I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[jackofnightmares]

Daniel, Daniel and the sacred harp,
C G
Dancing through the clover.
C Bm
Daniel, Daniel would you mind,
D7 G
If I look it over.

Verse:
G C D7 G
I heard of this famous harp years ago back in my home town
C D Em
But I sure never thought old Daniel be the one to come and bring it around
G D C G
Tell me Daniel how the harp came into your posession.
D C G
Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession?
C Em

and Daniel said:
G D G D
The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son,
C Bm Am D7
And me not being related, I could never be the one.
G D G D
So I saved up all my silver, and took it to a man,
C Bm Am G
Who said he could deliver the harp, straight into my hand.

Em A
Three years I waited patiently,
D C
'Till he returned with the harp from the sea of Galilee.
Em A
He said there is one more thing I must ask,
D C
But not of personal greed.
Bm Am
But I wouldn't listen I just grabbed the harp,
D7 G
And said take what you may need.

G C D G
Now Daniel looked quite satisfied, and the harp it seemed to glow.
C D Em
But the price that Daniel had really paid, he did not even know.
G D7
Back to his brother he took his troubled mind.
C G
And he said dear brother I'm in a bind.
D7
But the brother would not hear his tale,
C G
he said Old Daniel's gonna land in jail.
G D
So to his father Daniel did run,
G D
And he said oh father what have I done.
C Bm Am
His father said son you've given in, you know you won your harp,
G
But you lost in sin.

Em A
Then Daniel took the harp and went high on the hill,
D C
And he blew across the meadow like a whippoorwhill.
Em A
He played out his heart just the time to pass,
D C G
But as he looked to the ground, he noticed no shadow did he cast.

[SadLuckDame]

There's still room in this world, somewhere, for the gospel and blues.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRGl6Twe ... re=related

Thanks for the lyrics Jack, I wanna search it and hear it too. We're all getting by with a little help from our friends. Back in the day, I'd get high with a little help from my friends. Nothing like nature when stoned. I'd wear summer dresses and the boys would be kind and let me climb the trestle first. I could put down a bottle of Jack Daniels, too. Now I stick to wine, a lot of good wines out there.

I keep falling asleep unexpectedly lately, not even planning it, then I wake up disoriented. Happened twice today. No dreams with that type of sleeping. Losing time, everyday it goes quicker and I'm worried about getting older. I wanted to go into it with a young spirit. Where's the fountain of youth, gonna tap it. For the past ten years I was thinking I'd escaped aging, I'd found an escape route, a loop hole, except now I forget to make good use of it.
Gets scarier every day.

P.S.
Dealing with some insecurities. Not sure where I'm wanted or even if anymore.
The whole world could be laughing. Used to think that I was in a circus, the audience laughing at my costume or painted face, an unawares clown, ticket prices affordable for the whole family. Then I hitch hike outta there. On going paranoias.

[stilltrucking]

Insecurities? I don't know Dame. Insecurities about hell and damnation? I think it is a chick thing. No prejudice intended. No denigration of chick things. Just like the french say "long live the difference."

You gotta tell me your truth
and I gotta tell you my truth
but I try to remember what mouseyone said

Truth is lovely, if dished out kindly. I thought I always wanted truth but sometimes truth can be hard to take. "Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies" Truth is superior of course though and of necessity.

the chosen few is racist I know
it is the feeling of being an outsider in a good christian country like ours






I am wired on coffee and nicotine after working for phones for the Haiti TV Show last night.

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Women are having a difficult time getting food in Haiti because the men are shoving them out of line.


And the NGO's delivering aide in Africa are using women truck drivers because the men were exploiting women for sex in exchange for food. Which is cool I suppose except that most of the truck drivers had AIDS.

So Santayana is just ok with me. Even if he is an atheist.
He knows about dignity and disgust.

So I am kind of down on men. Where ever I look I see women being exploited. So it is probably just sour grapes because it has been so long since I have had the chance to exploit a woman myself.

Christianity began in the warm hearts of women but then came the pecker heads who forced them aside once the word got out and the church started to be a paying proposition.

So you got the fear god. Oh yes I fear HIM.
Even so if the Christ Jesus was standing in front of me now, I would say, "You cool with me dude, you be my highway hero, but I don't want no truck with your father in heaven. Surely you must have realized by now what a crazy mother fucker he is."

Thinking about that movie Ghost, the one with Whoopi Goldberg. The scene were the bad guy dies and the black spirits descend on him and carry him off. And then the good guy get carried away by the light.

What is this thing this compulsion to write about God. Just to try and find what I really believe. With out the jargon, without the preacher speak. Is this the path that leads to destruction and death.

So easy to cow women, must of them anyway. I never heard any hell and damnation no fire and brimstone at a Quaker meeting. And most of the women had such calm steadiness in their eyes. I could not imagine them afraid of hell.

It is not being one of the chosen few,
That sounds racist
It is being an outsider
I know what is at stake
But I won't bend my knee in prayer out of fear of hell
or desire for heaven.

These days only love can get me on my knees.
.

[SadLuckDame]

Well, insecurities about showing so much of my person. A thing like that comes with insecurities.

