Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Vintage lamp stuffs…oh my.
As soon as the temp in the workshop gets to a commensurate level I’m going to resume the rebuilding of my father in laws 100+ year old floor lamp. Got all the parts, just need the climate.
I’ve a couple of old floor lamps my self that once belonged to my g-grandparents. Early electrical days. No reason they shouldn’t work still; they worked in my childhood and the cords are still in place. Shades are long gone though.
If they are from your grandparents era be careful with them.
Wiring goes bad, mildew and corrosion occur.
Don’t plug in then walk off.
By the way, the picture is inside the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul.