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
The Endless Enigma
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Why do you stare?
Do you think that I care?
You’ve been misled
By the thoughts in your head
Your words waste and decay
Nothing you say
Reaches my ears anyway
You never spoke a word of truth
Why do you think
I believe what you said?
Few of your words
Ever enter my head
I’m tired of hypocrite freaks
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired
Are you confused
To the point
In your mind
Though you’re blind
Can’t you see you’re wrong?
I ruled all of the earth
Witnessed my birth
Cried at the sight of a man
And still I don’t know who I am
Won’t you refuse
To be used
Even though
You may know
I can see you’re wrong
I’ve seen paupers as kings
Puppets on strings
Dance for the children who stare
You must’ve seen them everywhere
Please, please, please open your eyes
Please, please, please don’t give me lies
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBYPae7sd3k
Been riding my Honda. There’s 300 acres of harvested fields behind my house so I can make about a 4 mile loop on farm roads and fields. Took it out on the county road the other Sunday. About a 7 mile trip half pavement on half gravel. Tops out at 60, a bit squirrelly over 30 on the gravel. No helmet, no lights, no sense, tags expired in 1979. Met one vehicle, a guy on a Harley. Probably won’t do that again.
1st Hubby came home from duty in Japan/Viet Nam in 1963. Yes that’s right I said VN. He was based in Fukuoka Japan and as a hydraulics specialist kept getting sent over to Nam to repair airplanes that had been sitting on airport field. They had been shot at by snipers from the jungle. That war started a long time before 1968.
Ok I regress. He came home in 1963 with a Honda 300. That was our only transportation for 2.5 years. He tricked out a little bit and got it up to 350. We were hot–no helmet, no leathers, no sense. Pure joy riding all over So. California–mountains, out back, desert, coast. One time coming down into the open desert he yelled back “hold on tight”. We broke 100 that night. I can close my eyes and still remember that feeling of freedom. . .
2 evenings ago was sitting on the porch watching the natural floor show in the yard, everybody was participating.
Suddenly, with a big flutter, everyone was gone, not in sight anywhere.
Even the hummingbirds were gone. Most unusual.
So I just sat there, sippin, and waitin’ amd watchin’. After about 10 mins, there it was. So fast I almost didn’t see it. And quiet. A winged predator. Couldn’t tell what type, as I said, FAST.
It had made a shallow dive, from maybe 40 feet up down to about 10′ from the ground, and a long curve to the left, between dense trees and shrubbery.
Amazing. I have long thought that birds, and particular hunting birds, can see twice at the same time. Raptors can see long distance and spot their prey, and, they can see very fast detail up close when they are maneuvering at high speed through dense obstacles.
All birds are lightweight creatures, otherwise they’d be too heavy to fly, with thin walled hollow bones, etc., and are pretty fragile. One small mistake in flying between branches and foliage can mean instant death, so they have to get it right every single time.
Our front yard is our TV and it’s always streaming Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”!