Monthly Archives: February 2019

Night Moves – Three Things Challenge # 10 & # 11

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Night Moves – Three Things Challenge # 10

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Today’s prompt: rabbit, bathrobe, kaleidoscope

Today’s prompt: socks, balloon, hiccups

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Here’s yesterday’s and today’s prompt words combined. Thanks for the interesting prompts, Paula!

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I was in my back yard, playing on the swing set.

Suddenly three giant rabbits  came leaping toward me over the fence. I was mesmerized by their eyes spinning around like kaleidoscopes.

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Pulling up my fuzzy socks and tightening the belt to my bathrobe, I spun around three times on the monkey bar. “Go away, go away, go away!” They didn’t go away.

Now I was so scared, I developed a huge gas bubble as big as an inflated balloon and I began to hiccup. That’s what woke me up…the hiccups.

Many years later I became a writer, and developed the screenplay for a horror movie based on my nightmare about rabbits.

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The only thing true about this story is my dream of the rabbits while I was on my swing set.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Love Is In Da Blog – Opera – Day 25

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Love Is In Da Blog – Opera – Day 25

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For today’s prompt suggestion, Bee has asked for opera songs. Thanks, Bee!

I don’t know much about operas or the songs they sing. I have heard a song or two from Charlotte Church, and Jackie Evancho which are really pretty, and amazing, but I’ve never seen an opera, and don’t go out of my way to listen to any. Sorry.

That’s why I’m going a bit off the rails today with this one. It is the theme song from a soap opera, so at least the word opera is there!

One of my favorite soap operas was Another World, created by Irma Phillips. It has since ended, but I watched it from the very first show to the end (1964 to 1999). Most soap operas are about the love stories between the many characters, along with all the drama and family dynamics.

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“Another World”, by Crystal Gayle and Gary Morris, was released from their album, “What If We Fall In Love”, in 1987. It was written by John Leffler and Ralph Shucket, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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I’ve always seen myself as a reckless gambler
Risking all that I had
Whenever I could

But then one day it happened
You appeared like from a dream
And we moved in synch like dancing
With our hearts in harmony

You are my way
To another world
Your are the one who makes me fly so high
You are the rain when my spirits run dry
You give my life
A hope that’s real

‘Cause when I’m with you
You take me away
To another world

All my life I’ve been called a hopeless romantic
Waiting for my prince
To sweep me away
But when I found you I felt different
Than I ever felt before
Suddenly I was taking no chances
By walking through your door

To another world
Your are the one who makes me fly so high
You are the rain when my spirits run dry
You give my life
A hope that’s real
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2019 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 117

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 117

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 117

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“What scared you, Kitty” Ghost asked his cat, who was still under the bed. Spirit inched his way out, and Ghost picked him up to cuddle him. Sitting on the bed, he stroked the soft fur, and looked into his eyes, trying to get any clue to what had upset him, when he saw Zach and Trevor.

He’d never tried to read an animal’s thoughts before; he didn’t know if it was even possible, but he took some deep breaths to clear his mind. In a few seconds, he began to get an impression, a crude picture in his mind’s eye, of Trevor, with a smudgy black mist surrounding him. Then, an image of Spirit, sniffing the air, and almost choking on a bad odor. That was all…the images were gone.

Ghost was amazed. He actually figured out why Spirit had ran off, when Trevor was here. “Oh, poor Kitty, was that a real bad smell? Was it something evil around him?” He cupped the cat’s chin in his hand, giving him a kiss on the nose. “Well, I’m going to try and get that black cloud off of him, don’t worry.”

He took Spirit into the kitchen and gave him his food. “I know why Spirit freaked out,” Ghost said.

“What do you mean, you found out?” Steve asked. “Did he tell you?”

“Yeah, in pictures,” Ghost said.

“Uh-huh, so now you can read the cat’s mind…just like that?” Steve snapped his fingers.

