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st64 Jun 2013
I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah


- song by my all-time favourite artist ....the inimitable NYoung :)


4 June 2013
Life is brillz with NYoung on the planet still :)

We are amazingly lucky to have this Canadian living legend....
I do fervently hope (as do some fine poets here) to meet the guy one day.

I must, must believe that it's possible!
Or probable....
Or perhaps, it could be likely that it's..... a possibility of a maybe! lol


Note: (alternate interpretation)

cinnamon girl could be ******, brown spicey substance, that looks like ******, ****** or ..... heroine is FEMALE cinnamon girl.
I could be happy the rest of my life with my bag of ******!
a dreamer of pictures, means nodding out,
you see us together chasing the moonlight means when he shoots up he feels beautiful and mellow ....
the ten silver saxes and bass with a bow could mean the price and a syringe.
WHO KNOWS?!?!?!

from: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/144659/





sub-entry:

'beyond chameleon love'

1.
jumping so many hoops
to make things happen
yearn for the ability to make sense of
real space
beyond rusty masks

2.
would hate to lose out
but would rather ye roam free
than ever feel confined
by anything.

3.
wide open spaces
appeal so
yet
fear sits tall, reigns
towers grandly
over all
a too wide umbrella
like the vast desert
under an azure sky
offering blossoms of heat
within the ....now.

4.
together, rivers flow in earnest rush
once there, and come
mixing a never-before ....palette

5.
such a range
zest springing so alive....

wait for it....
yes, believing the unbelievable.


(oh, yes yes yes!
you'd better believe that
'impossible' is but an envious expletive.
yes, we will sport in such myth-dismantling,
idea-befangled, silence-breaking ..... riding:)

.......uh-oh yessss!
st64 Jun 2013
I got a Black Magic Woman
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman
She's got me so blind I can't see
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

Don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't turn your back on me, baby
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't mess around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me, baby

'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks!

You got your spell on me, baby
You got your spell on me, baby
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby
Turnin' my heart into stone
I need you so bad
Magic Woman I just can't leave you alone.



- Santana



03 June 2013
Just love love LOVE this song!

So many interpretations...

a) It is brilliant. A mixture of African music and rock.
It speaks about being in love with a femme fatale.

b) polyrhythms that give the song a "voodoo" feel distinct from the original. This song has a latin feel to it. The song is based on a woman - who is very mysterious and she is pushing him over the edge. Meaning making him fall in love with her and he is scared she will turn her back on him once she has cast her spell.

c) it's about drugs.

"she's trying to make a devil out of me"
he means he acts bad while he's on it.

"So blind I can't see"
he's tripping doesn't know reality and what he imagines.

Stop messing around with those tricks"
The drugs messing with him.

"Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman, I can't leave you alone. "
He means the drugs has a spell on him and it's making him crazy, but he needs the drug so bad that he's addicted to it.

  
d) A special woman, perhaps she doesn't exist, but she's like no one else.


From: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/961/






sub-entry:

'colours'


1.
new ground
shifts as loosened bedrock
moves turtle-slow
yet, moving forward
all the same
into unanticipated growth.


2.
mind over matter
experimental scratches
on grey slates
bring truth closer,
scrape the tenth-tip of
brighter vision
no cause for fear.


3.
wind and hail
hard deluge
intimidate,
black nite
may tease
slumber
endless...



4.
this is the time
only now
with no guarantee.

so beautiful the hour
which streams on
journeying forever
climactic roaming
against all odd
disbelieving tidings.


5.
escaping swift into
cavities so tiny

remembering our future
clear-cut of defined perspicacity

and

flying so easily through
the colours of your being.
st64 Jun 2013
So. You like me as your pastime?
Hmm, please take another look
And see there's a person attached to it
With a full life and dreams, fool!

Being such the ardent lover of liver
She alit the bus and sat square across a damsel
Carrying happy burden; spontaneous loss
And on this day, witness to the leaking full......

Teeming thoughts rage on inside
Sees a man spitting ceaseless into a mug
Spitting, spitting, spitting...!!
Now a china teacup .... is all she'll have.

Frustration climbs the walls like spiders
Leave behind dangling webs of duplicitous ire
Spray its viscous poison everywhere
A smack, an outburst; ugly scene.

Hard to see where it ends, where it starts
Tumultuous energy always kept in check
Surreptitious trafficking in serendipity
Split desires sport with silken threads.

Embracing pain which dominates so
Heartache elemental dogs every move
See you leave, go off alone
Hide high grievance, suffocate.

Seems this loveware needs reconfiguring
Sittin' pretty, like a duck in the water
Ain't the way; keeps the target on yer back
Life's sometimes quite the storm..... in a Chinese teacup!


S T, 03 June 2013
Fancy some java?

:)

My fave is Earl Grey, then camomile, green ....

Tea is a great (meditative) companion, not so.
st64 Jun 2013
Looked for you the other day
Looked for you-ooh the other day

So sorry, couldn't find you
So sorry, couldn't find you....

Still feel so bad, how could this be?
We really once were so close!

I know you'd say....hey, it's ok
I know you'd say.... hey, man, it's ok

Cos I'm not there at all
No, I'm not there at all !

