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And you run .. Time

….and you run to catch up with the sun buts it’s sinking….
Remember that Pink Floyd song? Time. Oh so true it is.

Any way, I have my gallery almost ready from prime time. I need to upload more shots and make the galleries, and I don’t know when I will have the TIME to do that.

A few posts back (here) I was talking about one of my favorite hang outs that was crumbling away [that was CyberCrew]… well it’s impossible to keep a good forum down, so what has happened is a new great forum has had the opportunity to Rise Up! Check out the Digital Asylum. [this one is gone now too] I am very happy about this, I had missed the old ‘other to be nameless’ forum and this one is much better.

We are working at lot out at the house, lots of movement this year. Got 3 scrappy old oaks down that helps with the light and firewood, I am painting the kitchen area of the house now. A light yellow/green on the lid, a pale green on one wall and a bright yellow on the other, with an accent wall I hope to be deep hibscus red, we’ll see if I can find the paint.

Going to Eureka all day tomorrow, mostly for errands, maybe we will see a movie. We have to put a new engine in the truck, this is gonna make us really tighten our belts so to speak for awhile.

Ok, for those who managed to read through most of that drivel,
here’s a treat, Agave.

I am waiting for it to be in full flower, wasn’t there yet today.
The site this gallery is sitting in needs a major overhaul, and that is next on my tech list of things I want to do for myself.

Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

~ from http://www.allfloyd.com/lyrics/DSOTM.html


Bruce Cockburn is back from Iraq

Bruce is back from Iraq, and you can start reading about his trip, Interview by Mike Ferner and Interview by Bob Doran.

He is also back out on tour, this time touring with Julie Wolf. I am so excited!!!

Bruce Cockburn - KMUD - Mateel Poster

Bruce will be here in Humboldt County at the Mateel Community Center on February 22, 2004 as I stated here.
Check out some POSTERS for this gig from KMUD.

I have been listening to a live show from Hamilton Place, for more info on how to get live shows, check out BC-LIVE, which just rocks.


Bruce had been playing this song a lot in concert, although he wrote it in 1985, it is still as timely as it was then.

And They Call It Democracy

Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament —
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called “developed” nations’
Idolatry of ideology

North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It’s just spend a buck to make a buck
You don’t really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there’s one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you’re going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there’s one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt


World of Wonders by Bruce Cockburn

Testing Song Linkage

I was dismayed that I wouldn’t be able to link to Bruce’s song lyrics from the CockburnProject directly from here (and stay in validation) because of odd coding on the Project. But I think I have that worked out, lets see:

World of Wonders — only one of many of my favorite songs.

Stand on a bridge before the cavern of night
Darkness alive with possibility
Nose to this wind full of twinkling lights
Trying to catch the scent of what’s coming to be (in this)
World of wonders…

Somewhere a saxophone slides through changes
Like a wet pipe dripping down my neck
Gives me a chill — sounds like danger
But I can’t stop moving till I cross this sector (of this…)

World of wonders…

There’s a rainbow shining in a bead of spittle
Falling diamonds in rattling rain
Light flexed on moving muscle
I stand here dazzled with my heart in flames (at this…)

World of wonders…

Moment of peace like brief arctic bloom
Red/gold ripple of the sun going down
Line of black hills makes my bed
Sky full of love pulled over my head

World of wonders…

[in the future I will be linking to mp3s or YouTubes! yeah for technology!]