“Yep, just like that,” Ghost said. “I never tried before, but it worked. He showed me pictures of what happened.”

“Ok, fine…I’ll go along…what did he ‘show’ you?”

“It was Trevor, and he had a black, misty thing all around him, and then Spirit showed me he was choking on the bad smell coming from it,” Ghost explained.

“And, you believe it, do ya?” Steve asked. “So, what does that mean, and why couldn’t you see it? And, we didn’t smell anything weird.”

Ghost shrugged, “All I’m getting is that house of his, and the murder and hanging, and whatever is causing trouble now, has put the stink of evil on Trevor…and Spirit saw It, and now we gotta go over there and try to get it out. Oh, we need to protect ourselves from getting it on us, too.”

“Oh, is that all…”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ghost said, as he made himself a sandwich.

Steve closed his eyes, and shook his head, then muttered, why, why, why, do I let myself get talked into this crap? “Okay, you figure out some magic mojo to keep us safe, and I’ll have your back.”

Ghost looked up, “Cool!”

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After leaving Ghost’s house, Zach and Trevor drove around awhile, a little afraid of going home. “Zach, this isn’t a good idea, getting Ghost to come out to the house.”

“Sure it is,” Zach said. “Aren’t you tired of all the crap the house pulls on us? It’s not right, and it’s scary and dangerous, and sometimes I think we should just move out or tear it down or something. Don’t it bother you?”

“Yeah, but it’s my house, my family’s house…it’s all I own in the world,” Trevor said.

“Trev, sorry….but, your family is gone. Don’t look at me like that…you know it, and now you know why your father didn’t kill you, too, but we don’t know why the house is haunted, or possessed, or whatever it is. If we can get Ghost to find out, and maybe fix it, then we don’t have to move, and we can be normal there, for once.”

“But, Zach…what if it doesn’t work? What if it gets even madder and hurts us worse, or hurts Ghost for trying? I don’t want to make it worse. And, we don’t even know Ghost…we just heard he’s weird, and can read minds. You want to take a chance on that?” Trevor asked.

Zach was nodding, “Yep, I’m willing to try anything…damn the consequences. Either that, or we can move back to New Orleans…or Jamaica.”

They drove around awhile longer, finally pulling up in their driveway. The house looked quiet enough.  “Didn’t we leave a light on, when we left?” asked Trevor.

“I think so, maybe the light bulb burned out.”

Trevor gripped the steering wheel harder, “No…it’s the house…it knows…” Trevor shivered.

“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Zach agreed. “What do you want to do…go in, or not?”

“Might as well go on in…it hasn’t killed us yet.”

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As they came in the back door, Zach flipped the light switch a few times, but nothing happened. “Where’s the flashlight?”

Trevor carefully went into the kitchen, to get it out of a drawer. He turned it on, shining it all around, as they went room to room. Everything seemed ok. They tried the water, but there was none coming out of any faucet.

“You think they found out at the utilities company, that we had it illegally?” Zach asked, not believing it for a minute. Trevor just shook his head. They were nervous, but went on to bed, to try and get some sleep. It was too dark to do much else. As they slept, the house was gathering strength.

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Steve and Ghost had finished eating, and they planned their trip into Raleigh the next day. First they’d go to the bank, then to the printing company. They would eat lunch, and make a stop into the thrift store to look for bargains.

“Guess we gotta get up early, huh?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, it would probably be a good idea. You got all your book stuff ready to go?”

“Uh-huh, it’s ready. Are we going in to see Terry, and to the studio, when we get back?”

“I was hoping to,” Steve said. “I think we’re ready to get started, don’t you?”

“I’m ready to sing any time,” Ghost said. “Are we going to do them all when we get over there? We never did get to try them out at the club.”

“I doubt we’ll do all the songs, tomorrow. Remember how long it took us to make that tape? It took a few weeks to get it sounding how we liked it. We’ll get to sing them at the club, too, only later,” Steve said.

