Monday, November 30, 2015

ATF: More Mondays

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Monday Monday
The Mamas & The Papas
Monday Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me
Monday Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday Monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning
You gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday
How could you leave and not take me

Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day of the week is fine
Yeah
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
But Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me

Every other day
Every other day
Every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine
Yeah
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday Monday
It just turns out that way
Whoa Monday Monday
Don't go away
Monday Monday…



Manic Monday
The Bangles
Six o’clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin’ Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can’t be late
‘Cause then I guess I just won’t get paid
These are the days when you wish
Your bed was already made

It’ just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
My I don’t have to run day
It’s just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there

It’ just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
My I don’t have to run day
It’s just another manic Monday

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn’t it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment’s down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
Come on honey
Let’s go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you’re having fun

It’ just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
My I don’t have to run day
It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
It’s just another manic Monday

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Sunday, November 29, 2015

A Sunday Drive

Back during our childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.

 Link: [Black Box]


 Link: [Bookmarks]




 Link: [Brighid]













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Friday, November 27, 2015

Sites To See #460

The SOLE purpose of this series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as an endorsement, and I have included sites that I found rather disturbing.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.


 Link: [Vagueando]















***NOTE***
Alas, the time has come to end this series as is.  I plan on resurrecting it in a different form later on, but it all depends upon what happens with the new site in development.  In the meantime, the A Sunday Drive series will continue in its current form.

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Thursday, November 26, 2015

ATF: Backroads

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Country Roads
John Denver
Almost heaven
West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Blowing like a breeze

Country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mama
Take me home
Country roads

All my memories
Gather round her
Miner's lady
Stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty
Painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrop in my eye

Country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mama
Take me home
Country roads

I hear her voice in the morning hour as she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday
Yesterday

Country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mama
Take me home
Country roads
Country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mama
Take me home
Country roads
Take me home
Down country roads
Take me home
Down country roads



Country Road
James Taylor
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same
Mama don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again

But you know I could feel it
On a country road

Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they're coming to set me free
I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
But I can tell that it's bound to be

Because I could feel it child
Yeah
On a country road

I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road
Yeah

Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same child
Mama don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again

But I could feel it Lord
On a country road

Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down a country road

Country road

Whoa
Yeah
Walking on a country road

Country road
Country road

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

America the Beautiful


From time to time, I will rant and rave about the problems we have been way too content to simply endure in this country for far too long.  For we could do so much better, but I want it to be widely known and clearly understood that I am still most thankful for being born an American.

No, being born an American does not make me any more special than anyone born elsewhere.  For none of us would exist if our Heavenly Father did not want us to, and we are all precious in His sight.

Yeah, just the opposite sure seems much more likely.  For life in this world is a horror—even for those who appear to have it good.   After all, only a monster does not feel for the plight of the apparently less fortunate.

Ah, but we have our Heavenly Father’s promise that the suffering in this world is as nothing in comparison to the glory that is yet to come for all who will but want to truly spend all of eternity with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven as an heir to all that is His glory.

Deep down, you know if that is indeed true of yourself.  May it be true for our Heavenly Father’s sake, and consider that this world has never been meant to last but for a little while in comparison to the whole of eternity.  So, if He was willing to provide such temporary natural beauty, just imagine how beautiful His Kingdom of Heaven will be forevermore.  Is this not something we all should be thankful for?


America the Beautiful
Oh beautiful
For spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain
Majesties
Above the fruited plain

America
America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea

Oh beautiful
For pilgrim’s feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare
For freedom beat
Across the wilderness

America
America
God mend thine every flaw
Confirm thy soul
In self-control
Thy liberty in law

Oh beautiful
For heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self
Their country loved
And mercy more than life

America
America
May God thy gold refine
‘Til all success
Be nobleness
And every gain divine

Oh Beautiful
For patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster
Cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears

America
America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea

Oh beautiful
For halcyon skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain

America
America
God shed his grace on thee
‘Til souls wax fair
As earth and air
And music-hearted sea

Oh beautiful
For pilgrim’s feet
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare
For freedom beat
Across the wilderness

America
America
God shed his grace on thee
‘Til paths be wrought
Through wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee

Oh beautiful
For glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice
For man's avail
Men lavished precious life

America
America
God shed his grace on thee
‘Til selfish gain
No longer stain
The banner of the free

Oh beautiful
For patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster
Cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears

America
America
God shed his grace on thee
‘Til nobler men
Keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee

Oh beautiful
For spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain
Majesties
Above the fruited plain

America
America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
  
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Monday, November 23, 2015

ATF: Guilty Pleasures

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

***CAUTION***
If you are somewhat sensitive to overt sexual and/or demonic imagery, the following videos might be upsetting.

Link: [Scooter]


Nessaja
Scooter
Always lived my life alone
Been searching for the place called home
I know that I've been cold as ice
Ignored the dreams
Too many lies
Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found
The child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never
Too late

3 a.m.

The painted cow

Yeah

You ain't stoppin’ us now
Wonderful human beings

Yeah
I am the Junglist souldier

Come On
The rocket launcher stops ya

It's not a bird
It's not a plane
It must be Dave
Who’s on the train
Wanna wanna get'cha
Gonna gonna get'cha
Tell them that I told ya
Yeah

Always lived my life alone
Been searching for the place called home
I know that I've been cold as ice
Ignored the dreams
Too many lies
Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found
The child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never
Too late

Allright
Are you ready
It's not a game
I chant so much
I turn you insane
Wanna wanna get'cha
Gonna gonna get'cha
Messing up the area
Yeah

Come on

I am the freshman
Messing up the jam
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan

Skippy
The rain won’t come

Somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside me
I found
The child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never
Too late



Dragula
Rob Zombie
Dead I am the one
Exterminate His Son
Slipping through the trees
Strangling the breeze

Dead I am the sky
Watchin' angels fry
While they slowly turn
Conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am the pools
Spreading from the fools
We can watch you knead
Nowhere as you bleed

Dead I am the rat
Feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur
Dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby
Do it baby

Do it baby
Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead I am the life
Dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone
Twenty-one to win

Dead I am the dog
Hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back
I can never die

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby
Do it baby

Do it baby
Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
An' slam in the back of my
Dragula

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

***NOTE***
Tomorrow is my 58th birthday.

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