien afflicted!
Things I've learned this week:
Canadian beer company Molson has placed public fridges stocked with beer throughout Europe. Yes - free beer!!! Hooligans unite!!!
All the fridges are locked and there is only one way to open these shiny fire-engine-red fridges — with a Canadian passport. The fridge is equipped with a modified webcam set to recognize only passports from the 10 provinces and 3 maple leaf territories.
Advertising agency Rethink wanted to "elicit pride in Canadians" The reason to set up these fridges in random European locations? "Sometimes, you're most proud of where you're from when you're away from home," stated the Canadian ad firm.
Yes, and when they get really drunk and spew their guts out on some foreign monument dedicated to a WWII veteran the Europeans will BLAME CANADA!! Thanks for that boys!
*****
I am SO glad I am not a giraffe. To know when to mate, a male giraffe will continuously headbutt the female in the bladder until she urinates. The male then tastes the pee and that helps it determine whether the female is ovulating.
I really don't know what to say.....
****
Red headed children are being attacked at Wingfield Academy in Yorkshire, England. British police say they were called after a string of attacks on red-haired pupils at the school.
They said a small number of pupils had sustained minor injuries after being attacked by fellow students.
"The issue of bullying of red-haired children periodically arises in Britain, and some commentators have attributed the phenomenon to lingering anti-Celtic prejudice."
Anti-Celtic prejudice??? Talk about holding a grudge....the Celts invaded that area of the British Isles in about 500 AD!
Friday, 25 October 2013
Friday, 18 October 2013
So IKEA stands for Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunnaryd
I was talking to my brother about movies the other day, and mentioned that we had just watched World War Z. The only reason we rented, yes I said rented, it was because Brad stars in it. After much discussion on how we liked/disliked the entire movie I mentioned there is going to be a sequel.
"Sequel?" said my brother "but they have run out of alphabet."
"They can always start again - World War A." I said.
"Well, they did end up in Canada," commented my brother, "so it would have to be World War, eh?"
*****
We went to the Winnipeg IKEA for the first time this week. Decided to wait until the crowds had died down.....it has been open what....six months. Didn't need to worry - you could have shot a cannon off and not hit anything but a Ofelia Vass or a Somnig! My first questions was: "Where's the monkey?"
You all remember last winter when this poor little gaffer was found running about the IKEA parking lot....even though he was fashionably dressed....that is just not right!
His 'mom' has been trying to get him back from his stint in the Story Book Farm Primate Sanctuary, where he has been living since being taken away - NO KIDDING - from his Mommy. She of course is still fighting to get him back because he is her baby (even though she did try and give him back to the guy who sold him to her for a whacking $5,000.00).
Story goes the Mom, Nakhuda, wanted a baby Japanese macaque monkey because “she had seen a video of one waiting on tables in a restaurant and thought it was interesting."
So, I'm thinking IKEA lost a bet here - really, the marketing boys where not up to their usual standard on this one. I would have had Thailand or Sweden cranking out little stuffed, coat-wearing monkeys a thousand a second and flogging those suckers at every IKEA in the world. ..... AND.... IKEA has a restaurant. Why can't the staff be dressed up like monkeys? All wearing Shearling coats??? Ah - how cute would that be?
Vould you like Svedish meatballs with that?
ACTUALLY my dear husband did have the meatballs and he said they didn't taste like horse at all (was than ever proven???). NNNNAAAAYYYYY
Why did we go to IKEA? Because every once in a few years my dear husband comes up with an idea....an idea that the 'royal WE"...as in me....ends up doing. This time the idea was that we should get duvets just like the lovely ones we slept under in Iceland and England. They were soft and billowy and WHITE! And oh so comfortable....and where else would we buy these except for a European store like IKEA. So, I said that it would be a good idea if said husband came along with me seeing as it was his idea. Surprisingly, he agreed.
I had forgotten when my husband comes shopping we end up with a cart full of....stuff....stuff that I normally would not purchase. So, we ended up with two single duvets and covers. Why two...well, then each of us can wrap ourselves up in our OWN little duvet and not bother the one sleeping next to us. AND - we also bought, three throw pillows, even though I have about a dozen of various sizes at home; two packages of candles of various sizes, a package of taper candles, TEN candle holders (again....I have a cupboard full of these) and two silver coloured trays for the candles to sit upon...and a LOT of ideas on how to completely gut a house and do it up IKEA style!!!
Needless to say, I didn't get white duvet covers, because unless you have the proper room decor to go with white it just doesn't work.....and this is Winnipeg, Canada and winter is coming, so white isn't a great choice for feeling down (get it) right warm.
