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last dance

 
wasted and wounded
and it ain't what the moon did 
i got what i paid for now
see you tomorrow
hey frank can i borrow
a couple of bucks from you
to go waltzing matilda waltzing matilda
you'll go waltzing matilda with me

i'm an innocent victim
of a blinded alley
and i'm tired of all these soldiers here 
no-one speaks english 
and everything's broken
and my strength is soaking away
to go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you'll go a waltzing malitda with me

now the dogs they are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
i begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and i'm down on my knees tonight

old bushmills i staggered
you buried the dagger
your silhouette window light
to go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you'll go a waltzing matilda with me

now i've lost my st. christopher
now that i kissed her
and the one-arm bandit knows
and the maverick chinaman
with the cold-blooded sigh
and the girls down by the striptease shows go
waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you'll go a waltzing matilda with me

no i don't want your sympathy 
fugitives say
that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnet
and the ghost that sells memories
want a piece of the action anyhow
go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you'll go waltzing matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor
and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that matilda's the defendant
she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you'll go waltzing matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase
in a hotel someplace
and a wound that would never heal
no prima donnas the perfume is on
and old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street-sweepers,
the night watchmen flame-keepers
and goodnight matilda too
goodnight matilda too.

The one and only Tom Waits

these are the days

 

Whenever God Shines His Light

 
 

sugar sugar

 
gar

coffee

 
 


My Desperations and The Skin Horse

“What is real” asks the Velveteen Rabbit.
“I think, therefore I am”, answers Descartes.

The problem is that Rene’s answer leaves you inside your own head with nowhere to go.
The Skin Horse knows the answer though… He was loved…hugged and loved bare...  loved into existence.

I know there are those that look upon my soul as undeveloped and needy, immature because I believe. I believe that souls connect and that LOVE is what makes us real… real beyond the boundaries where logic and razors Occam fail.

A mother’s son, old friends fast, and a lover dear; each encounter is a new birth, a celebration for both.
For I believe in you, and you in me, and that is what makes us real.

Descartes; “Cogito ergo sum”. He was wrong.
The Skin Horse got it right.
So out into this day I go,
trying desperately to loose some fur…

Ego sum diligo proinde ego sum.
(I am loved therefore I am)





find Velveteen Rabbit to read on line at:
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/williams/rabbit/rabbit.html 

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Previous Posts
My Life, posted March 6th, 2014
last dance, posted January 3rd, 2013, 1 comment
these are the days, posted October 21st, 2012
Whenever God Shines His Light, posted July 18th, 2011, 1 comment
sugar sugar, posted May 27th, 2011, 1 comment
coffee, posted February 6th, 2011, 2 comments
My Desperations and The Skin Horse, posted January 12th, 2011

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