Saturday, August 31, 2013

Creepy Love Song #7


Under My Thumb by The Rolling Stones

Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around

It's down to me

The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb

Ain't it the truth babe?

Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways

It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright

Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world

It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb

Ah, take it easy babe, yeah

It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright

Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else

It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.

Say it's all...
Say it's all...
Say it's all...

Friday, August 30, 2013

Creepy Love Song #6


Don't Say Goodnight (It's Time For Love) by The Isley Brothers

I wanna love you, yeah, over and over again
I wanna see, see what you're like, like in bed, over and over
Hey, hey, don't say goodnight
When you know it's time for love

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Don't say goodnight
Oh, when you know I gotta have your love

I wanna feel you, I wanna thrill you girl
I want to caress you, ooh
Help undress you girl

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey baby
Don't say goodnight
Oh, when you know I gotta have your love

And ooh baby, don't say goodnight
When you know I gotta have your love

Some people say that life is for the living
So lets live it baby, yeah

Most of the people say that love is for the giving
So let me love you girl, yeah

Hey babe
Don't say goodnight
Oh, when you know it's time for love

Hey
Don't say goodnight,
When you know I gotta have your love

Some people say that life is for the living
So lets live it baby, yeah

Most of the people say that love is for the giving
So let me love you girl, yeah

And hey, baby, don't say goodnight, oh
When you know I gotta have your love

And hey, baby, don't you ever say goodnight
Oh when you know I gotta have your love

Ooh we babe, don't ever, ever say, don't ever, ever, say
Ever, ever, ever say...

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Creepy Love Song #5


Keep On Loving You by REO Speedwagon

You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin' missin'
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead
But you never bled
Instead, you lay still in the grass
All coiled up and hissin'

And though I know all about those men
Still, I don't remember
'Cause it was us, baby, way before then
And we're still together
And I meant
Every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant
That I love you forever

And I'm gonna keep on loving you
'Cause it's the only thing I want to do
I don't want to sleep
I just want to keep on loving you

And I meant
Every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant
That I love you forever

And I'm gonna keep on loving you
'Cause it's the only thing I want to do
I don't want to sleep
I just want to keep on loving you

Baby, I'm gonna keep on loving you

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

August 28, 1963



"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the colored America is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the colored American is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

One hundred years later, the colored American lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the colored American is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our Nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our great republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given its colored people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.

We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.

Now it the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

Now it the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make justice a reality to all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of its colored citizens. This sweltering summer of the colored people's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the colored Americans needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the colored citizen is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the colored person's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."

We cannot be satisfied as long as a colored person in Mississippi cannot vote and a colored person in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.

No, we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and tribulations. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.

You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you, my friends, we have the difficulties of today and tomorrow.

I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day out in the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be engulfed, every hill shall be exalted and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that, let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi and every mountainside.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.
"
-Doctor Martin Luther King

1. Watch this video with annotations by CNN journalist and political commentator John Avlon added here.

2. See how far the civil rights movement has come in 50 years here.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Creepy Love Song #4


Young Girl by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap


Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl,
You're much too young girl

With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough to give me love
And now it hurts to know the truth

Young girl get out of my mind
My love for you is way outta line
Better run girl, your much too young girl

Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know that it's wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes

Young girl get outta my mind
My love for you is way outta line
Better run girl, Your much too young girl

So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far

Young girl get outta my mind
My love for you is way outta line
Better run girl, your much too young girl

Young girl get outta my mind
My love for you is way outta line
Better run

Monday, August 26, 2013

Creepy Love Song #3


Go Away, Little Girl by Steve Lawrence

Go away, little girl
Go away, little girl.
I'm not supposed to be alone with you
I know that your lips are sweet
But our lips must never meet
I belong to someone else, and I must be true
Oh, go away, little girl

Go away, little girl
It's hurtin' me more each minute that you delay
When you are near me like this
You're much too hard to resist
So, go away, little girl, before I beg you to stay

Go away

Please don't stay

It'll never work out

When you are near me like this
You're much too hard to resist.
So, go away, little girl.
Call it a day, little girl.
Oh, please, go away, little girl,
Before I beg you to stay

Go away

Friday, August 23, 2013

Creepy Love Song #2


Every Breath You Take by The Police

Every breath you take, and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day, and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay
I'll be watching you

Oh, can't you see, you belong to me
How my poor heart aches, with every step you take

Every move you make, every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please

Oh, can't you see, you belong to me
How my poor heart aches, with every step you take

Every move you make, and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watching you

I'll be watching you

(Every breath you take, every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take)

I'll be watching you

(Very single day, every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay)

I'll be watching you

(Every move you make, every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake)

I'll be watching you

(Very single day, every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay)

I'll be watching you....