Last night I tried out the new bedding. I had suggested washing the covers first, but husband said "Nah, just throw them on and we'll try them out." which I did. I think they look okay.....but by one a.m. I was scratching and tossing and HOT!
This morning I took the covers off and tossed them into the washer and separated the duvets - because we bought two duvets in one. Yes - They snap together and you can have Summer light ones, or double Winter ones. So, do the math. I now actually have FOUR single duvets! Good Grief!!!
I remembered,,,,,somewhere in my brain.....my English cousin saying something about ironing her covers.....ironing???? Sorry, I am the one whose small daughter pointed at Gramdma's iron and asked "What's that??" (I received a very large tsk tsk for that one).......I DON'T iron!
In fact, while in England, Kris stood at the doorway and watched my cousin iron shirts. "What's she doing?' he asked in a hushed tone. I said, "Oh that......It's a British thing....sort of like Hoovering. Don't you worry about it." And quickly hustled him out the door.
BUT all the cousins bed covers looked so crisp and white and billowy and smelled really good......so, I either have to move to Iceland or England, change my bedroom colours or go smash my new duvet covers on rocks by a stream until they are cottony soft......hopefully before freeze up.
Things I've learned this week:
U.S. President Lyndon Johnson had two Beagles named Him and Her.
There are a LOT of Tim Horton's built close to fitness centres.
Arnold Schwarzenegger has sex five times a day. This, according to a newspaper report - and we know those are always accurate. Arnie's good friend and ex druggie/drunk Tom Arnold is stated as saying his buddy sees it as a 'work out' in his fitness routine. First of all - what woman would put up with that??? Well - okay - one that gets paid......but I am thinking the headlines should have read, because we are talking about a man in his sixties here, " Arnold WISHES he had sex five times a day."
"Sequel?" said my brother "but they have run out of alphabet."
"They can always start again - World War A." I said.
"Well, they did end up in Canada," commented my brother, "so it would have to be World War, eh?"
*****
We went to the Winnipeg IKEA for the first time this week. Decided to wait until the crowds had died down.....it has been open what....six months. Didn't need to worry - you could have shot a cannon off and not hit anything but a Ofelia Vass or a Somnig! My first questions was: "Where's the monkey?"
You all remember last winter when this poor little gaffer was found running about the IKEA parking lot....even though he was fashionably dressed....that is just not right!
His 'mom' has been trying to get him back from his stint in the Story Book Farm Primate Sanctuary, where he has been living since being taken away - NO KIDDING - from his Mommy. She of course is still fighting to get him back because he is her baby (even though she did try and give him back to the guy who sold him to her for a whacking $5,000.00).
Story goes the Mom, Nakhuda, wanted a baby Japanese macaque monkey because “she had seen a video of one waiting on tables in a restaurant and thought it was interesting."
So, I'm thinking IKEA lost a bet here - really, the marketing boys where not up to their usual standard on this one. I would have had Thailand or Sweden cranking out little stuffed, coat-wearing monkeys a thousand a second and flogging those suckers at every IKEA in the world. ..... AND.... IKEA has a restaurant. Why can't the staff be dressed up like monkeys? All wearing Shearling coats??? Ah - how cute would that be?
Vould you like Svedish meatballs with that?
ACTUALLY my dear husband did have the meatballs and he said they didn't taste like horse at all (was than ever proven???). NNNNAAAAYYYYY
Why did we go to IKEA? Because every once in a few years my dear husband comes up with an idea....an idea that the 'royal WE"...as in me....ends up doing. This time the idea was that we should get duvets just like the lovely ones we slept under in Iceland and England. They were soft and billowy and WHITE! And oh so comfortable....and where else would we buy these except for a European store like IKEA. So, I said that it would be a good idea if said husband came along with me seeing as it was his idea. Surprisingly, he agreed.
I had forgotten when my husband comes shopping we end up with a cart full of....stuff....stuff that I normally would not purchase. So, we ended up with two single duvets and covers. Why two...well, then each of us can wrap ourselves up in our OWN little duvet and not bother the one sleeping next to us. AND - we also bought, three throw pillows, even though I have about a dozen of various sizes at home; two packages of candles of various sizes, a package of taper candles, TEN candle holders (again....I have a cupboard full of these) and two silver coloured trays for the candles to sit upon...and a LOT of ideas on how to completely gut a house and do it up IKEA style!!!
Needless to say, I didn't get white duvet covers, because unless you have the proper room decor to go with white it just doesn't work.....and this is Winnipeg, Canada and winter is coming, so white isn't a great choice for feeling down (get it) right warm.
