Black Water – Song Lyric Sunday – Water/Air/Fire/Earth

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Black Water – Song Lyric Sunday – Water/Air/Fire/Earth

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For SLS today, Jim has given us the prompt of ‘water/air/fire/earth’. Thanks, Jim! 🙂

To join in, and also see other entries, just click this link.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/07/11/four-elements/

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There are lots of songs with the words to the prompt in the lyrics or titles. I remembered this one last night, and then this morning I found someone else had chosen it also. Oh well, I figure we all have different readers of our blogs, and since I already had this one ready to go, I wanted to post it anyway. It’s a good old song.

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I really don’t like just copying the text from the Wiki or Song Facts articles, so here are a couple of links in case you want to read more about this song.

I did read that this song was intended for the B side of the record, but ended up being  # 1 hit for the group.

https://www.songfacts.com/facts/the-doobie-brothers/black-water

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Water_(song)

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“Black Water”, by the Doobie Brothers, can be found on their album, “What was once Vices are Now Habits”, from 1973. It was written by Patrick Simmons, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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Well, I built me a raft and she’s ready for floating
Old Mississippi, she’s calling my name
Catfish are jumping, that paddle wheel thumping
Black water keeps rolling on past just the same

[Hook]
Old black water, keep on rolling
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Old black water, keep on rolling
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Old black water, keep on rolling

Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Yeah, keep on shining your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything alright
And I ain’t got no worries cause I ain’t in no hurry at all

Well, if it rains, I don’t care!
Don’t make no difference to me
Just take that street car that’s going up town
Yeah, I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
And dance a honky tonk
And I’ll be buying everybody drinks all round

[Hook]
Old black water, keep on rolling
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Old black water, keep on rolling
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Old black water, keep on rolling
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shining on me?
Keep on shining your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything alright
And I ain’t got no worries cause I ain’t in no hurry at all

Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
Take me by the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long

I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
Take me by the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long

I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
Take me by the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long

I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
Take me by the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long

I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
Take me by the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long

I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand

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Lyrics found on Genius Lyrics

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© 2020 BS

Flower of the Day – A Different Look

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Flower of the Day – A Different Look

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This is a regular dandelion puff ball that I changed with a filter called Cosmo. First it turned blue, then mostly orange. Pretty cool! 🙂

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – July 11 – Dahlia with Red Freckles

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© 2020 BS

Bird Weekly # 5 – Feathers of Blue

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Bird Weekly # 5 – Feathers of Blue

Bird Weekly – Photo Challenge – Feathers of Blue

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Here’s a blue bird on a blue bird house, and then a blue jay that was in our back yard one day. Then there is a real blue jay’s feather.

These are a few of my coloring pages of blue birds, too.

  

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“Bluebird”, by Paul McCartney & Wings, was released from their album, “Band on the Run”, in 1974. It was written by Paul and Linda McCartney, and is on the Apple label.

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© 2020 BS

Southern Cross – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Song

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Southern Cross – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Song

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 11/2020

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “song.” First, find a picture–the closest one to you. Your prompt is the title and/or the lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when you look at the picture. Have fun!

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Today for SLS, we have an interesting prompt from Linda G. Hill. Thanks, Linda!

To join in, and also see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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Well, I don’t really have any pictures hanging on the walls here, or rather I do have a calendar picture of a cat from December, wearing a Santa hat. But, I can’t really think of any cat songs except one, which is by the Stray Cats, which I’ve posted more than once on here, so …

All I have on the wall is my collection of crosses. I got them at different yard sales over the years. This photo is of just a few of them. There is a small photo of the artist Frida Kahlo, too. I admire her and her work, and she certainly had her crosses to bear in her life.

There are probably lots of songs about crosses, but the one I thought of first is “Southern Cross”, by Crosby, Stills, & Nash. It’s a good song and nice video, too.

Now how to connect … in a round about way …

The Southern Cross in the song is about a star constellation in the southern hemisphere, I think. I’ve never seen it, being we live in the northern hemisphere.

The song mentions having been around the world, and I’ve been a lot of places in the world, though I’ve never been sailing.

We are a southern state here in TX, and my crosses are all from here, so … Southern Cross.

