A Birthday

A Birthday

MY heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love has come to me.

Raise me a dias of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Rossetti

Remember

Remember

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

Crush

Crazy how it feels tonight ... Crazy how you make it all alright love ... You crush me with the things you do ... I do for you anything too... Sitting, smoking, feeling high ...In this moment it feels so right ... Lovely lady I am at your feet ... God I want you so badly ... I wonder this ... Could tomorrow be ... So wondrous as you there sleeping ... Let's go drive 'til morning comes ... Watch the sunrise ... To fill our souls up ... Drink some wine 'til we get drunk ... It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just knowing that the world is round ... Here I'm dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... Is this real or am I dreaming ... Lovely lady ... Let me drink you please ... I won't spill a drop, I promise you ... Lying under this spell you cast on me ... Each moment The more I love you ...
Crush me ... Come on It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just knowing that the world is round ... Here I'm dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... Is it real or am I dreaming ... Lovely lady I will treat you sweetly ... Adore you I mean ... You crush me ... It's times like these ... When my faith I feel ... And I know ... How I love you ... Come on Lady ... It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just as long as you're around ... And here I'll be dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... To each other we'll be facing ... By love we'll beat back the pain we've found ... You know I mean to tell you all the things ... I've been thinking deep inside ... My friend With each moment the more I love you ...
Crush me ... Come on Lady ... So much you have given love ... That I would give you back ... Again and again ... Meaning I'll hold you ... And please ... Let me always

DMB

Ed

Theatre WV, Summer 2008. The Hatfields and the McCoys.

Bronte Sisters

Makes me smile

The juxtaposition is priceless.

Moving on

What is this going away?


What is this crossing over?



What to do with the rest of today's afternoon?

"It's always easier to leave than be left ..."

From the road page: As we sat this afternoon contemplating the loss of our brother, we wondered how we could possibly do a show today. Dave put it into
perspective stating, "There's no place I'd rather be than here with you guys right now." We cherish special memories of our lost friend. Tonight, Dave told a story about LeRoi at a bar in Virginia where the cash register was near the stage and LeRoi leaned on the register because "standing had become a chore". Roi proceeded to play the most beautiful version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Dave said, "that was the day I fell in love with him. And I'm still in love with him." It's safe to say we all were in love with him. "It's always easier to leave, than to be left." -DM

http://www.weeklydavespeak.com/articles/LeRoi_Woodland_Master_103104.php

April day

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616),
"The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 3

Spring

Spring
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

An evening on Wheeling island

It is early evening, It is raining, not too hard now. I am sitting in a white rocking chair on the back porch of 108 S Penn St. I can see the top of the suspension bridge... the west end anyway.

Suzie asked to go back in, but I can tell she regrets it because she is sitting just inside the door . Opps, now she is gone ... the cat ran her off. The cat likes to sneak up on Suzie and Turner and bat the heck out of their ears. Fortunately no claws are involved. I guess the dogs wouldn't put up with it if there were..

The temperature is less that 70. Lovely. I am surrounded by Cindy's summer porch plants, fern, petunia, a couple of potted tomato plants. I need my camera. The wall of the house next door is peeling, the porch down the alley leans. The motor of a car on the next street revs.

Heaven

Heaven is here. There is nowhere else. Heaven is now. There is no other time.

i carry your heart

EE Cummings

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

                            i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping
the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Should I use this for a profile picture? It is kinda scary, but I think it is just the aging thing.

For my children

Lyrics for: The Only Promise That Remains
From the album: Reba Duets
Songwriters: Morris, Matt, Timberlake, Justin
Label: MCA Nashville
Featuring: Justin Timberlake

When the ground beneath you starts shaking, shaking
And you forget the place we came from, came from
When you’re lost and looking for a way home
Your way home to me, I'll come out and find you

When the world around you starts moving, moving
And you should wonder if I still love you, love you
If you feel a darkness coming, rising inside
I'll make a light to guide you back home

And after all the sky has fallen down
And after all the water is washed away
My love’s the only promise that remains

When your doubts have got you thinking, thinking
And nothing’s every really sacred, sacred
And you’re afraid you might believe it
Believe in me and I'll give you a reason

‘Cause the world around us keeps on moving, moving
And there’s no doubt that I still love you, love you
So when you feel the darkness coming, rising inside
I'll make a light to guide you back home

And after all the sky has fallen down
And after all the water is washed away
My love’s the only promise that remains
My love’s the only promise that remains
My love’s the only promise that remains

And after all the sky has fallen down
(After all the sky has fallen down)
And after all the water is washed away
(After all the water is washed away)
My love’s the only promise that remains, remains

©

Meditation

Another Monday

Column and wall at work.