Last night I tried out the new bedding. I had suggested washing the covers first, but husband said "Nah, just throw them on and we'll try them out." which I did. I think they look okay.....but by one a.m. I was scratching and tossing and HOT!
This morning I took the covers off and tossed them into the washer and separated the duvets - because we bought two duvets in one. Yes - They snap together and you can have Summer light ones, or double Winter ones. So, do the math. I now actually have FOUR single duvets! Good Grief!!!
I remembered,,,,,somewhere in my brain.....my English cousin saying something about ironing her covers.....ironing???? Sorry, I am the one whose small daughter pointed at Gramdma's iron and asked "What's that??" (I received a very large tsk tsk for that one).......I DON'T iron!
In fact, while in England, Kris stood at the doorway and watched my cousin iron shirts. "What's she doing?' he asked in a hushed tone. I said, "Oh that......It's a British thing....sort of like Hoovering. Don't you worry about it." And quickly hustled him out the door.
BUT all the cousins bed covers looked so crisp and white and billowy and smelled really good......so, I either have to move to Iceland or England, change my bedroom colours or go smash my new duvet covers on rocks by a stream until they are cottony soft......hopefully before freeze up.
Things I've learned this week:
U.S. President Lyndon Johnson had two Beagles named Him and Her.
There are a LOT of Tim Horton's built close to fitness centres.
Arnold Schwarzenegger has sex five times a day. This, according to a newspaper report - and we know those are always accurate. Arnie's good friend and ex druggie/drunk Tom Arnold is stated as saying his buddy sees it as a 'work out' in his fitness routine. First of all - what woman would put up with that??? Well - okay - one that gets paid......but I am thinking the headlines should have read, because we are talking about a man in his sixties here, " Arnold WISHES he had sex five times a day."
Friday, 11 October 2013
AND SHE'S BACK
So we went on this holiday, and I could tell you all about it until your eyes glaze over or you nod off (Kris and I actually did this at a friends house while watching pictures of Turkey - the country - not the bird. How rude! But we BOTH did it so I didn't feel too bad). But I won't put you through that. We had a MMMAAARRRVVEEELLOOOUUSSS DAHHHLLING holiday. Enough said. And if you ever want to go to Iceland or England just call me up and I can give you some pointers. Deal? Deal.
So, we got back, tried to get into a normal sleeping pattern - ha! and decided to drive to the cottage to shut it down for the season. The weather was gorgeous and we got everything done in record time and headed back home.
Driving along the TransCanada.......Listening to Sirrius radio - 60's on 6 - which, it dawned on us was quite a few years back now, we listened and commented on how.....really.....really....bad some of the songs that we thought were amazing at the time where really....well....shit. Bad guitar work, sloppy drumming and people who just couldn't sing! Then the song of all songs came on. No, it wasn't the Beatles, even though they did play an obscure Beatles song that really wasn't up to par, no, it wasn't the Stones, or ABBA.....it was.....MacArthur Park sung by Richard Harris.......OOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO (which is, to those of you who know the song and have sung along, lemming-like, like the rest of us, ..........actually part of the lyrics (and are cleverly interjected here by me).
To those of you who don't know the song....consider yourselves very lucky...NO...that isn't what I wanted to say...that was a joke. To those of you who don't know the song I will give you a rather long explanation. Believe me, when you Google this song and give it a listen you will be very glad that I explained the true, deep meaning behind these lyrics.
MacArthur Park was written by Jimmy Web, who also wrote By the Time I Get to Phoenix, which is another 60's fav song to sing along to...unless of course you are the original singer... Glen Campbell. Okay - strike me dead now! I know he has Alzheimer's!
ANYWAY - Jimmy broke up with his gal pal, Susan and MacArthur Park is where they used to meet for lunch. AAAAHHHHH, how sweet. Soon after this break up Jimmy visited his friend Buddy Greco and composed this song on his piano. I have never heard of Buddy Greco, but apparently he is a lounge lizard of sorts and closes his own show with MacArthur Park and has done so for over 40 years! WHY???
MacArthur Park was composed as part of an intended 'cantata.' I had no clue what a cantata was/is.....I do, however, know what tatas are.....so I will save you some finger time on The Google and tell you right now - a cantata is a vocal composition with an instrumental accompaniment, typically in several movements. I know this now because I looked it up and you never know when I can use this during an awkward moment in conversation.