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

San Diego; Or There And Back Again

From the moment I stepped into my car on August 3th and backed it out of the garage to the moment I drove my car back into the same garage on August 10th, I was surround by noise. It was an eight day long cacophony of sound. Highway noises; the hum of tires and the roar of big rigs thundering by. Street noises; traffic, the squeal of buses brakes, the wail of fire engine sirens, the beep of produce trucks backing up in the morning, the thumping bass blasting out of the open door of the nightclub across the street from my niece's new apartment at night, the loud, drunken voices of patrons at said nightclub. It wasn't until I woke-up my first morning at home after the trip that I realized I had not had a good night's sleep since the night before I left for San Diego.

I went to San Diego because my niece was moving there and she and her mother, my sister, needed my help. We loaded my car and my niece's car with all her worldly possessions, including her two dogs, and head out. She had already found an apartment in the Gaslamp Quarter but, not knowing anything about the area, it wasn't until we arrived that I discovered it is smack in the middle of downtown San Diego and is a known tourist spot with numerous shops, restaurants, bars, and nightclubs. Her apartment is in an old commercial building erected in 1907 not far from the Convention Center. Most mornings, as I stood looking out of my niece's living room window sipping my tea, I watched business attired people on the street hurrying toward the Convention Center with their first cup of coffee of the day clutched tightly in one hand.

It's a great area and a great apartment and I understand why my niece wanted to live there; being young all the energy and noise is invigorating for her. Me, I'm old enough to need a little peace and quiet at the end of the day, something that was not available in her apartment as the windows are large single-pane sheets of glass which do nothing to keep the street sounds out. The area's saving grace is the fact that the place doesn't really start jumping until after five o'clock and on the weekends. Mornings are relatively quiet and peaceful and that made walking her dogs during those hours quite pleasant. It became my favorite time of day.

Not all our time was spent shopping for the things my niece needed for her apartment, we also walked the dogs over the Convention Center to the harbor, met relatives for lunch and dinner, and took a short trip to the San Diego Zoo with a cousin. My family had lived in San Diego when I was a child and one of my memories is riding the Galapagos tortoise that they kept in the children's section of the zoo. Back in the late seventies-early eighties they stopped allowing children to ride on the back of the tortoises because they had discovered that tortoises have nerve endings in their shells. The zoo now has a Galapagos tortoise compound that houses the 17 tortoises they now own. All the tortoises have numbers painted on their shells so zookeepers can tell them apart. On this trip I found out that "Speedy" the tortoise I used to ride as a child is still at the zoo and is now 150 years old.  I may have actually seen him in the tortoise compound but I'm not sure.  Some of the tortoise were lying in such a way that I could not see their numbers.   So, if you are ever at the zoo and happen to visit the tortoises say "hi" to number 5 for me.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Creepy Love Song #1


Turn Around, Look At Me by The Vogues

There is someone walking behind you,
Turn around, look at me
There is someone watching your footsteps,
Turn around, look at me

There is someone who really needs you,
Here's my heart in my hand
Turn around (Turn around)
Look at me (Look at me)

Understand
Understand

That there's someone who'll stand beside you.
Turn around, look at me.
And there's someone who'll love and guide you.
Turn around, look at me

Oh, I've waited, but I'll wait forever
For you to come to me
Look at someone (Look at someone)
Who really loves you
Yeah, loves you.
Turn around, look at me
Turn around, look at me

Monday, August 19, 2013

Photo From San Diego Trip

Embarcadero Marina Park South parking lot near the San Diego Convention Center

Monday, August 05, 2013

Friday, August 02, 2013

Sorry, Blog, No Time Left For You

At least for the next couple of weeks.



The Guess Who

No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I found myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me
No time left for you.

No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing floor
No time for the killing floor
There's no time left for you
No time left for you..

No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I found myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me
No time left for you.

No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There's no time left for you
No time left for you.

(Guitar Bridge)

No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I found myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me
No time left for you.

No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There's no time left for you
No time left for you.

No time, no time, no time, no time
No, no, no, time.
No, no time.
No time, no time

I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time for you, woman
I got no time for you, woman.
I got no time for your stupid games anymore
nooo, nooo

I got no time for you woman, no
I got no time for hanging around
And getting stepped on
And getting pushed around, woman
I got no time for hanging around and playing your games