Who ? Me ?


I transcribed the lyrics to this song since it can not be found on the WWW. The song yes.

The lyrics are below. I did my best. It’s a neat song by Tex Williams. My dad used to listen to it.

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

Man, you telling me..I got into trouble talking, me of all people. Why I was just walking along the street and met a pretty girl. She said ” Let’s stop in some cafe and get me a bite too eat”

I said “Who are you talking too ?”
She said “You” and I said ” Who ? and she said “You” and I said “Me” she said “Yes”

No, I said “no lady I don’t, well we see we never met well I’d like too but we I’m little short on I mean it’s a long ways too I couldn’t afford but no you see but I took her though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

Now when we was through eating she just sit there talking yap yap yap like women will.
The waiter came over and handed me the biggest bill and said “that’s for you” I said “Who are you talking too”
He said “You” and I said ” Who” He said “You” and I said “Me”
He said “Yes” and I said “No, you’ve got the wrong $18, not for what a cup of coffee and a half ,no we didn’t even have, no I won’t pay it, call the manager, I paid him though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

Now I don’t know exactly how it happened but that gal sure hooked me for life

Next thing I know I was standing in front of a preacher and he was saying “Do you take this girl to be your loving wife”

I said “Who are you talking too ?”
He said “You” and I said “Who”
He said “You” and I said “Me” he said “Yes”
I said “”No,I hardly know, I bought her, may have kissed her,her mama wouldn’t like, she’s too young. I married her though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

Now when we got home that night I was so tired I was wishing I was dead.But she was feeling fine and she said honey it was 2 o’clock and it was time for us to go too bed

I said “Who are you talking too?
She said “You” and I said “Who” and she said “You”
and I said “Me” She said “Yes” I said “Honey Alright”

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

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A Time for Every Season


How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
James 4:14

What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

I always liked this scripture.

Life is like that.

Seasons in our life.

Summertime reminds me of my youth,carefree and apprehensive at the same time

Spring~reminds me of new things. Daffodils coming through the semi-frozen ground

Fall reminds me that all things change, leaves fall, people move away, loved ones die

Winter reminds me that I am retired now and my hair is starting to get gray (Hi-lights ?) … I move slower and I see ME in those older folks,especially when I look in the mirror and see the reflection of my mother staring back at me.I dressed to go out the other day and my daughter commented “You look just like grandma;she was so beautiful.”
That was such a nice thing to hear.

Most importantly~The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.

Lyrics Elusive Butterfly 1966 Bob Lin
The year I graduated…

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin’
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Elusive Butterfly

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“How Many Times, How Many Lies”


I Should have believed…

All the ones who told me about you…

All the times you told me they wanted you back and these bitches were just trying to cause problems because they were desperate and pathetic

I know what it means about the negatives in trashing someone who TOTALLY needs to be trashed.
If I hear one more person tell me “To get over it” I may look like the Scream doll that Edvard Munch painted.
I had a blow up of that also,but I beat it to death.

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Positive feedback:
The sociopathic N is very convincing and charming. I think you should blow the lid off him and expose him fully, even if only for a while. Then remove it. Trust me, Google will keep it forever anyway. Tee-hee. You’d be protecting many women from the same horror.

You want to hear a really good one. As I mentioned in the Letters I will Never send I WAS told so many times about his habits of collecting hearts and kids.
This past one, probably not his last; but at any rate she told me “Move On! Get a life,you are desperate and pathetic

Wonder where she heard that from…OH right, from HIM.

“How Many Times, How Many Lies”

They would try to tell me something

Oh, but I was hearing nothing

When they said you was just playing me

I didn’t listen

I didn’t want to

You couldn’t find a blinder fool

I’m here

Searching through the wreckage

Wondering why the message never got through

And I found I misplaced all of my faith

How could I put my faith in you?

How many times?

How many lies?

How long you been sneaking?

How long you been creeping around?

How many lies?

How many times?

Were you here deceiving

While I was here believing in you

I got to put the blame on myself

Should’ve known with everyone else

Just knowing they knew you was just bad news

I should’ve walked out (I should’ve walked out)

I should’ve seen clear (I should’ve seen clear)

I’m glad your sad ass is out of here

I’ve gone and thrown out all the records

All the ones that ever reminded me of you

I’ve gone and tore up all the pictures

Cause there was not one shred of truth

There were so many times

There were so many lies

I don’t know why I stayed on you

There were so many days

There were so many games

I should’ve thrown your sad ass out

But now the game is through

I’ll never trust in you

I’ve finally got wise

I opened up my eyes

Your game is over

I’ve gone and thrown out all the records

All the ones that ever reminded me of you

I’ve gone and tore up all the pictures

‘Cause there was not one shred of truth

I opened up my eyes

Oh Yeah

Lyrics and song by The Pussycat Dolls

Kokopelli is a fertility deity, usually depicted as a humpbacked flute player (often with a huge phallus and feathers or antenna-like protrusions on his head), who has been venerated by some Native American cultures in the Southwestern United States. Like most fertility deities, Kokopelli presides over both childbirth and agriculture. He is also a trickster god and represents the spirit of music.

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