So, there is Jimmy toiling away on Buddy's piano and he comes up with the greatest lyrics of all time - no, he does not. What he comes up with is a song - in four movements - and no - none of them are bowel - relying heavily on the metaphor that love is like a cake in the rain. The song begins "as a poem about love and then moves into a lover's lament." OOOOHHHH NOOOOOO.
The lyrics were meant to be "symbolic and referred to the end of a love affair." Jimmy is quoted as saying and "those lyrics were all very real to me, but there has been a lot of intellectual venom." (towards the song).
Okay - let's just say that when MacArthur Park was used in the musical Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and was performed by the character Tick and passel of dancing cupcakes, giving literal interpretation to "someone left the cake out in the rain." (okay,,,everybody.....OOOOHHHH NOOOOO), it was meant to be taken seriously. After all, the Los Angeles times considered the song....polarizing. Well, it was the 60's.
The song actually went on to receive a Grammy for Best Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist. I kid you not. However, years later when Weird Al Yankovic recorded it, there wasn't even a mention.
So, who, you ask, was the vocalist? It was Richard Harris - best known for appearing in the movie version of Camelot. Apparently Richard decided that because he did so well singing in Camelot he should record a record - they had those back then. After listening 'exhaustively' to all of Jimmy Webb's compositions he decided on this one for his 'pop music debut.' I have a feeling both Richard and Jimmy had been eating too much "icing" nudge, nudge, wink, wink, off the cake. Richards ex-wife states "I think they just understood each other." Yeah, ya think? Maybe in THAT moment! Snort!
Look familiar?
He's the one in the middle.........no, don't know him?
How about now?
Just be thankful that Harry Potter was never made into a musical!
Here is a direct quote from a Youtube clip of said Richard singing said song....that is really worth watching because people actually critique this song.....and some call it genius!
Please - Read this with an excited British accent: "Imagine you are 60's songwriting genius Jimmy Webb and you've just penned a seven minute long psychedelic orchestral epic but no one wants to sing it....then you remember your drinking buddy.......the famous actor...he can sing a bit!"
The song is SEVEN minutes long.......with questionable lyrics and somehow we ALL KNOW IT!!!:
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and the prayers
Still love's hot, fevered iron
Like a strip-ed pair of pants
(Short instrumental interlude) - probably so you can think deeply on what you just heard
There would be another song for me
For I will sing it
There would be another dream for me
Someone will bring it - who?
I will drink the wine while it is warm - never a good idea
And never let you catch me looking at the sun - that's probably a good thing
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life, you'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky - huh?
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you - and wondering why - me too! Why?
(Much, much longer instrumental interlude) - I think this is one of the movements
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh noooooo
While driving back from the lake, merrily singing along to this song, Kris and I decided that if ever someone asks me for a recipe we will look at each other and belt out OOOOHHHHH NNNOOOOOOO! Because I may not have it...and I may...never....ever....have that recipe....again...OOOOHHHHH NNNNNOOOO.
Things I've learned this week:
Elvis Presley actually did a 'spoken word' album. It contained almost no actual music, compiled in a seemingly incomprehensible manner. It is listed in The Worst Rock and Roll Records of All Time, duly noting the lack of rock and roll on the album. The AllMusic review of the album states: "Some have called Having Fun with Elvis on Stage thoroughly unlistenable, but actually it's worse than that; hearing it is like witnessing an auto wreck that somehow plowed into a carnival freak show, leaving onlookers at once too horrified and too baffled to turn away."
Taxidermy is making a comeback. I'm thinkin' Joan rivers.
There is a 'Mystery' dish at our local Chinese takeaway....Lily?....Lily???
So, we got back, tried to get into a normal sleeping pattern - ha! and decided to drive to the cottage to shut it down for the season. The weather was gorgeous and we got everything done in record time and headed back home.
Driving along the TransCanada.......Listening to Sirrius radio - 60's on 6 - which, it dawned on us was quite a few years back now, we listened and commented on how.....really.....really....bad some of the songs that we thought were amazing at the time where really....well....shit. Bad guitar work, sloppy drumming and people who just couldn't sing! Then the song of all songs came on. No, it wasn't the Beatles, even though they did play an obscure Beatles song that really wasn't up to par, no, it wasn't the Stones, or ABBA.....it was.....MacArthur Park sung by Richard Harris.......OOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO (which is, to those of you who know the song and have sung along, lemming-like, like the rest of us, ..........actually part of the lyrics (and are cleverly interjected here by me).
To those of you who don't know the song....consider yourselves very lucky...NO...that isn't what I wanted to say...that was a joke. To those of you who don't know the song I will give you a rather long explanation. Believe me, when you Google this song and give it a listen you will be very glad that I explained the true, deep meaning behind these lyrics.