“I just remember it taking forever, even after we were finished singing them,” Ghost said. “Then I had to color all those covers. Are we going to do it that way again for the CD?”

“The first part will be about the same, but you don’t have to color anything…you have that creepy picture to use…the one with the spirits out there by their graves,” Steve said. “What you do need to do, is figure out how to put our name on it…you know, where on the picture to have it, and how you want the lettering to look. The finished one will be printed out.”

“Oh, okay…I like doing letters,” Ghost was smiling.

“I know, that’s why it’s your job,” Steve said. “You’re good at it.”

Ghost got out his sketch book to practice his lettering styles, but soon was dozing off more than he was drawing them. They went on to bed, in hopes of getting up early.

Some time later, Ghost woke from a nightmare. Steve came in to see about him. “What was it, Ghost? It’s been awhile since you had a nightmare.”

“Spirit was licking my face, when I woke up. I thought I was drowning or something. My face was covered in water. I don’t remember any more.”

“Must have been a flashback to the hurricane…when you did almost drown,” Steve said. “Try to go back to sleep. Spirit will keep ya company.” He went back to his bedroom… it’s already started…all this spooky house talk is getting to him…

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Love Is In Da Blog – Foreign Language – Day 24

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Love Is In Da Blog – Foreign Language – Day 24

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For today’s song choice, Bee has suggested something in a foreign language. I suppose that means a different language than we normally speak. Thanks, Bee!

I wanted to show this one, because it is a favorite of mine, and because it is one that my five year old grand-daughter sings all the time. She learned the Japanese words to this song pretty much as soon as she could talk. Her mom played the song for her and sang it to her in Japanese ever since she was born. Now she can sing it herself.

I don’t know that it is a love song (as love is the theme of these challenges), but I love it, and I love hearing my grand-daughter sing it. Also, I love the stars, and looking up into the night sky filled with all the beautiful diamonds.

 

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“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (In Japanese)” by Kira Kira Boshi, is a well known English children’s lulllaby song and poem written by Jane Taylor, called, “The Star”. It was first published in 1806, from a collection of her poems. There are five stanzas, but the first one is the most widely known.

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Origins

The English lyrics were first written as a poem by Jane Taylor (1783–1824)[4] and published with the title “The Star” in Rhymes for the Nursery by Jane and her sister Ann Taylor (1782–1866) in London in 1806:[5]

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When this blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.

Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

American Pie – Song Lyric Sunday – Music

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American Pie – Song Lyric Sunday – Music

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For today’s SLS, Jim has suggested songs about music/harmony/melody. Thanks, Jim.

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I chose this song, because how could I not. Living here in the city where Buddy Holly is from, we have many reminders of his life and legend.

This video is maybe a bit long, but it sure does show a lot of music history, including many scenes from my home town, that we see all the time. We have the Buddy Holly Museum, the statue, the Walk of Fame, the murals, the street names, the yearly anniversaries of his birth and death days, the Cotton Club, where he played, the radio station that is still on the air, and much more. I’ve visited his grave site, which is in our local cemetery many times, too.

It was indeed a sad day when the music died.

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“American Pie”, by Don McLean was released from his album of the same name in 1971. It was written by Don McLean, and is on the United Artists label.

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[Verse 1]
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

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So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 2]
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock ’n’ roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 3]
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`Cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 5]
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

We were singing

Lyrics found on Geniuslyrics.com
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2019 BS

Marie – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Critic(al)

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Marie – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Critic(al)

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 23/19

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For today’s SOCS, Linda has given us the word/s critic(al). Thanks, Linda!

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All I can think of since seeing the prompt is the TV show, “Everybody Loves Raymond”. It’s a really funny show. One of the characters (Ray’s mom, Marie), is the most critical person ever! There isn’t anyone she won’t cut down to size with her hurtful words.

