So my kids have a lot of the Scooby Doo and What's New Scooby Doo episodes on DVD. Today they wanted to watch this one, like three times. I didn't mind because it's one of my favorites and I love the music in it!
This one is called "Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost" and it's a full-length feature rather than a 30 minute flick. Basically, Mystery Inc. goes to a small town and the mayor tells them they have had sightings of a ghost (nothing new there). They see this rock band playing "I'm a Hex Girl" and of course, they assume that these scary goth girls are probably behind the ghost sightings. I love this episode because they meet the girls who explain to them that they are "Wiccans", who believe in honoring nature. This is also the only episode I've seen in which the Ghost is a real ghost and not just someone wearing a mask. The episode is called The Witch's Ghost because the ghost is that of a woman from a long time ago who was a "real witch". (and yes, she is evil) Now, I understand this is a cartoon, and as far as that goes - I appreciate the fact that they took liberties to explain in simple terms, that a Witch is not necessarily a Wiccan, although it did bother me a little that the Hex Girls kept exclaiming "We're NOT witches; we're Wiccans!" To ME it's one in the same but I guess to main stream media there is probably some confusion. I guess I could take offense, since many Neo-Pagans consider themselves "Witches", and this is just another case of media showing "Witches" as bad, scary, or evil, with wild magical powers, etc. But, at least they tried to impart a little about Wiccan beliefs, no matter how small the reference was and how simply it was put. I'll take it anyway I can! LOL ! Anyways, my Favorite part of the episode is the music-video portion at the end, and I have found the video to go along with it!
The first part is the first song that Scooby and the gang encounter, so you can see why they were a little freaked out. (except for Fred, who apparently has a thing for gothic chicks ....heeheheee)
The second song starts at about 1:55 and this is the part I love!
this is the sing-along version I also found on YouTube, in case you want to know the words.
And if any of you are wondering "What exactly is a Wiccan?" and are worrying about whether or not you will let your kids watch Scooby Doo anymore, here's a short FAQ;
What is Paganism?
The Definition of Paganism is as follows; Pagan; Definition - 1. follower of a less popular religion: somebody who does not follow one of the world's main religions, especially somebody who is not a Christian, Muslim, or Jew, and whose religion is regarded as questionable (sometimes considered offensive) 2. polytheist or pantheist: a follower of an ancient polytheistic or pantheistic religion.
What is Wicca?
Wicca is a Neo-Pagan religion, meaning it is a modern reconstruction of Pagan faiths.
Who do Wiccans and Pagans Worship? Do they believe in God? Do they worship the Devil?
Pagans and Wiccans will vary in what Deities they prefer.... but with a common belief that God/Goddess/Divinity is a part of Nature. The energy of the Divine is within all of us, all of nature, and many Pagan and Wiccan beliefs are focused around the beauty of nature and the seasons. The Devil, or Satan, is NOT a part of Pagan or Wiccan beliefs; most do not believe in Satan, devils, or Hell
Showing posts with label Song Lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Song Lyrics. Show all posts
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Addiction & Recovery
Reposted from my CafeMom journal....
As most of my friends know, I am currently going thru the journey of quitting smoking. I'm on day 21, though I can't yet say I'm completely smoke-free. I'm taking baby steps and considering that I have been an off-again, on-again heavy smoker for over 10 years, 1 cigarette a day is huge progress for me! This time around I am taking time to learn about myself and heal myself as I go, not punishing myself for my nightly indulgence, but learning, growing. Baby steps.
What most of my friends don't know is that giving up cigarettes is, to me, the final step of my recovery as an addict. Perhaps it's been a smoke-screen, perhaps a coping-mechanism, or perhaps the last physical vice that I've held onto years after letting go of the other drugs. Most of my friends don't know this, but I am a recovering drug addict. This is going on my 9th year drug-free. I am astonished and proud that it has been that long. In December of this year, it will be 9 years since I have touched any Meth or Cocaine. The quitting smoking has brought back a lot of memories and feelings, and sometimes I just want to run back to the comfort of that smoke-screen; my final addiction. I have realized I will always be an addict; I will always have an addictive personality. And I will always be in some state of recovery. But I've also realized I'm ready to move on, I have realized I am so much stronger, happier, and wiser than I was back then, and I hope that others out there will realize that they are strong and wise too. If I can turn my life around, a complete 180, so can anyone else.