MacArthur Park was written by Jimmy Web, who also wrote By the Time I Get to Phoenix, which is another 60's fav song to sing along to...unless of course you are the original singer... Glen Campbell. Okay - strike me dead now! I know he has Alzheimer's!
ANYWAY - Jimmy broke up with his gal pal, Susan and MacArthur Park is where they used to meet for lunch. AAAAHHHHH, how sweet. Soon after this break up Jimmy visited his friend Buddy Greco and composed this song on his piano. I have never heard of Buddy Greco, but apparently he is a lounge lizard of sorts and closes his own show with MacArthur Park and has done so for over 40 years! WHY???
MacArthur Park was composed as part of an intended 'cantata.' I had no clue what a cantata was/is.....I do, however, know what tatas are.....so I will save you some finger time on The Google and tell you right now - a cantata is a vocal composition with an instrumental accompaniment, typically in several movements. I know this now because I looked it up and you never know when I can use this during an awkward moment in conversation.
So, there is Jimmy toiling away on Buddy's piano and he comes up with the greatest lyrics of all time - no, he does not. What he comes up with is a song - in four movements - and no - none of them are bowel - relying heavily on the metaphor that love is like a cake in the rain. The song begins "as a poem about love and then moves into a lover's lament." OOOOHHHH NOOOOOO.
The lyrics were meant to be "symbolic and referred to the end of a love affair." Jimmy is quoted as saying and "those lyrics were all very real to me, but there has been a lot of intellectual venom." (towards the song).
Okay - let's just say that when MacArthur Park was used in the musical Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and was performed by the character Tick and passel of dancing cupcakes, giving literal interpretation to "someone left the cake out in the rain." (okay,,,everybody.....OOOOHHHH NOOOOO), it was meant to be taken seriously. After all, the Los Angeles times considered the song....polarizing. Well, it was the 60's.
The song actually went on to receive a Grammy for Best Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist. I kid you not. However, years later when Weird Al Yankovic recorded it, there wasn't even a mention.
So, who, you ask, was the vocalist? It was Richard Harris - best known for appearing in the movie version of Camelot. Apparently Richard decided that because he did so well singing in Camelot he should record a record - they had those back then. After listening 'exhaustively' to all of Jimmy Webb's compositions he decided on this one for his 'pop music debut.' I have a feeling both Richard and Jimmy had been eating too much "icing" nudge, nudge, wink, wink, off the cake. Richards ex-wife states "I think they just understood each other." Yeah, ya think? Maybe in THAT moment! Snort!
Look familiar?
How about now?
Here is a direct quote from a Youtube clip of said Richard singing said song....that is really worth watching because people actually critique this song.....and some call it genius!
Please - Read this with an excited British accent: "Imagine you are 60's songwriting genius Jimmy Webb and you've just penned a seven minute long psychedelic orchestral epic but no one wants to sing it....then you remember your drinking buddy.......the famous actor...he can sing a bit!"
The song is SEVEN minutes long.......with questionable lyrics and somehow we ALL KNOW IT!!!:
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and the prayers
Still love's hot, fevered iron
Like a strip-ed pair of pants
(Short instrumental interlude) - probably so you can think deeply on what you just heard
There would be another song for me
For I will sing it
There would be another dream for me
Someone will bring it - who?
I will drink the wine while it is warm - never a good idea
And never let you catch me looking at the sun - that's probably a good thing
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life, you'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky - huh?
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you - and wondering why - me too! Why?
(Much, much longer instrumental interlude) - I think this is one of the movements
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh noooooo
While driving back from the lake, merrily singing along to this song, Kris and I decided that if ever someone asks me for a recipe we will look at each other and belt out OOOOHHHHH NNNOOOOOOO! Because I may not have it...and I may...never....ever....have that recipe....again...OOOOHHHHH NNNNNOOOO.
Things I've learned this week:
Elvis Presley actually did a 'spoken word' album. It contained almost no actual music, compiled in a seemingly incomprehensible manner. It is listed in The Worst Rock and Roll Records of All Time, duly noting the lack of rock and roll on the album. The AllMusic review of the album states: "Some have called Having Fun with Elvis on Stage thoroughly unlistenable, but actually it's worse than that; hearing it is like witnessing an auto wreck that somehow plowed into a carnival freak show, leaving onlookers at once too horrified and too baffled to turn away."
Taxidermy is making a comeback. I'm thinkin' Joan rivers.
There is a 'Mystery' dish at our local Chinese takeaway....Lily?....Lily???
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