The thing is, she couches her words and intents within backhanded compliments. She claims she’s not meaning to hurt anyone’s feelings, but says what she says just to be helpful, and it’s all for love.

hahahahaha I don’t know what planet she’s living on, but her whole family knows she has something bad to say about everyone and everything.

I tried to find a clip of the episode when Debra, Marie’s daughter-in-law, calls her out on it. So funny and true. I couldn’t find that exact one, though.

Marie criticizes everything about Debra…her relationship with Ray, her looks, her cooking, the way she raises the kids, and more. I’d sure not like having a mother-in-law like that…or anyone for that matter that is so critical.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today’s prompt!

If you’ve seen the TV show, you know what I’m talking about. If not, you should look for some episodes. It’s a good show, which is only in re-runs now.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Three Things Challenge # 9

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Three Things Challenge # 9

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Today’s prompt: hammock, whistle, robot

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I can’t whistle, I’ve never relaxed in a hammock, and I don’t have a robot.

But, here’s a little poem I wrote a few years ago about a robot.

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ROBUSTY the ROBOT

The little, robust robot

Was in a fine fettle

Made out of tin

He resembled a kettle

Some called him a teapot

They thought he was sweet

‘Cause he went around whistling

To all that he’d meet

Now one day it happened

The world needed saving

Politicians were loudly

Ranting and raving

Robusty, the robot

Didn’t like what he saw

So our little hero

Called it a draw

He ran for president

That very day

He made speeches galore

And had plenty to say

Robusty’s whistling

Became words of wisdom

He was voted in

On a platform of freedom

Now our own Robust Robot

Had heeded the call

No more little teapot

He was standing tall

© 2016 BS

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But, it came to pass

He was the lame duck

His time was past

He earned his rest in a nice hammock

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Well, kind of silly that ending, but I needed to get hammock in there somewhere! haha 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Love Is In Da Blog – Patriotic Love of Country – Day 23

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Love Is In D Blog – Patriotic Love of Country – Day 23

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For today, Bee has suggested we find patriotic songs, or songs we like about our favorite country. Thanks, Bee!

These don’t necessarily have to be about the country we live in, but for me it is the USA. I’m so thankful we do live here. I’ve lived in other countries, and they are wonderful, but there is just nothing like coming home to our own America.

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“This Land is Your Land”, written by folk singer, Woody Guthrie, was released in 1945. It has been recorded by many artists over the years.

What I found was that the song has many verses, and some recordings use the main ones that Woody Guthrie wrote, but they leave out some of the verses. Even this recording by he, himself is different from the listed lyrics I found.

So, I put one of his original recordings, plus one that has pretty pictures, and one version of the lyrics I found.

Anyway, I like the song, and hope you do, too. 🙂

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[Words and Music by Woody Guthrie]

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 1]
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 2]
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 3]
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting

This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 4]
As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said “No trespassin'”
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 5]
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 6]
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me

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Lyrics found on Geniuslyrics.com

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This song is a new one for me, as I found it by searching patriotic songs. I like it a lot.

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“Red White & Blue”, by Lynyrd Skynyrd, was released from their album, “Vicious Cycle”, in 2003. It was written by Johnny Van Zant, Connie Van Zant, Brett Warren, and Brad Warren. It is on the Sanctuary label.

 

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We don’t have no plastic L.A. friends
Ain’t on the edge of no popular trend
Ain’t never seen the inside of that magazine GQ

We don’t care if you ‘re a lawyer, or a Texas oil man
Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand
If you got soul
We hang out with people just like you

My hair’s turning white
My neck’s always been red
My collar’s still blue
We’ve always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Yes, you could say
We’ve always been
Red, white, and blue

Ride our own bikes to Sturgis
We pay our own dues
Smoking camels, drinking domestic brews
You want to know where I have been just look at my hands

Yeah, I’ve driven by the White House
Spent some time in jail
Momma cried but she still wouldn’t pay my bail
I ain’t been no angel, but even God, he understands