I saw this video to a new song by one of my favorite singer/songwriters, and I guess this is what got me thinking about this today. This is what made me realize I'm almost to year 10..... listen to the words, it's an amazing song. I have tears in my eyes but they are tears of pride and joy. Thankyou to all of my friends, because whether you knew this about me or not, your friendships are what keep me going each day....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSCDpgwqxGM&feature=player_embedded
As most of my friends know, I am currently going thru the journey of quitting smoking. I'm on day 21, though I can't yet say I'm completely smoke-free. I'm taking baby steps and considering that I have been an off-again, on-again heavy smoker for over 10 years, 1 cigarette a day is huge progress for me! This time around I am taking time to learn about myself and heal myself as I go, not punishing myself for my nightly indulgence, but learning, growing. Baby steps.
What most of my friends don't know is that giving up cigarettes is, to me, the final step of my recovery as an addict. Perhaps it's been a smoke-screen, perhaps a coping-mechanism, or perhaps the last physical vice that I've held onto years after letting go of the other drugs. Most of my friends don't know this, but I am a recovering drug addict. This is going on my 9th year drug-free. I am astonished and proud that it has been that long. In December of this year, it will be 9 years since I have touched any Meth or Cocaine. The quitting smoking has brought back a lot of memories and feelings, and sometimes I just want to run back to the comfort of that smoke-screen; my final addiction. I have realized I will always be an addict; I will always have an addictive personality. And I will always be in some state of recovery. But I've also realized I'm ready to move on, I have realized I am so much stronger, happier, and wiser than I was back then, and I hope that others out there will realize that they are strong and wise too. If I can turn my life around, a complete 180, so can anyone else.
I saw this video to a new song by one of my favorite singer/songwriters, and I guess this is what got me thinking about this today. This is what made me realize I'm almost to year 10..... listen to the words, it's an amazing song. I have tears in my eyes but they are tears of pride and joy. Thankyou to all of my friends, because whether you knew this about me or not, your friendships are what keep me going each day....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSCDpgwqxGM&feature=player_embedded
Monday, August 10, 2009
Let's go in a time machine to Woodstock....
This week for the Queen's Meme we are taking a little trip in Her Majesty's Time Machine. At last, I'm back where I belong!!
The Woodstock Meme
Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock 'n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969.Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.
The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together.Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don't inhale in this meme.
This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say.
It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.
You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.
Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.
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1. "Hello, my groovy name is Jo-Jo Waffles.
By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be the person selling the really good Mushrooms.
Didn't they tell you? No shoes allowed!
2. Come on, Baby, light my Campfire. I can't seem to get it lit, everything is wet and muddy.
When I lay me down to procrastinate I pray the house fairies my dishes to keep.
If I don't clean before I wake, I pray the doctor my prozac to take.
**puff puff**
3. My Queen, Because the first time ever I saw your Meme I realized that what the world needs now is Meme sweet Meme. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you whip the prisoners when I should be tending to something else.... anything else.......
But I dig it!
4. Have I told you lately that I had a dream about you? Hey! Don't step on that Mushroom !!
Dude. That guy is really weird but..... His Aura is kinda turning me on. What? you say that's Jimi? Jimi who?
5. There's a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my Shaman friends are coming over tonight and we're gonna Dance naked and chant to the Goddess. . Darn the luck. It's raining frogs and fish, as if we weren't already smelly enough! Where's my patchouli?
Luckily, Papa was a rolling Patchouli Salesman and I'm on a first name basis with the cops.
**puff puff**
6. I'm really digging your Aura but that Bible has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like Jesus.
Have I told you lately that I don't know you?
** puff puff**
7. I'm beginning to see Fairies in those trees over there. Do you see it?
Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most transluscent. And you're the only tiny person with wings.
But I dig it, man.
**puff puff**
8. I'd use all my blood, sweat and fuzzy leg hair just to get next to your campfire.
Love is free but I'd really like to buy that guy's Lighter.
It says "Make Flames not Fire. " Far out!
9. I'm grateful to be in this Yellow Submarine 'cause there's a bad Vibe rising in Jefferson's Airplane. But that's okay, 'cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little Hope from my friends.