Anyway, that’s how I thought of all this.

Speaking of stars and such, we were looking for the comet Neowise this morning right before dawn. It’s supposed to be in the NE of the sky. We didn’t see it, though, so will keep trying the next few days.

I remember the last comet we saw several years ago. It might have been the Hale Bop one? Or another, I can’t remember, but it was awesome to see. It was very bright and night after night we could see it.

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Wishing everyone a lovely weekend! Keep safe! ❤

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 17

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 17

Warning … adult content

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It took Steve a little while to get to the area of Ghost’s grandmother’s grave. He sucked in his breath, as he saw his old T-bird parked sort of on and off the path. It was at a crazy angle, and had almost been ran into a headstone at the edge of the path.

He came closer…afraid to look. The door to the car was hanging open. He began crying at what he noticed next…blood. Blood smears on the door outside, and inside on the steering wheel, and even more on the seat. There were no keys in the ignition.

“It must be true,” he thought, knowing Ghost must be hurt very bad to lose this much blood. “Ghost…Ghost…what have I done to you…please be alive….I love you…I never meant to hurt you…I can’t live without you,” Steve cried into the twilight sky.

Then, rising from where he’d fallen to his knees by the side of the car, he turned to look farther down the path, to where he knew the headstone of Ghost’s grandmother was. Heart pounding, he began to walk toward it. His eyes searched the dimly lit copse. Ghost was not there.

“Okay, okay”, now what?” He focused closer, and even though it was getting hard to see, he noticed evidence that Ghost had been there. The soft grass over the grave had been flattened some, the blades bent and broken, and what was spread  on the grass caused him more anguish, blood…more blood. And smeared onto the gravestone itself, a bloody hand print and a lip print, there on the front. Worst of all, it looked like the dark red bloodstains had been drippped on by many tears.

Steve totally broke down, then, as he lay in the grass and sobbed for Ghost, sobbed for the love he’d lost…sobbed for the way things should have been, and now never would be. This was the very spot he and Ghost had first made love, had been as one, and now…now…this is the very spot where it has all come to an end.

Eventually, he gathered himself, and sat there thinking of what he should do. Looking around for more evidence of Ghost’s presence, he noticed Ghost’s markers laying next to the headstone.

“What the…?” Steve questioned. Ghost never went anywhere without his markers. He knew Ghost must have been out of his mind with pain and confusion, to have left them here. Looking closer, he could make out words written on the cold, gray granite of the headstone. He startled when he read his own name. It was a message for him, left there by Ghost. It said in sky blue ink…”Steve, look in the crack at the back of the gravestone.”

Steve cautiously felt around behind the stone. He never knew there was a crack in it. Finally, he saw a small slit, and a piece of paper folded up in there…very small. He pulled it out. It was one of Ghost’s math papers that he’d done…just scribbles; but on top of the scribbles, he’d written words. The paper was full of them. Steve frowned, trying to read the small lettering. It was getting too dark to make them out, so he reached over behind a fallen log, and pulled out a tin box he and Ghost had hidden there, long ago. Inside were a candle and matches. He lit it and began to read.

“Steve, I tried to do this math for so long. Thank you for helping me. I know I never did get it. I had fun hanging out with you and being in a band with you. I tried really hard to make you proud of me…guess I didn’t. I have to go now. Sorry I messed up your car. Don’t look for me. I still love you and always will. You made my life bearable, even when you hurt me…Ghost.  P.S. I stole this from you a long time ago, to have a piece of you with me. Sorry…”

There were tear marks and drops all over the paper mixed with drops of blood. The writing was smeared and shaky. Fingerprints in blood and marker ink stained the outside of the note. Steve put the paper to his lips and breathed…”Oh, Ghost, I was always proud of you. I loved you from the moment I saw you. But, I never deserved to have your love. All I did was hurt you in the end. Why…why…why, couldn’t I have treated you better? Why couldn’t I have been the real friend and lover you so desperately needed? Please, Ghost, please forgive me for causing you so much pain,” he sobbed.

