Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

I think we all like Hendrix.

Best not Youtube the thread away.

Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

Missing You

Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here
And you're miles away
And I'm wondering why you left
And there's a storm that's raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time
Thinking about you
And it's almost driving me wild
And that's my heart that's breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you
No matter
What my friends say
There's a message in the wild
And I'm sending you this signal tonight
You don't know how desperate I've become
And it looks like I'm losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning
Though I'm trying hard to understand
And it's my heart that's breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
But I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you
No matter what I might say
And there's a message that I'm sending out
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can't bridge this distance
Stop this heartbreak overload
'Cause I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you
No matter what I might say
I ain't missing you (I ain't missing you)
No way
Since you've been gone away (I can lie to myself these days)
I ain't missing you
And there's a storm that's raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
And I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you
No matter what my friends say
I ain't missing you
I ain't missing you (I can lie to myself these days)
I ain't missing you at all, I ain't missing you (No way, baby)
No matter what my friends say (I'm doing fine here)
And I ain't missing you at all
I ain't missing you
I keep lying to myself every time I think of you
I'm okay
I'm doing fine here from day to day
I ain't missing you
I can lie to myself
Songwriters: Cha Sanford / John Waite / Mark Leonard

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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

“Herbily berbilly” says Miss Wise,
And throws her apron over her head.
Miss Wise dances all the day,
She does not have to earn her bread.
She plucks a flower from a bush
To tuck it in her ginger hair,
Skewers a petal with a pin,
Knowing she is young and fair.
Shoes thrown off
The grass is sweet
Shorn and cool
To the curled, blanched feet.
“Come” they say, “It starts to rain
Miss Wise, put them on again”
She holds blue beads to her chicken throat,
Makes fast a lace trimmed silken glove.
Towards the gate she goes to meet
Her everlasting living love.
“Come back , Miss Wise, it’s time for tea”
They do not argue, firmly take her hand,
“There’s lardy cake and currant buns to eat,
And on the radio a dancing band.”
Oh! Herbily berbilly”, says Miss Wise
And throws her apron over her head.
Miss Wise dances all the day,
She does not have to earn her bread.
©MJB

Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

Good Morning Possums
Nice stuff Ciderz.

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Nice to see Spring is in the air, nice bit of music and verse too, a bit of sun certainly makes folks put on a happy face around my area.
I’m busy at the bench working like a dorg, making money to buy her things while I should be sleeping like a lorg, instead of making rings, as the song goes.
Something funny happened in the local last Wednesday, well I thought it was funny, I’ll tell you about it later when I’m finished working.
I do miss the Gumbud fella.

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I don't!
Nasty,anti-social,miserable,derogatory,shameful bucket of pus,so he is! I don't miss that pleb at ALL!

.....well,ok.......maybe just a TINY bit......

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Ah come on now Pug me lad, we all know that deep down you had a soft spot for our Gummy.

Thank God I know naw thing about politics, but there must be a terrible smell in the house of commons lately, all that hot sweaty air rising, is that why that little fella with the red face sitting in the high chair keeps shouting “Odour odour odour!!!” God help the man, nobody listens to him, and he would be getting the full blast of the stink being elevated in that seat.

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Great craic in Mick’s Bar the other night, there wasn’t as much excitement there since Fanny Del Roy the old belly dancer come stripper refused to drop the last veil and that young bowsey Paddy Maguire jumped up on the stage to pull it off her, only to discover “She” was a man, yells of fraud, cheat, he-whore, and bastard filled the air, Fanny was off like a light, it was the quickest escape from a stage in Irish history, she/he was never seen again.
Back to last night, and I’ll try to condense it as much as I can without losing the gist of it.
It was a fairly mild night considering it’s still march and we were all chatting away as the fat lady on the small stage was singing “Show me the way to Amarillo” (this song seems to have cornered the top spot in pub singing today, some of the elders here will remember when the number 1 was “Roll out the Barrel”)
At about 10.30 the door opens and in walks a man in his thirties, he’s wearing a pair of black shoes and nothing else. he has a stationary smile on his face as he slowly makes his way through the packed pub. all the women are laughing, some are pretending to be shocked, one great grandmother shouts out in a cackled voice “I see ya baby, shaking’ ya ass”, all the men are trying to figure out if they know the fella, I didn’t.
The fat lady stops singing because she is laughing so much. The man then heads into the gents toilet, two barmen rush in after him carrying towels and a bar apron that was hanging on a hook behind the counter, quick thinkers these bar lads.
It was only at closing time that we found out what it was all about. It seems the landlords son was filming a scene for a film he was making, something to do with James Joyce’s Bloomsday, hoped to be shown at the Cork film festival later this year. Two girls and a young lad were among the bar crowd filming the whole thing, the landlord had given permission to film in his pub but had to keep it secret or it would spoil the expressions on the patrons faces if they were expecting it.
Incidentally the naked man had nothing to write home about, so most of the men went home feeling quite adequate. A good bit of unexpected laugh and no creatures were hurt in the process.

I always think that unexpected fun is the best kind of fun, and unexpected trouble is the worst kind of trouble.

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Jem, was the geezer aroused, by the crew???