10. Oh, by the way, your Grandma's Hair is on fire. She souldn't have messed with MY grandma like that. "Talk about Hey Now" But I dig it.
This week's Meme was a lot of fun, thanks Queen Mimi! Click the link at the top of the page to see more blogger's posts!
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On a totally unrelated side note, if you like Twilight and like to have custom-made sig-tags for your pages, blogs, or forums, check out my friend Jai's Offer of the Week!!
The Woodstock Meme
Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock 'n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969.Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.
The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together.Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don't inhale in this meme.
This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say.
It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.
You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.
Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1. "Hello, my groovy name is Jo-Jo Waffles.
By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be the person selling the really good Mushrooms.
Didn't they tell you? No shoes allowed!
2. Come on, Baby, light my Campfire. I can't seem to get it lit, everything is wet and muddy.
When I lay me down to procrastinate I pray the house fairies my dishes to keep.
If I don't clean before I wake, I pray the doctor my prozac to take.
**puff puff**
3. My Queen, Because the first time ever I saw your Meme I realized that what the world needs now is Meme sweet Meme. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you whip the prisoners when I should be tending to something else.... anything else.......
But I dig it!
4. Have I told you lately that I had a dream about you? Hey! Don't step on that Mushroom !!
Dude. That guy is really weird but..... His Aura is kinda turning me on. What? you say that's Jimi? Jimi who?
5. There's a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my Shaman friends are coming over tonight and we're gonna Dance naked and chant to the Goddess. . Darn the luck. It's raining frogs and fish, as if we weren't already smelly enough! Where's my patchouli?
Luckily, Papa was a rolling Patchouli Salesman and I'm on a first name basis with the cops.
**puff puff**
6. I'm really digging your Aura but that Bible has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like Jesus.
Have I told you lately that I don't know you?
** puff puff**
7. I'm beginning to see Fairies in those trees over there. Do you see it?
Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most transluscent. And you're the only tiny person with wings.
But I dig it, man.
**puff puff**
8. I'd use all my blood, sweat and fuzzy leg hair just to get next to your campfire.
Love is free but I'd really like to buy that guy's Lighter.
It says "Make Flames not Fire. " Far out!
9. I'm grateful to be in this Yellow Submarine 'cause there's a bad Vibe rising in Jefferson's Airplane. But that's okay, 'cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little Hope from my friends.
10. Oh, by the way, your Grandma's Hair is on fire. She souldn't have messed with MY grandma like that. "Talk about Hey Now" But I dig it.
This week's Meme was a lot of fun, thanks Queen Mimi! Click the link at the top of the page to see more blogger's posts!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On a totally unrelated side note, if you like Twilight and like to have custom-made sig-tags for your pages, blogs, or forums, check out my friend Jai's Offer of the Week!!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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Monday, August 3, 2009
Hangover, Housekeeping, Temperance and Quan Yin
I was coming here to write about my day, and to post about my Daily Draw. On signing in I looked thru my list of blogs and read this blog about the goddess Quan Yin. So my focus has changed a little tonite, as my mind often does.
Last night (Sunday night) I went out to a party with some friends from work. I had a great time and it was a much needed time away from my apartment and my kids. I got pretty drunk, and in a way, I think needed that too! I did smoke cigarettes while I was drunk - my conviction to quit smoking seemed to melt away after my second Cranberry Juice and Watermelon Vodka. But it's not such a bad thing. Now I know where one of my weaknesses lies. And today, I was right back to being a non-smoker again. Easy-Peasy-Lemon-Squeeezy! WoooHooo for day 11!