Does anybody know what day it is?

Whew, I think it is Tuesday. We fly out of SLC, UT shortly after noon today, back to Pittsburgh nd then to Wheeling. It has been a nice wedding party.

April 28, 2008 Roll Call

Abbey is in Japan visiting Sam.
Walter is in Lexington, KY, interviewing for new work.
Sam is in Misawa, Japan, teaching English.
Ed is in finals week at WV Wesleyan.
Maggie is a sophomore at TCHS.
Phill is at work in Bretz.
Suzie is asleep in a chair.

The four Browns are getting ready to go to Utah for Scott's wedding.

Sweet

Melissa Lyrics
ArtistThe Allman Brothers Band

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sighs,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...

Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
or will his spirit float away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.



From Song Facts: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=830 April 27, 2008

Gregg Allman spoke at length about this song in an interview with the San Luis Obispo (CA) Tribune on November 30, 2006: "I wrote that song in 1967 in a place called the Evergreen Hotel in Pensacola, Florida. By that time I got so sick of playing other people's material that I just sat down and said, 'OK, here we go. One, two, three - we're going to try to write songs.' And about 200 songs later - much garbage to take out - I wrote this song called 'Melissa.' And I had everything but the title. I thought (referring to lyrics): 'But back home, we always run... to sweet Barbara' - no. Diane...? We always run... to sweet Bertha.' No, so I just kind of put it away for a while. So one night I was in the grocery store - it was my turn to go get the tea, the coffee, the sugar and all that other s--t... and there was this Spanish lady there and she had this little toddler with her - this little girl. And I'm sitting there, getting a few things and what have you. And this little girl takes off, running down the aisle. And the lady yells, Oh, Melissa! Melissa, come back, Melissa!' And I went, 'Oh - that's it.' I forgot about half the stuff I went for, I went back home and, man, it was finished, only I couldn't really tell if it was worth a damn or not because I'd written so many bad ones. So I didn't really show it to anybody for about a year. And then I was the last one to get to Jacksonville - I was the last one to join the band that became the Allman Brothers. And my brother sometimes late at night after dinner, he'd say, 'Man, go get your guitar and play me that song - that song about that girl.' And I'd play it for him every now and then. After my brother's accident, we had 3 vinyl sides done of Peach, so I thought well we'll do that, and then on the way down there I wrote "Ain't Wastin' Time No More." I wrote that for my brother. We were all in pretty bad shape. I had just gotten back from Jamaica and I was weighing at about 156, 6-foot-1-and-a-half - I was pretty skinny. So we went back down there, got in the studio and finished the record. And the damn thing shipped gold." (thanks, Peaceboy - Someplace, CA)

This was first recorded in 1968 by the 31st Of February, one of Gregg and Duane Allman's first bands. Duane's version of this with the 31st Of February is the first recording of him playing the bottleneck slide guitar, a technique he became famous for.
Gregg Allman got some help on this song from Sandy Alaimo, who was operating the studio they used.
The part of the song that begins: "Crossroads, will you ever let him go" is probably a reference to Robert Johnson, a Blues legend who supposedly went to a crossroads and sold his soul to the devil.
This was one of the first songs the band recorded without Duane Allman. He died in a motorcycle accident about 4 months before this was released. Eat A Peach was dedicated to Duane.
The Allman Brothers performed this on the last episode of the syndicated Dennis Miller Show on July 25, 1992.
The band performed this at Duane Allman's funeral in 1971.
This was never a big hit in the US, but it has endured as a regular on classic rock radio.

A Brown Family Favorite

Song lyrics | Angel From Montgomery lyrics

Song lyrics | Angel From Montgomery lyrics