My hair’s turning white
My neck’s always been red
My collar’s still blue
We’ve always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Yes, you could say
We’ve always been
Red, white, and blue
Yeah, that’s right

My Daddy worked hard, and so have I
Paid our taxes and gave our lives
To serve this great country
So what are they complaining about

Yeah, we love our families, we love our kids
You know it is love that makes us all so rich
That’s where were at, if they don’t like it they can just
Get the hell out

My hair’s turning white
My neck’s always been red
My collar’s still blue
We’ve always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you

My hair’s turning white
My neck’s always been red
My collar’s still blue
We’ve always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Yes, you could say
We’ve always been
Red, white, and blue

Oh oh, red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Oh, red, white, and blue

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Lyrics found on Songlyrics.com

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 116

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 116

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 116

warning…adult content

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“Sorry we scared your cat,” said Trevor.

“Yeah, sorry. He’s a pretty cat, hope he’s okay,” Zach said.

They kept looking around the room, expecting to see more signs of creepiness, but everything looked pretty normal. Zach was thinking Trevor’s house was way more creepy than this one.

“So, ya plan on staying long?” Steve asked.

They were all still standing by the door, and it was getting awkward.

“Listen, just say what ya got to say. We ain’t got all day.”

Trevor pulled on Zach’s jacket sleeve. “Zach, let’s just go. They don’t want us here,” he said, pulling Zach toward the door.

“No, Trev, I came to offer a truce…and you know what we talked about. I want to ask Ghost about it.”

“Ghost don’t want to have anything to do with us…so, c’mon,” Trevor said.

Steve rolled his eyes at them. “Dudes, we’re standing right here listening to your stupid conversation. You’ve spent half an hour, and you still haven’t gotten to the point, or said anything worth listening to, so…” He pointed to the door, then looked at Ghost.

“I could use some help here, Ghost.”

Ghost was still trying to read what was clinging to them, but he shook it off, then asked Zach, “What was it you wanted to ask?” He felt a shiver go up his spine. “Look, can we go outside? I really don’t like you in our house, anymore.”

Zach was confused. “Why are y’all so rude?” he blurted out. “I just wanted to see if Ghost could do some of that hocus-pocus stuff, and tell us if Trevor’s house is evil or not.”

“Out!” Steve yelled, “Now!”

Ghost was staring, wide-eyed, at this request.

Zach and Trevor backed up, and then headed out the door. Steve and Ghost followed.

“Do ya think you can help us find out, Ghost…and, if it is, can you do that thing…where you get rid of the bad stuff?”

They were out in the front yard, now, and Steve kept walking slowly toward them. They kept backing up, until they were by their car.

“You want me to do a reading of your house? You want us to do a séance or something…then chase away the evil spirits…with what…an exorcism? Is that it?” Ghost asked, trying to clarify the request.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Zach said. “Can you do it, like real soon? That house does some crazy shit, and we don’t know how to make it stop.”

“Stop, Zach,” Trevor said. “It’s my house, my problem. We’ll take care of it.” He was still looking hopeful that Ghost would agree…would say yes to coming over there.

“Damn straight, it’s your problem,” Steve said. “We don’t want any part of it.”

“Wait a minute, Steve, maybe I can try,” Ghost said.

“What…ya want to go up in that murder house? You never would before, why now?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged, “Because maybe I’m not gonna be scared, now. I know more stuff now, than when I was a kid. Maybe I can at least sage the place.”

Steve was shaking his head. “Don’t you have some of those voo-doo people you know, that can come do it?” he asked Zach. “We know there are lots of them where you’re from in New Orleans. Just call some of them to come up here.”

“Sure, we know some,” Zach said, “but, Ghost is here already.”

Steve heaved a sigh, “I give up. Ghost, you do whatever you want, just don’t go bringing any of those bad spirits back here.”

Zach grinned, “When can you do it…now?” he asked.

“No, not now,” Ghost said. “Maybe in a few days. I need to prepare first.”

