'Ello 'ello 'ello, HP! Sorry I didn't log in for like 150 days, but I had a good reason - I was working on the re-launch of my brand! Check it out if you need clothes:

http://www.cafepress.com/JosephKochINK/

Thanks,
Joe
Unknown "tina's bay boy!" Beat[en/ified] - 15 years, 4 months, 7 days ago

If Nancy Hanks
Came back as a ghost,
Seeking news
Of what she loved most,
She'd ask first
"Where's my son?
What's happened to Abe?
What's he done?"

"Poor little Abe,
Left all alone.
Except for Tom,
Who's a rolling stone;
He was only nine,
The year I died.
I remember still
How hard he cried."

"Scraping along
In a little shack,
With hardly a shirt
To cover his back,
And a prairie wind
To blow him down,
Or pinching times
If he went to town."

"You wouldn't know
About my son?
Did he grow tall?
Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read?
Did he get to town?
Do you know his name?
Did he get on?"

- Rosemary Benét (1865-1940)
Unknown "tina's bay boy!" Beat[en/ified] - 15 years, 8 months, 24 days ago

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand


He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand


You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car?
He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand


You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

-Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ("Red Right Hand" - from "Let Love In"; Feb 13, 1996)
Unknown "tina's bay boy!" Beat[en/ified] - 15 years, 9 months, 29 days ago

Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

- Fiona Apple ("Pale September" - from "Tidal"; July 23 1996)
Unknown "tina's bay boy!" Beat[en/ified] - 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago

Abigail - can you feel my heart in the palm of your hand
and do you understand why I can't stay
Abigail - an evil wind is blowing through the land and they need every man
to drive it away
When I come home - if I come home - you'll be a grown woman
When I come home - if I come home don't be alone, Abigial, belle of Kilronan
Abigail is going to be the beauty of County Galway and she will live always
in a world of love
Abigail I'm off to the war
but you can be sure
I will know you're what I'm fighting for...

- The Magnetic Fields ("Abigail, Belle of Kilronan" - from "69 Love Songs" [Vol. 2]; September 7 1999)
Unknown "tina's bay boy!" Beat[en/ified] - 16 years, 6 days ago