He read the note over again and again, then wondered what Ghost had meant…that he’d stolen something from him. What was it? He ran his eyes back to the crack in the gravestone, holding the candle up closer. There was something else in there. He could barely fit his finger into the opening, but when he did, he scraped out the object. It was an old guitar pick that had gone missing years ago. He’d had many guitar picks over the years, but this had been his favorite It was the only one he’d ever seen that was sky blue…the color of Ghost’s eyes, and the color of Ghost’s favorite marker.

“Oh, my God,” whispered Steve. Ghost had had it all this time. He looked at the note again. It said it was to keep a piece of himself, Steve, next to Ghost. “Oh, Ghost, I guess giving it back, means you don’t want me next to you anymore,” He sobbed, as he realized this was the final blow, the end of him and Ghost.

Steve remained there in the graveyard all night, crying, sleeping some, and trying to think what to do. “I don’t care what happens, I’m going to find you, Ghost. I have to make things right with you. I’ll never stop searching,” Steve vowed.

As day broke, Steve woke from his fitful sleep and began to plan. First, he had to get home and close up the house, then go find Ghost. He looked again at the old gravestone.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t take care of your Ghost child like I promised, Miz Deliverance. I tried, but…but, I’m going to make it right. I won’t break this promise.”

Then he noticed..on top of the headstone, was his car keys. “That’s weird,” he thought. “I didn’t see them there last night. I know they weren’t there.” He shivered in the damp air, as a cool breeze suddenly ruffled his hair. His eyes widened. It was Ghost. Ghost was somewhere…somewhere in the world, and was touching him…was sending him a spirit message with his mind. He breathed deep.

“Where are you, Ghost? Where are you? I can feel you reading my thoughts! Please, send me a sign you are near!” Steve pleaded. He paused to listen, believing as he’d never really done before, that such things were possible…at least possible with Ghost. Ghost always had a way of making Steve believe his crazy ideas and dreams…a way of twisting and bending reality.

So, when an early morning bird landed on top of the gravestone, cocked his head at him, and chirped, Steve wasn’t surprised. And, he wasn’t surprised that it was a blue bird…a sky blue bird. One feather floated down, when the bird flew away. Steve picked it up and whispered, “Ghost.”

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

A Photo a Week Challenge – Rule of Thirds

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A Photo a Week Challenge – Rule of Thirds

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2020/07/09/a-photo-a-week-challenge-threes-and-threes/

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From a Wiki article:

Term: Rule of Thirds
Description: In photography, the rule of thirds is a type of composition in which an image is divided evenly into thirds, both horizontally and vertically, and the subject of the image is placed at the intersection of those dividing lines, or along one of the lines itself.

I think these photos show the rule of thirds:

  • Honeysuckle against weathered wood fence
  • Tabby Tabs our cat standing on part of a tree
  • A large wasp that was on the window in the garage
  • A yellow leaf frozen in ice on our blue truck hood
  • A pink & purple sea star (aquarium in KC MO)

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© 2020 BS

Flower of the Day – Purple & Yellow Poison

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Flower of the Day – Purple & Yellow Poison

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This is a backyard weed flower called Silverleaf Nightshade. All parts of this plant is poisonous.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – July 10 – Daisy

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© 2020 BS

Color & Letter Challenge # 9 – Terracotta

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Color & Letter Challenge # 9 – Terracotta

https://citysonnet.wordpress.com/2020/07/01/july-colors-and-letters-2/comment-page-1/#comments

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Today the prompt is ‘terracotta’.

We have a lot of this color in the kitchen, as all our cabinets are painted this color. I also have terracotta plant pots on the window sill, and the color is also in our kitchen window curtains. 🙂

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© 2020 BS

Escapist Coloring Club – July

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Escapist Coloring Club – July

The Escapist Coloring Club Prompt – July 1, 2020

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I’ve done lots of coloring this past few weeks & months. I’ve used markers on all of these. The one with the butterfly is in a book of stained glass looking pages. Here are four from recently. You can enlarge these by clicking the photo. 🙂

  • Butterfly (or moth) & big yellow moon
  • Pink elephants in swirls of colors
  • Hippie girl with sunglasses and a tropical drink
  • Two girls rocking out with guitars (music notes & stars in background)

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© 2020 BS