This is Halloween

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This – our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat ’till the neighbours gonna die of fright
In this town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes with spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town, we call home,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner then, hiding in the trash can
Something’s waiting and it'll pounce
And how you'll scream!
This is Halloween; red and black; and slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween
I am the clown with the tear – away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the ‘who’ when you call “who's there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow in the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween,
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare
That’s our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everyone’s waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin!
This is Halloween, and everybody scream
Won't you please make way for a very special guy?
Skeleton Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin king
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town, we call home
Everyone hails to the pumpkin song
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Wheeeeeeeeee! *giggling*

Danny Elfman

(Photo by George Silk- I recently discovered how he accomplished the warped imagery. He used the same camera that's used at the Kentucky Derby for photo-fishes. Look up Mr. Silk and his array of downright cool Halloween photos on the net.)

70 Years Ago Today...

Orson Welles scared the crap out of my grandparents. Both of my grandmothers were pregnant with my parents at the time, how interesting!

Rain Puddles...finis

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. ~e.e. cummings

A Photo from Game One of the 2008 World Series

By the time it's over all of humanity will have evolved to the point where we'll be massive balls of pure energy.

(In truth this a photograph, taken by the late great George Silk , of the 1960 World Series in Pittsburg. I imagine the gents raising their fists with joy and shouting, "Bully!")

In My Tree

up here in my tree, yeah
newspapers matter not to me, yeah
no more crowbars to my head, yeah
i'm tradin' stories with leaves instead, yeah
wave to all my friends, yeah
they don't seem to notice me, no
all their eyes trained on the street, yo, no
sidewalks, cigarettes, and seen the tempted
it's up here so high i start to mistake
up here so high in the sky, i scrape
i'm so high i hold just one breathe
a deep breathe in my chest
just like innocence
i remember when, yeah
swore i blew everything away, yeah
let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah
it's growin' up just like me, yeah
i'm so light, the wind he shakes
i'm so high up in the sky, i scrape, yeah
i'm so high i hold just one breathe
to go back to my nest... sleeping innocence
up here so high the boughs may break
up here so high in the sky i sway
and my eyes peeled both wide open
and i got a glimpse of my innocence
got back my inner sense... really got it... still got it.

Pearl Jam

(I took these photos with an expired disposible Fuji camera...not bad!)

Cold Weather Breakfast

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. ~Leonardo DaVinci

October...

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. ~Carol Bishop Hipps In a Southern Garden, 1995

He would have been 90 today...

"My birthday began with the water -Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose In rainy autumnAnd walked abroad in a shower of all my days"
'Poem in October' from Dylan Thomas'

Timeless Melody

The melody always finds me
Whenever the thought reminds me
Breaking a chain inside my head
The melody chord unwinds me
The rhythm of life unties me
Brushing the hands of time away
If you look in your mind
Do you know what you will find
Open your mind...
Even the words they fail me
Oh look what it's doing to me
I never say what I want to say
It's only a word believe me
If only the world could see me
I promise I'd send the word away
If you look with your eyes
Do you know what you will find
Open your mind

The La's

Rain Puddle Reflections Pt. 1

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. Robert Browning

It's Autumn So....

Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time
Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time
I met you when you were a twenty, and I was twenty,
but thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady will be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown...
Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time
I know it all from Diogenis to Foucault
from Lozgechkin to Paspartu
I ja kljanus obostzav dva paltza
schto muziko poshla ot Zzukov Mu
Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time
So Fio-Fio-Fioletta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja!
Eh podayte nam karetu, votetu, i mi poedem k ebenjam!
So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time!...

Gogol Bordello

(Thanks to Shuggie for being a sport and wearing the purple scarf)

And welcome to post 50...

Dogs got personality. Personality goes a long way. Quentin Tarantino

A treat from Alexandria

On Hot Chocolate:

It flatters you for a while, it warms you for an instant; then all of a sudden, it kindles a mortal fever in you."Marie, Marquise de Sévigné, 17th century

My Birthday Books Are Nancy Pearl Approved!

Some books leave us free and some books make us free. Ralph Waldo Emerson

In my dreams last night...

William Butler Yeats recited "The Second Coming" to me:

Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat twenty centuries of stony sleepWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The end is nigh!

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it. Mark Twain

As Halloween Nears aka Eye Candy For Moe...

From Novel Destinations:

SpookySite: Come Halloween there's no spookier place to be than Sleepy Hollow, when the town-and the whole of the Hudson River valley- celebrates its storied past with Legend Weekend, featuring events such as scarecrow-making, the Great Jack O'Lantern Blaze, and spine-tingling nighttime ghost story walks.

Sleepy Hollow's Old Dutch Church and the adjacent Old Dutch burying ground (http://www.olddutchburyingground.org/) are the memorable locales where Ichabod Crane had his fateful encounter with the Headless Horseman. The church hosts dramatic readings of Irving's ghostly tale during Legend Weekend while the cemetary- where the Headless Horseman tethered his steed-still has ghoulish tombstones dating from the 17th century. Nearby is the Sleepy Hollow Cemetary (540 North Broadway), where Irving was laid to rest.

Sleepy Hollow Cemetary has a section called Author's Ridge. Not only is Irving here but also Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Louisa May Alcott and her fahter Bronson as well. http://www.concordma.gov/

And a quote from the Eye Candy:I guess I'm attracted to these off beat roles because my life has been a bit abnormal. The only thing I have a problem with is being labeled. Johnny Depp

I (Heart) Marilyn Monroe

From time to time I make it rhyme but don't hold that kind of thing against me- Oh well what the hell so it won't sell what I want to tell- is what's on my mind taint Dishes taint Wishes it's thoughts flinging by before I die and to think in ink

Marilyn Monroe

Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
Up above aliens hover
Making home movies for the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets
They're all uptight, uptight, uptight
They're all uptight, uptight, uptight
...uptight
I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I'd love to see it
I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be alright
I'm just uptight, uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight,
...uptight,
...uuuuup....tight

Only in the South...

...Does a man not only wear a bad hair-do, but keeps it for 20+ years. Billy Ray Cyrus called, even he doesn't want his mullet back.

Double Meaning

This town
Is going like a ghost town.
All the clubs are being closed down.
This Place
Is coming like a ghost town.
Bands won't play no more,
Too much fighting on the dance floor.
Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played in any boomtown.
This town is going like a ghost town.
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf.
This place is coming like a ghost town.
No job to be found in this country.
Can't go on no more.
People getting angry.

You really do like me!

Flowers from my oldest bestest friend Moe!

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. Toni Morrison

Autumn Song

Wear your eyes as dark as nights
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create
Now baby what you've done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair
Done to your hair, done to your hair
Done to your hair, done to your hair
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
Now baby what you've done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair
Wear your eyes as dark as nights
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create
Born to create, born to create
Born to create, born to create
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
So wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come

Manic Street Preachers