Anyways, somehow even with my hangover, I managed to get the house back in shape again. At first, this morning I was rather miffed... I mean the house was a disaster! All it took was ONE DAY of me not being here picking up after everyone, and it was a total wreck! I'm gonna be talking to the hubby and kids about this one! But I pulled a tarot card for the day, and I got "Temperance". I thought about it for awhile, and realized that my standards and expectations are my own, and how can my family know what they are if I don't tell them? And in order to reach a fair compromise, I have to be compassionate and understanding. So rather than running around huffing and puffing and making my hangover worse, I calmly took my time cleaning up the mess, sending loving vibes in my thoughts to my husband every time I found myself feeling pissed off again. I still haven't talked to him about it yet, but I am trying to choose my words carefully so that he knows I come from a place of love not anger. I am a firm believer that "nagging" rarely solves anything and should be reserved for desperate times. At least, that's how it works in my marriage!! So I got myself thru the day with "Temperance" as my Mantra. A nice balance of anger and love gave me motivation, while a nice balance of working and resting gave me the power to get it all done. "Everything in Moderation" is a lesson of Temperance, and this also helped me to not feel guilty about drinking and smoking last night. Because I did smoke again does not mean I have failed at quitting smoking, and I cant judge myself (remember number 3 from my previous blog; Healing My Life part 1?) Lesson Learned, moving on.
So then I saw this blog about Quan Yin. I love these Goddess of the Week posts, they are really inspiring. This one really caught my attention. I think that we could all use a little Mercy and Compassion in our lives. It caught my attention because it seemed like this is what I learned from Temperance today. I wanted to be angry at my husband and kids for not having the same standards of cleanliness around the house as I do. But Quan Yin - she waits at the Gates of Nirvana for all of us. She could enter and enjoy this peace herself, but she waits, probably gaining more peace of mind just knowing that eventually we can all join this place together. I wasn't always concerned with blessing my family with a clean, organized, home. I came to this place myself, and I was helped along the way by friends. But if I hadn't begun to care about myself, to really love myself, I never would have started caring about my home. So my earlier thoughts were confirmed; rather than nag or bitch at my husband, I can tell him what would make me happy, and I can love him. I can continue to bless my home and my family, and wait for him to accept the love. It's the same with my children. Rather than focusing on teaching them how to clean their rooms and clear the table, the focus should be on learning how to love themselves, love their family, and love their home. The rest will fall into place.
Speaking of my kids, Miss Zee's "dad" has been calling again. She enjoys talking to him, but it drives me nuts. How long will it be before he stops calling her again? And then the questions will start again. I think after this many years, she is starting to cope with he disappointment. But that's just the thing. A 10 year old girl shouldn't have to know how to deal with disappointment and feelings of abandonment and rejection. There's this song by Celia called "Quan Yin"... last year at the Pagan Pride festival we heard this song performed live; we were right up front and Celia kept looking me and my daughter in the eyes while she sang. The lyrics hit home, and I was holding Miss Zee in my arms and tears were streaming down my cheeks. always think of Quan Yin not only as the Goddess of Compassion, but the defender of innocents.
Song Lyrics to the song "Quan Yin" by Celia. http://www.celiaonline.com/lyrics/quanyin.htm I love this song, it makes me cry. It's about a woman who has a daughter, and the father has been in jail. She moved on, has a new husband, and has raised her daughter, when suddenly the "father" is out of jail and wants to come back into her life; and into the child's life. The mother is full of fear and anger and resentment towards this man, the system etc. She calls upon Quan Yin to give her strength, courage, compassion, and Peace Within. She prays that she will be able to teach her daughter to strive for these things as well.
May you all have a week blessed by Quan Yin and sprinkled with Temperance! Blessed Be!!
http://margaretfinnegan.blogspot.com/ (the Goddess of the Week blog)
Last night (Sunday night) I went out to a party with some friends from work. I had a great time and it was a much needed time away from my apartment and my kids. I got pretty drunk, and in a way, I think needed that too! I did smoke cigarettes while I was drunk - my conviction to quit smoking seemed to melt away after my second Cranberry Juice and Watermelon Vodka. But it's not such a bad thing. Now I know where one of my weaknesses lies. And today, I was right back to being a non-smoker again. Easy-Peasy-Lemon-Squeeezy! WoooHooo for day 11!