“Ok, let us know…we’ll be ready,” Zach said. He and Trevor got in their car to leave.

Trevor leaned his head out the open window, “Thank you…at least thanks for at least agreeing to try. It’s been pretty bad over there, and I hope you can help.”

Ghost nodded, “Okay, but I don’t promise anything.”

As Zach pulled out down the driveway, Steve turned to Ghost, “Are you crazy? Why do you want to invite trouble…and bad shit to us?”

“I don’t know, Steve, I just think maybe I can help…and I was always interested in that stuff, even if it’s scary. I won’t know until I try it,” he smiled. “I’m not scared of spirits, anyway. They’re just dead people.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “but, there’s more than that roaming around, and you, of all people, should know it. You know, demons, and evil…and our personal favorites…vampires.” he shuddered.

Ghost grinned, “So, now you believe in that stuff, Steve?”

“Yeah, I do now, since I saw it with my own eyes.”

They went back inside. Steve started looking in the refrigerator for something to eat. “What do you plan on doing for them, then?” he asked.

Ghost sat at the table, thinking. “Well, first, they have to tell me exactly what’s been going on…and not leave anything out.”

“Why…can’t you just ‘know’ all that?” Steve asked

Ghost was twirling his hair around his finger, then letting it go, then wrapping it around again. “I probably could, but it’s easier if they just tell me straight out…and I’ll pick up other things…stuff they forget to tell, or don’t even know,” he said. “I might be able to tell who…or what…is causing the trouble. Then I can figure out what to do about it,” he explained.

Steve had gotten them both a beer, and sat down at the table. “Do you even know how to do an exorcism, or a séance?”

Ghost took a swig of his beer. “No, and I couldn’t anyway. Oh, I could say some words, but they wouldn’t mean anything…I’m not a priest. But, a séance, maybe we could do that.”

“I don’t know, Ghost, it sounds dangerous. There’s too many ‘what-ifs’…and do I have to be in on it?”

Ghost frowned…”No, you don’t have to…just I’d want you there for support, for me,” he looked Steve in the eye. “Here’s a ‘what if’ for ya…what if the bad spirits got ahold of me, and I got possessed? Wouldn’t ya want to fight ’em off and rescue me?”

Steve took a second to answer. “Uh, sure, sure I would…”

Ghost started laughing. “Dude, you totally believe this shit, don’t ya? You’d run outta there screaming your head off, and never look back.”

“Damn it, Ghost…why ya wanna be like that?” Steve set his beer back on the table too hard, and it foamed over. “Ya get me all into shit, scaring me, and then ya laugh in my face.”

“That’s ’cause you’re so easy to get to…it works every time,” Ghost said, still laughing.

“Well, I never know if you’re serious, or not. I mean…well, now I’m confused…you are psychic, aren’t you? That’s real, isn’t it?” Steve asked. “You tell me that has been a bunch of bullshit, for all these years, then it’s over…” he was huffing around now, pacing the kitchen, trying to save face.

“Yeah, Steve…that’s for real,” Ghost said. “This other stuff, it’s just for show. At least it is for me. But, I can find out some stuff and…”

Steve interrupted, “And, maybe really get us into trouble, seeing as how you don’t really know what the hell you’re doing. I’m serious now, Ghost. I spend half my time worrying about you going off into spook-land, and never coming back, already. You know how you get, and, well…”

Ghost saw that Steve was really scared of what might happen. He looked down at the table. “Sorry, Steve, I know I shouldn’t tease you about it.”

“So, are you still going ahead with it, then?”

“Yeah, but only if you’re there as my back-up. If things get too freaky, just get us out of there, okay?”

“Yeah, you can count on that,” Steve said.

Ghost went to get Spirit out from under the bed, and calm him down. Steve put a random bunch of food on the table for them to eat, and he got out the cat food, too.

“Come on Spirit, it’s time to eat,” Ghost said, as he bent down to look under the bed. “Come out and tell me what you saw.”

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