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