pickitup

Link..  What a guy...

Already said I can't record here where I 'live' now so I'm
digging out lots of old stuff, this is the first song I ever
recorded at Runway Farm. Like any song/music it
evokes so many memories of people and places.
   Lived and worked at Runway Farm from 2000,
where I started a whole new life, met so so many new
people, almost all of them thought I was 'OK' so
much so that even I began to believe in myself.
A few of these 'new' people I wouldn't want to
meet again, and a few I would love to see again,
but sadly they're gone from us.
    I finally stopped living at Runway and bought
a flat..60a.. where I lived for a dozen years or so,
but hey, it's all gone, Runway Farm, 60a, my
work, my very identity, all gone. For seventeen
years I had some great days, even begun to
believe in myself , but I'm low on energy now,
not sure I can begin another new life......
but hey... you never know.

KRO

Skins cover by Melanie H.

Link... Melanie H.

Song for Laydi

Link... Laydi..



KRO

Trudi

Link... Daylight thief..

Head phones please...    KRO

Poem 16

     The Walrus and the Carpenter............... Lewis Carroll

The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:

He did his best to make

The billows smooth and bright-

And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,

Because she thought the sun

Had got no business to be there

After the day was done-

"It's very rude of him " she said

"To come and spoil the fun."

The sea was wet as wet could be,

The sands were dry as dry.

You could not see a cloud, because

No cloud was in the sky:

No birds were flying overhead-

There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Were walking close at hand;

They wept like anything to see

Such quantities of sand:

If this were only cleared away,

They said, it would be grand!

If seven maids with seven mops

Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose, the Walrus said,

That they could get it clear?

I doubt it said the Carpenter,

And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us"

The Walrus did beseech.

A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk

Along the briny beach:

"We cannot do with more than four

To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him

But never a word he said:

The eldest Oyster winked his eye,

And shook his heavy head-

Meaning to say he did not choose

To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up

All eager for the treat:

Their coats were brushed, their faces washed

Their shoes were clean and neat-

And this was odd, because, you know,

They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them

And yet another four;

And thick and fast they came at last,

And more, and more, and more-

All hopping through the frothy waves,

And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Walked on a mile or so,

And they rested on a rock

Conveniently low:

And all the little Oysters stood

And waited in a row.

"The time has come" the Walrus said,

"To talk of many things:

Of shoes-and ships-and sealing wax-

Of cabbages-and kings-

And why the sea is boiling hot-

And whether pigs have wings."

But wait a bit, the Oysters cried

Before we have our chat:

For some of us are out of breath

And all of us are fat.

"No hurry" said the Carpenter.

They thanked him much for that.

A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,

Is what we chiefly need:

Pepper and vinegar besides

Are very good indeed-

Now if you're ready Oysters dear

We can begin to feed.

But not on us the Oysters cried

Turning a little blue.

After such kindness that would be

A dismal thing to do.

The night is fine the Walrus said,.

Do you admire the view?

It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
I've had to ask you twice.

It seems a shame the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick.
The Carpenter said nothing but
This butter's spread to thick.

I weep for you the Walrus said
I deeply sympathize.
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
before his streaming eyes.

O Oysters said the Carpenter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

KRO

Van Morrison - Sweet Thing(HQ/HD video) lyrics.

.Astral Weeks ..



Link... click on 'show more' for lyrics
cool video, bet he takes it down.

Poem 15........ fleet foxes....drops in the river

Crown of leaves high in the window on a cold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always
Only you, only you, you know.

Years ago birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you know.

You hesitate, so my memory's fade I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go.
Only you, only you, you know
Only you, only you, you know

You hesitate, so my memory's fade, I'll hold  to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go, let it go.

Speak to me slow my dear
No ghost of course in here
Pleased, to be lonesome quiet and clear
All is alone in here.



Link...take me some where else.. it does