Anyways, somehow even with my hangover, I managed to get the house back in shape again. At first, this morning I was rather miffed... I mean the house was a disaster! All it took was ONE DAY of me not being here picking up after everyone, and it was a total wreck! I'm gonna be talking to the hubby and kids about this one! But I pulled a tarot card for the day, and I got "Temperance". I thought about it for awhile, and realized that my standards and expectations are my own, and how can my family know what they are if I don't tell them? And in order to reach a fair compromise, I have to be compassionate and understanding. So rather than running around huffing and puffing and making my hangover worse, I calmly took my time cleaning up the mess, sending loving vibes in my thoughts to my husband every time I found myself feeling pissed off again. I still haven't talked to him about it yet, but I am trying to choose my words carefully so that he knows I come from a place of love not anger. I am a firm believer that "nagging" rarely solves anything and should be reserved for desperate times. At least, that's how it works in my marriage!! So I got myself thru the day with "Temperance" as my Mantra. A nice balance of anger and love gave me motivation, while a nice balance of working and resting gave me the power to get it all done. "Everything in Moderation" is a lesson of Temperance, and this also helped me to not feel guilty about drinking and smoking last night. Because I did smoke again does not mean I have failed at quitting smoking, and I cant judge myself (remember number 3 from my previous blog; Healing My Life part 1?) Lesson Learned, moving on.
So then I saw this blog about Quan Yin. I love these Goddess of the Week posts, they are really inspiring. This one really caught my attention. I think that we could all use a little Mercy and Compassion in our lives. It caught my attention because it seemed like this is what I learned from Temperance today. I wanted to be angry at my husband and kids for not having the same standards of cleanliness around the house as I do. But Quan Yin - she waits at the Gates of Nirvana for all of us. She could enter and enjoy this peace herself, but she waits, probably gaining more peace of mind just knowing that eventually we can all join this place together. I wasn't always concerned with blessing my family with a clean, organized, home. I came to this place myself, and I was helped along the way by friends. But if I hadn't begun to care about myself, to really love myself, I never would have started caring about my home. So my earlier thoughts were confirmed; rather than nag or bitch at my husband, I can tell him what would make me happy, and I can love him. I can continue to bless my home and my family, and wait for him to accept the love. It's the same with my children. Rather than focusing on teaching them how to clean their rooms and clear the table, the focus should be on learning how to love themselves, love their family, and love their home. The rest will fall into place.
Speaking of my kids, Miss Zee's "dad" has been calling again. She enjoys talking to him, but it drives me nuts. How long will it be before he stops calling her again? And then the questions will start again. I think after this many years, she is starting to cope with he disappointment. But that's just the thing. A 10 year old girl shouldn't have to know how to deal with disappointment and feelings of abandonment and rejection. There's this song by Celia called "Quan Yin"... last year at the Pagan Pride festival we heard this song performed live; we were right up front and Celia kept looking me and my daughter in the eyes while she sang. The lyrics hit home, and I was holding Miss Zee in my arms and tears were streaming down my cheeks. always think of Quan Yin not only as the Goddess of Compassion, but the defender of innocents.
Song Lyrics to the song "Quan Yin" by Celia. http://www.celiaonline.com/lyrics/quanyin.htm I love this song, it makes me cry. It's about a woman who has a daughter, and the father has been in jail. She moved on, has a new husband, and has raised her daughter, when suddenly the "father" is out of jail and wants to come back into her life; and into the child's life. The mother is full of fear and anger and resentment towards this man, the system etc. She calls upon Quan Yin to give her strength, courage, compassion, and Peace Within. She prays that she will be able to teach her daughter to strive for these things as well.
May you all have a week blessed by Quan Yin and sprinkled with Temperance! Blessed Be!!
http://margaretfinnegan.blogspot.com/ (the Goddess of the Week blog)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I really need a Raincoat
Remember this song? Raining in Baltimore by the Counting Crows
"3,500 miles away, but WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE IF YOU COULD?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pWOn98KZlA
It hasn't rained here in so long, but when he says "I really need a rain coat" I feel like I can relate. It's not about Baltimore, and it's not about rain. It's about change, and life, and regrets. But can you really regret anything?
Before I graduated High School I was thinking of going to Art college in Baltimore. But I met my x husband, got married, and had a baby at 18 instead. How different my life would have been if I had persued that scholarship rather than him. But would I change it? No, of course not! I have my beautiful daughter. And from the events that transpired after my divorce, I met my current husband, and we have two more kids together. But sometimes I miss the dream... the possibilities, the could-have-beens.
This circus is falling down on it's knees
the big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a pone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I get no change
It's raining in Baltmore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you
I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call
maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train
if I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonley for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I really need a raincoat.