I go through the whole thought process of who'd want to read about me, my confessions can truly create some internal worry about taking the stage. Hell and damnation too, it's not the type of reading material people are after. I get worried stripping, going so buff. And Christianity isn't really that widely accepted these days, besides I'm not very A+ on the being Christian, so the message I put out isn't quite positive or accepting.
I don't know.

I'm on pins and needles. Ha! It's coming from a maddening loneliness maybees. Gets harder without friends reassurance by way of gmail, no feedback outside of here, so walking out on a 'tight rope..." I second guess it.

And saying things as I'm saying now, they're more a response of the private type that I'd write exclusively in private, getting used to not having that luxury. You might be my writer's side's only friend.

Yes, you've got me thinking about the movie ghost too, so I'm gonna rewatch it. It's been a lot of years and need the refresher.

You gotta tell me your truth
and I gotta tell you my truth

I know and thank you for the pen palship here, cause I want that and it helps me get through the days spent in my head.

[still.trucking]

I keep falling asleep unexpectedly lately, not even planning it, then I wake up disoriented. Happened twice today. No dreams with that type of sleeping. Losing time, everyday it goes quicker and I'm worried about getting older. I wanted to go into it with a young spirit. Where's the fountain of youth, gonna tap it. For the past ten years I was thinking I'd escaped aging, I'd found an escape route, a loop hole, except now I forget to make good use of it.
Gets scarier every day.

I listened to the music and read the bit about insecurities and came back with what was on my mind.

Ten four scarier everyday.
Sometimes I forget how to pray
mostly I try to be grateful

I occasionally fall fall asleep unexpectedly too. It would happen after long long hauls when I would go days and days without sleep, with the occasional truckers nightmare about driving a truck in your sleep. Then I would get out of the truck into an easy chair and start to relax and slip over into sleep for a heart beat and then wake with a start because for that split second I was back in the truck fighting off sleep.

Sounds like you are tired Dame. What is so scary about that?
You think you got problems
man I am tripping more than you.

[stilltrucking]

For the past ten years I was thinking I'd escaped aging, I'd found an escape route, a loop hole, except now I forget to make good use of it.

It must be more difficult for women. I wish I was more help.

There are ten of us old folks living here. Nine old women and one old man. Yes women are so frail. No doubt the weaker sex. If I was a woman I would want to be a very old one. Life begins at fifty for women I think. Or it would for me if I was a woman. I could not wait for menopause.

[SadLuckDame]

Oh! You are tripping more than me today, but sometimes I win at the trippy thoughts. Last night I was hallucinating like crazy. Maybe you got me grounded. I get afraid of heights. I've fears aplenty. Mostly afraid of spiders, going hungry and freezing.

I've slept a lot since yesterday and I'm back intact, should start taking vitamins again.

[stilltrucking]

I was hallucinating like crazy.

You are tripping more than me. I got a grip on my eyeballs. I don't hardly ever hallucinate.

I am trying to get a grip on my ears. So I can have a hearing heart.

In the mean time I have learned how to wiggle my ears

[SadLuckDame]

Can you curl your tongue?
I'm glad you've a hearing heart. I don't know if all your socks do, but I'm happy enough that you do.

[stilltrucking]

I have not hallucinated many times in my life even on drugs. The few times I have hallucinated were from sleep deprivation.

When I was tripping I would not let myself hallucinate. At the slightest sign I would refocus my attention on something else. Usually a book, Nietzsche. I think I was too afraid to let the drug take its course. Are you having a flash back's. Don't answer that. Just worried about you.

[SadLuckDame]

Nah, I don't mean tripping literally, but just as in freaking out I guess.
Anyway, it's just wines for me. Never has meaning.

Don't worry over me Jack
gonna go buy some black sash,
cut up my lingerie
and make a long veil.
It's scandalous...
who knows

I never go up to a body after I'd sat next to my nana's. I can't bring myself to that type of acceptance. I'd rather stay at the back of the room.

[stilltrucking]

Thank you

.
The Man In The Long Black Coat

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.

Somebody seen him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town,
He looked into her eyes when she stopped to ask
If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask.
Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man
In the long black coat.

Preacher was a talkin' there's a sermon he gave,
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved,
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied.
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat,


She gave her heart to the man
In the long black coat.

There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way.
Bridge: But people don't live or die, people just float.
She went with the man
In the long black coat.

There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June,
Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating the dead horse.
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.

[SadLuckDame]

My first hearing,
I appreciate that.

I'd be there, Jack-rabbit
wouldn't want you to see it
the sadness on my long face,
so I'd mask it with heavy satin
trimming blackened lace.

You'll know when I've arrived
it'll be a shadow on the back wall
I'll not know anyone by name.
A still figure of curiosity
pressed there in the door-way.

Just to drop roses,
I'll keep dropping roses
roses to say I'm on my way
in a charcoal grave.

[stilltrucking]

I been wondering about
"...not busy being born ... is busy dying."

I have heard that that line quoted a thousand times


I been busy dying
which feels a lot like being born
As if I am more alive now then I have ever been
by not denying
knowing that I can not know
my own death
I only have to go there once
more.





I was panicked by the changes for awhile
This old age ain't for sissies I heard an old lady say.

Good night sorry about the song it was strange I just wanted to share it with you.

[SadLuckDame]

But I likes strange, I likes Dylan and it fits well here.
I was thinking of a way earlier to write a poem about burying two black crows, and planting them there to make something grow. You meshed with my mood.