I'm somewhere else, someday you'll see
Yeah, you ALWAYS had to go first!

Diaz, the discoverer!
Always searching
Looking and finding things
That others NEVER see......

S T,  02  June  2013
Will always miss my late brother.
We were a mere 18 months apart, so very close.

They say time softens the blow ..... 'tis true, but.....



sub-entry:

'recognise'

after 16 years gone,
I pray that ...

I get to recognise your light
when my time comes.
I get you to welcome me
into the next realm.
I get to reach my point
with no compromise.

I get that beacon point
that .......
next step onto the final platform.

I pray my soul makes it
through the eye of the needle.

I pray you recognise me....dear brother.

(he was such a pioneer!)
st64 Jun 2013
V1
Oh, how the moon shines on me tonight
Always needin' some stimuli
Gettin' used to it, you say to me
Just another life under the stars.

Chorus
Love to ride the see-saw
Yes, love to ride the see-ee-saw
You love to ride the see-saw
Up, down....up, down.....
Up, down....oh up, down.

Rode it many times
Always get away
Always flying high in the sky to lo-o-ve!

V2
Tomorrow, we ride the rhythm of another wave
Lying, facing each other, so close
Silently staring into each other's eyes
Nothing said, 'cos words fail soooo bad! CHORUS

V3
Listening out so well for your steps
Don't be such a fool, it's only a car
Kiss your feet and touch your heart
We need to ride our chakra together.

Chorus
Love to ride the see-saw
Yes, love to ride the see-ee-saw
You love to ride the see-saw.

Up, down....up, down.....
Up, down....oh up, down.
Rode it many times
Always get away
Always flying high in the sky to love.



S T, 02 June 2013
Written many years ago....

Just a silly ditty, is all :)
st64 May 2013
Three-legged spider on a ***** tile
Eyeball rolls, clean in hand
Massive metal door opens, up top a hill
Graveyard of ever-ringing cells.

What's real creepy to you?

Enclose the city, lock us out ..for good
Condemned as doomed, living dead
Big guns survive in metallic domes
See the crass ******* shoot us down!

Wanna talk about what's creepy, huh?

Plunderers now lay down new laws
Can't fight the sick, red sway
Random acts of violence bay
Armoured eyes see all from lofty towers.

Creepy autocrats hide the truth, right?

No soaring when blood runs rivers
Tripping over rotting corpses
Decaying stench of hope dying
Help will come, we must believe!

Do you believe lies to your face?

Infrastructure's down, no services
Power's out, no more flushing
Car carcasses aflame on every corner, yet
How come big brother's eyes still move?

Are the gullible ones really stupid and feeble?

Sun shines, but nothing grows
Rain seeps red away into sewers
Crops of twisted metal, hoards of guns
Skeletal trees adorn our landscape.

Why hold askance your glance skyward?

The gates will open to let us in
Surely, they witness our hardship!
There must exist a life beyond this strife
Uproar, bombard, gas, artillery....then no more....

Can you ever cease to have temerity?

In face of adversity, calamity and injustice
We should NEVER cease to be exasperated!
Hope must prevail; faith must live;
Thoughts expressed; love and respect must survive.

Can you afford your spirit just to let go....?

Think about it. Creepy autocrats eternally rank ...

Chronically..........Insidious
Repressively........Deleterious
Egotistically.........Inadequate
Eruptively............Odious
Pretentiously.......Tedious
Yucky...................****!


S T, 31 May 2013
Down with those who think they can control people; fed up with ...systems!
Written in Jan 2013.

Inspired (partly) by movie "Doomsday".



sub-entry:

'fool'

don'tcha go tryna control me, sucker
I'm-a kick yer *** fer you, fool!


(need I say more? lol)
st64 May 2013
1.
Twelve-eleven
Just past midday.

Lying on this bed alone
Looking through the window
Staring at clouds, bulbous
Promising all to youth.

May try to latch on one
Catch a dream, perchance
Floating on forever
Away from distress and pain.

I long for chances to prove myself
Can show and give so much
Plans and dream hatch
Eggs crack, hatch to realise the truth.


2.
Twelve-twelve
Just past midday.

Disappearing fast, wind shifts
Wispy threads are all that's left now
Dreams dissolving into the air
Less to touch on and fly away.

Some dreams are gained, others lost
New dreams now, comes with age
Hope replaces reckless mood
Settle in and eke all out.


3.
Twelve-thirteen
Just past midday.

Now sagacity abides in this ancient shell
But nobody hears the long-lost songs
Would believe such intense poems from the heart
All an echo away; endless now....into dreamy wisps.


hm....

S T, 31 May 2013
Written a while back, seems to fit pieces of this clockwork-melody.
Ain't clouds just...sooo beautiful, hm?
Wanted to make it 'midnight clouds', but then I thought...wait a minute, who the hell sees midnight clouds? lol
Ok, I do :)
Crazy, huh.



sub-entry:

'clock-work melody'

magenta flutters by, draped in gilt
stuck on your shoe.

from canal to canal, the traveler goes
seeking currents to the shore.

often, dreams can make you fly a bit
best to keep alive.

absolute truth larks in clockwork songs
melody of cottony swathes.

if you dare dream so hard enough
them visions will prevail.

hell-o!
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