Thanks for the heart; I'll getchya back.

[RadiationTherapy]

I got to get paid first.

And finish listening to this Cat Stevens song without crying.

[redwitch]

1. on noes! What song?

:hug:

[RadiationTherapy]

3. Ah ha!! I knew the "crying" would flush you out!

Suckaaaaaaahhhh!


*sniff*

"how can I tell you" from Teaser and the Firecat.

How can there be so much love and not enough at the same time?

I miss everyone I've ever known.

Now '81 poop hatch' by Captn Beefheart. Spoken word plainly; again...too poignant for me.

My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar …
big poop hatch with a cotton hatch – hatch holes that the light shows in and the light shows out …
and the little red fence …
and the wire and the wood …
and the barbs and the berries …
and the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims …
and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold …
trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blocking an ant’s vision …
and the mice played in its air holes and valves …
a ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower …
its hum heard just above the ground …
black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window …
birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper …
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers …
rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins …
cereal and stone …
matches and masks and mace and clubs …
and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet …
cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines …
a silver wing – a cloud – a rumbling of a cloud …
a crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial …
neighbors laugh through sandwiches …
Harlem babies – their stomachs explode into roars …
their eyes shiny with starvation …
spreckled hula dance on my phonograph …
my door rattles windy …
sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear …
a typical musician’s nest of thoughts filter through dust speakers …
"Why don’t you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock ‘n’ roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch …
the surface of a friend …
this high book a friend laid on me …
on the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought …
strain on the spoon like a wheat check – check Bif – cotton popping out of his sleeve …
poop hatch open – big poop hatch with a cotton hatch – hatch holes – got to pick up the horns …
but the head won’t move until it walks - DVV

[redwitch]

14. How can I tell you is pretty darn sad.

But you lost me at Captain Beefheart, one of my hubby's faves that I just don't get at all. :-)

[Nickster]

2. It's gotta be Peace Train.

[RadiationTherapy]

4. Bah. Too cynical, but I was there once.

Now Blind Melon

Why is my ipod trying to mke me CRY!?

NEEEEVVVVVVEEEERRRRR!!!! ARRRRRRGGGGGHGHHHHH!

[Nickster]

5. Hell, I'm twice as cynical as anyone and Peace Train gets me verklempt. But Blind Melon???

What the heck are you thinking? Why would you darken your ipod with that dreck?

[RadiationTherapy]

7. I. But, you.. Bubbb. Harumph... I

Blind Melon authored some of the most heartfelt and amazingly lyrical songs I have ever heard. Though, these days, I forget if I love some songs or if the time in my life they represent just means too much to me.

I love blind melon forever. Shannon Hoon and Me (and others. and women.) forever!

[Nickster]

11. You are obviously too far gone for my help. :-)

[RadiationTherapy]

12. I like my own music best.

[Nickster]

13. I'll have to give that a listen too.

[redqueen]

6. I'm trying to figure out which Cat Stevens song

is most likely to get me crying... hmmmmm

[RadiationTherapy]

8. Sad Lisa?

Maybe Your Right?

If you Wanna Sing Out Sing Out?

Boy With the Moon and Star on His Head? (do you have a son? This song can make a mom cry)

[redqueen]

9. No, two daughters.

I think it'd be Trouble or How Can I Tell You...

[RadiationTherapy]

10. Trouble is a tough one.

My daughter's song just came on: Little Puppy Snowflake