yeee haw ma,, thudly ,, lets dance..

oh yeah ye all crippled up,,

ahh hell anyone wanna dance??




Mountain Song

Way up on the mountain

In the sweet southern air

Is where I seem to lose loads I have to bear

Silence of the snow fall and the peacefulness around

I feel so blessed with all that I have found

I feel so blessed with all that I have found



Chorus:

Holler in the moonlight

Sip the mountain shine

The sound of the music playin’

Everything so fine

Lookin’ up a trail for a sign as I travel there

A liquor still, an old deer trail, or the home of a big old bear

Wouldn't wanna mess with him because it is his home

He's like me he's better left alone

He's like me he's better left alone



Fishin’ in the river at the bottom of these hills

Helps me find my peace of mind

In all these natural frills

These mountains were the first to show their face up to the sky

Lay me to rest here when I die

Lay me to rest here when I die

 

Dance? I can barely walk, and now I have my left ring-finger smashed to hell, thanks to my son.


Life goes on.

 

that be whatya git fer stickin ya finger where it dont beeeelong... ... ah hell i dont think hhb be ready to dance tonite anyway we played chase the cloven hooved caprines round the mtn today....

 

I spent almost 7 hours in The Reading Hospital Emergency ward listening to babies scream, packed in like a sardine just to get a prescription for antibiotics. What a horror trip! It's a good thing I took my new copy of The New Yorker with me to read or I truly would have gone batty. I read every goddamn word in it, even the ballet review! That's desperate!

 

I used to be a dancing fool!Just half that now.

 

A Fool On His Journey
We all play the fool. Acting out some bazar role from hell school.
We play the puppet well as the Devil pulls the strings and rings our bell.
What manner of life did we resign our selves over to. Where the Puppet Master rains supream, and his bidding we do.

Praise the Lord we say as we bow our head to pray. GOD will show us the way. And so we continue to pray.
We ask for things we don't need, it's all a matter of the seed of greed, planted deep as we breed.

Many a man gone wrong, thinking himself big and strong. When all along it was just a con from the Puppet Master Spawn.
Over the table he slumps as he watches the lovely lady lumps, dancing to the fiddle strumps.

Histerical laughter comes from the back, you peek over your shoulder then snort up the crack.
Now you think your in controll as the Devil slowly sucks out your soul, leaving nothing, but a gaping hole.

The Devil being negitivity, come to prey on you and me.
We must stand together and be as one, untill this battle is over and done and we've won.

Take your Pain Bodies and set them free, let's push them out of you and me and call the Angels of Positivity.
Let's send out the message of Peace and Love, grab a feather and fly with the Dove.

Leave all the insanity at the door, come in and take what you need, but take no more.
Leave the parts you don't need otherwise it starts to turn into greed.

And plants the seed of the Puppet Masters Crede, so take heed take heed, Hark Hark.

sh

 

hell,i'm still a dancin fool

 

Wondeful song HHB - I can relate.

And alas for some hearing only the clashing of symbols and noise of the crowd they forget to Love all connections - for all can teach us well - were we to but Listen.

Course then even when Listening, one other thing needed be - you got to implement (as in Do) what it took you so goddamn long to hear.