Playing For Keeps


Lyrics

You prayed to have your name, scattered on the lips of the young.
And now you claim, that it’s you in the tips of their tongues.
If your proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well.
It must sting to Give up everything and realize that they don’t want you.

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

A hollow sound, is ringing where your heart used to be.
Have you found, that the admiration will never set you free?
Get your lies prepared, your next in line for judgement day.
Now, aren’t you prayin’ aren’t you begging that it’s anyone else?

It’s a lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Well I bet you’re sorry now.
You did this to yourself.
Well I bet you’re sorry now.
Well aren’t you sorry now?

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

 

Lullaby of Pi


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Just finished watching “Life of Pi”  Tears are still fresh on my face.

To describe this move is not an easy feat. It is a fantasy adventure of a young man’s journey.

His name is Piscine Molitor

Shipwrecked, the heartache of losing his family,alone on the vast ocean of Life.

He realizes on his small life boat he has travelers. A huge Bengal cat named “Richard Parker”

How the tiger got it’s name and the tale of alternating stories to satisfy insurance mongrels, is left for you too see.

Of course the story of the animals and how they were portrayed in metaphors is THE Story.

The soundtrack is mesmerizing and hauntingly beautiful.

My favorite is the Lullaby.

Dreamscapes


Listening to “Taken by Trees” Dreams~ from Other Worlds
I made a new playlist called “Scapes” 🙂

I know it’s Not a dream

The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.–
Robert Frost

 

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©2013 Cynthia Martz

Dylan Outtakes


http://70dayweekend.com/2012/11/29/bob-dylan-modest-mouse-and-the-end-of-the-world/

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The FreeWheelin Dylan

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BOB DYLAN “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” record album.

This is a RARE one folks, to begin with it’s a white label PROMO radio station DJ copy that lists the four deleted tracks “Rocks And Gravel”, “Let Me Die In My Footsteps”, “Gamblin’ Willie’s Dead Man’s Hand” and “Talkin’ John Birch Blues”, but those songs are NOT on the record itself, it actually plays the songs as listed on the record album cover.

Lyrics:

Bob Dylan
Let Me Die In my Footprints

I will not go down under the ground
“Cause somebody tells me that death’s comin’ ’round
An’ I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin’ that the end is close by
“Stead of learnin’ to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don’t know if I’m smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin’ the wool over me
And if this war comes and death’s all around
Let me die on this land ‘fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s always been people that have to cause fear
They’ve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I’ve not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you’ll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.

 

My brother is what I like to fondly call the Mountain Man.

He camps in the great Pacific NorthWest. Pans for Gold, hunts Bigfoot and always has his dog Ripley by his side.

The man of many stories and adventures 🙂

My Bro Bigfoot Bob