By Counting Crows - Lyrics by Adam Duritz
http://www.lyrics.com/lyrics/counting-crows/raining-in-baltimore.html
"3,500 miles away, but WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE IF YOU COULD?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pWOn98KZlA
It hasn't rained here in so long, but when he says "I really need a rain coat" I feel like I can relate. It's not about Baltimore, and it's not about rain. It's about change, and life, and regrets. But can you really regret anything?
Before I graduated High School I was thinking of going to Art college in Baltimore. But I met my x husband, got married, and had a baby at 18 instead. How different my life would have been if I had persued that scholarship rather than him. But would I change it? No, of course not! I have my beautiful daughter. And from the events that transpired after my divorce, I met my current husband, and we have two more kids together. But sometimes I miss the dream... the possibilities, the could-have-beens.
This circus is falling down on it's knees
the big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a pone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I get no change
It's raining in Baltmore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you
I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call
maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train
if I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonley for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I really need a raincoat.
By Counting Crows - Lyrics by Adam Duritz
http://www.lyrics.com/lyrics/counting-crows/raining-in-baltimore.html
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Red, Alabaster, and Blue
These are the lyrics to the song, "Red, Alabaster and Blue" by Celia.
Red Alabaster and Blue
Lead Vocals: CeliaHarmony Vocals: S.J. Tucker, Jeff BrayBass: Bryan MirPiano/Organ: Jeff BrayGuitar: CeliaDrums: Dave SchoepkeCello: Ray ChiElectric Guitar: Brian GrinwaldHarmonica: Lil’ RevTrumpet: David Mitchell©2007 Red Granite Goddess Publishing All Rights Reserved
He is a young African American male.
By the time he hits draft age he might be dead or live in jail
And he found his life of crime when they said “No Child Left Behind”
He’s an American too.
She is 90 with dementia all alone
Well, her family couldn’t take it so they put her in that home
And now she withers down to bones and at night she gently moans.
She’s an American Too
She is a young Hmong refugee, She’s full with Child.
If her Daddy finds out He will go insanely wild
They say they understand her plight, call themselves the Christian Right.
She’s An American Too.
Chorus:
And all they Wanted was to be Free
But greenback dollars can’t buy you dignity
Black Gold and Icebergs separate us from them.
Time to re write the master plan.
It is terminal, he’s sick, he needs a cure
He’s a second class citizen because he’s uninsured
He will leave his family broke because our health care is a joke.
He’s an American Too
She is a Mexican, She loves her family
She risks her life to cross the boarder to harvest the trees
And they get dollars to her dime She works triple the time.
What she would give to be American too.
He is a young attractive man and he is gay.
Well, they beat him and they burned him and they left him that way
And now the 26th of April is the Silent Day.
He’s an American too.
Chorus II:
And all they Wanted was a better life
And to be Equal, no matter black, rainbow, or white
It’s getting risky to demonstrate for peace.
You just might get shot down by police
We’re Crying Oh …….
His hair is curly skin is freckled eyes are green
No Irish Need Apply, What’s wrong Mick Can’t you read
Right off the boat he hits the land..they shove a gun into his hands.
Saying, “You’ll Die for America Too”.
Her skin is black her hair is curly eyes are brown
Arrived here in shackles and her master threw her down
And she grits her pearly whites cuz they’ll beat her if she fights
She’s an American Too.
His skin is Red his eyes are brown his hair is black
Lived here in peace until the White Man attacked
And he tries to understand how a man could own the land.
He’s an American Too.
Chorus III
And all they wanted was to be free
But they were robbed and ripped of their dignity
And their Grandmother’s are crying in their graves.
How some Americans Behaved
They watched their babies turned to slaves
Their babies built this place.
They’re crying Oh…..
My hair is Red, Skin’s Alabaster and I’m Blue
I’m a spiritual shaman and my lover is a Jew
And we’re fierce and we’re proud and we serve our songs up loud
And we are American’s too.
But there was a time they would have torched me without care
Tied me to that stake for the color of my hair
And I’m not the only one
It’s been done and done and done
And we are Americans too
My Hair is Red, Skin’s Alabaster, and I’m Blue
And I’m an American Too.
