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there is a song that has been lurking in the recesses of my brain ever since the final episode of "Six Feet Under". thanks to swallowedscream, i now know the title and artist :D.

"Breathe Me" by Sia. it is a haunting melody that seems to be on a constant loop in the background of all the traffic in my head.
 
I came a cross this when researching my selections for Radio Free Jezebel, and it didn't fit into what I was trying to say... But I needed to put them somewhere. These songs, recorded in the sixties, were among the most influential recordings on my own music, fusing blues, jazz, and rock 'n roll into some of the most perfect performances I have ever experienced. God Bless Blood, Sweat and Tears.

If I Ever Leave You

and

God Bless the Child
 
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life laden
economically low
backbone broken by
immovable parts
of freedom
taken for granted
courage to change
challenged by balance
tap you heels Dorothy
Kansas is calling you home....
 
tungtied2u said:
another of our illustrious contributors....came along during your absence Boo.

Wonderful and wacky and ever so hippieish...similar to you sweetie !... bu her poetry is totally different.

:)
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Good morning and why are you up so early?
 
uhhh...

no

But I'm almost there. But I don't think it'll be this round. I'm computerless again for another 2 or 3 weeks.

Sorry.
 
Kris Kristofferson

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
It's the one I'm wearin
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
Or I smoked so much the night before,
With cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin;
My mouth was like an ashtray I'd been lickin.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'.
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin',
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin',
Then I headed back for home and
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalks,
Wishing lord that I was stoned
'cause there is something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone;
And there's nothin short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks,
Sunday mornin comin down.
 
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