The whole album by Celia entitled "Red Alabaster and Blue" has spiritual and political undertones, I thought today is a good day to write about it, as I have been listening. The song "Symbol" has become an anthem for many Pagans and Wiccans, or anyone who believes in freedom of Religion. "Strings on our Kings"is another one talking about politics, and "Quan Yin" explores the rights of mothers.
I had the pleasure of meeting Celia in person last August at the Phoenix Pagan Pride Festival, and listening to her music there. My copy of "Red Alabaster and Blue" is signed by her and one of my prized possesions... :o) Stop by her page and check out more of her lyrics or have a listen to her music! http://www.celiaonline.com/
Red Alabaster and Blue
Lead Vocals: CeliaHarmony Vocals: S.J. Tucker, Jeff BrayBass: Bryan MirPiano/Organ: Jeff BrayGuitar: CeliaDrums: Dave SchoepkeCello: Ray ChiElectric Guitar: Brian GrinwaldHarmonica: Lil’ RevTrumpet: David Mitchell©2007 Red Granite Goddess Publishing All Rights Reserved
He is a young African American male.
By the time he hits draft age he might be dead or live in jail
And he found his life of crime when they said “No Child Left Behind”
He’s an American too.
She is 90 with dementia all alone
Well, her family couldn’t take it so they put her in that home
And now she withers down to bones and at night she gently moans.
She’s an American Too
She is a young Hmong refugee, She’s full with Child.
If her Daddy finds out He will go insanely wild
They say they understand her plight, call themselves the Christian Right.
She’s An American Too.
Chorus:
And all they Wanted was to be Free
But greenback dollars can’t buy you dignity
Black Gold and Icebergs separate us from them.
Time to re write the master plan.
It is terminal, he’s sick, he needs a cure
He’s a second class citizen because he’s uninsured
He will leave his family broke because our health care is a joke.
He’s an American Too
She is a Mexican, She loves her family
She risks her life to cross the boarder to harvest the trees
And they get dollars to her dime She works triple the time.
What she would give to be American too.
He is a young attractive man and he is gay.
Well, they beat him and they burned him and they left him that way
And now the 26th of April is the Silent Day.
He’s an American too.
Chorus II:
And all they Wanted was a better life
And to be Equal, no matter black, rainbow, or white
It’s getting risky to demonstrate for peace.
You just might get shot down by police
We’re Crying Oh …….
His hair is curly skin is freckled eyes are green
No Irish Need Apply, What’s wrong Mick Can’t you read
Right off the boat he hits the land..they shove a gun into his hands.
Saying, “You’ll Die for America Too”.
Her skin is black her hair is curly eyes are brown
Arrived here in shackles and her master threw her down
And she grits her pearly whites cuz they’ll beat her if she fights
She’s an American Too.
His skin is Red his eyes are brown his hair is black
Lived here in peace until the White Man attacked
And he tries to understand how a man could own the land.
He’s an American Too.
Chorus III
And all they wanted was to be free
But they were robbed and ripped of their dignity
And their Grandmother’s are crying in their graves.
How some Americans Behaved
They watched their babies turned to slaves
Their babies built this place.
They’re crying Oh…..
My hair is Red, Skin’s Alabaster and I’m Blue
I’m a spiritual shaman and my lover is a Jew
And we’re fierce and we’re proud and we serve our songs up loud
And we are American’s too.
But there was a time they would have torched me without care
Tied me to that stake for the color of my hair
And I’m not the only one
It’s been done and done and done
And we are Americans too
My Hair is Red, Skin’s Alabaster, and I’m Blue
And I’m an American Too.
The whole album by Celia entitled "Red Alabaster and Blue" has spiritual and political undertones, I thought today is a good day to write about it, as I have been listening. The song "Symbol" has become an anthem for many Pagans and Wiccans, or anyone who believes in freedom of Religion. "Strings on our Kings"is another one talking about politics, and "Quan Yin" explores the rights of mothers.
I had the pleasure of meeting Celia in person last August at the Phoenix Pagan Pride Festival, and listening to her music there. My copy of "Red Alabaster and Blue" is signed by her and one of my prized possesions... :o) Stop by her page and check out more of her lyrics or have a listen to her music! http://www.celiaonline.com/
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