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yitwail
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 05:52 pm
i know the first bunch, the turtle island string quartet, or else i need a new eyeglass prescription. Smile
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oldandknew
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 05:55 pm
not according to my wife. time on my hands ?
the orders come thick and fast............ get thee to the supermarket, vacuum the house, lance the cat's boil, wash the car, do the dishes.
Idle hands do the devils work, such as play with the tv remote, drink beer, turn pages in magazines, scratch unceremonously while trying to ogle the chick who lives across the road.
A man's work is never done
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 05:56 pm
Jilted John
Jilted John

I've been going out with a girl,
he-e-r name is Ju-u-lie
but last night she said to me,
when we were watching te-elly
(This is what she said)
She said - "Listen John I love you,
but there's this bloke I fancy
I dont want to two time you,
so it's the end for you and me"

"Who's this bloke" I asked her,
Go-o-or-don she replied
"Not that puff" I said dismayed,
"Yes, but he's no puff" she cri-ied
"He's more of a man than you'll ever be!"

Here we go 2 , 3, 4

I was so upset that I cried
all the way to the chi-ip shop
When I came out there was Gordon,
standing at the bu-us stop
(And guess who was with him?
Yeah Julie - and they were both laughing at me)

Oh she's cruel and heartless
To packed me for Gordon
Just 'cos Gordon's better looking than me
Just 'cos he's cool and trendy

But I know he's a moron
(Gordon is a moron)
Gordon is a moron
(Gordon is a moron)

Here we go 2, 3, 4

Oh, she's a slag, and he is a creep
She is a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff

Yeah Yeah It's not fair
Yeah Yeah It's not fair
I'm so upset

I'm so upset
I'm so upset
Yeh Yeh

(I ought to smash his face in
Yeah but he's bigger than me, innit
I know, I'll get my mate Barry to hit him, he'd flatten him
Yeah, but Barry's a mate of Gordon's, isn't he)

(Oh well I don't care)
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 05:57 pm
Great, Mr. Turtle. I will supply you with a link in a sec.

Well, my goodness. There's the oakman back. Good to see you, Brit.

Before I forget, here's an answer to Reyn's Beverly bunch:

I think this one is from Beverly Hills Cop:

You've worked the soles off both your shoes
Walkin' on me like ya do
This ain't what forever's for
And I ain't gonna take it
I ain't gonna take it anymore

I've cried and begged and cursed and prayed
But nothing's worked and nothing's changed
No way I win when you keep score
And I ain't gonna take it
I ain't gonna take it anymore

Chorus:
I'm gonna crawl out from this stone that I've been under
To see the light and breathe the air
And you'll have a million reasons why I shouldn't leave you
But for the first time in a long time
I don't care

But this time one hand's on the door
And I ain't gonna take it
I ain't gonna take it anymore

(Chorus)

Now I can't help but think of you
Lookin' back in my rear view
But I've been down that road before
And I ain't gonna take it
I ain't gonna take it, anymore
I ain't gonna take it
I aint gonna take it, anymore

Faith Hill
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Reyn
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 06:02 pm
Letty wrote:
Now I can't help but think of you
Lookin' back in my rear view
But I've been down that road before
And I ain't gonna take it
I ain't gonna take it, anymore
I ain't gonna take it
I aint gonna take it, anymore

Laughing Gotcha!

Having lotsa fun today..... :wink:
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 06:06 pm
ah, Canada, that was perfect for our John who has time on his hands. Hey, London, get crackin' and get your eyes off that gal.

Here's a link for our bestest turtle:

http://www.baylinartists.com/turtle.htm

And for John Oak:

-long, long year I've sat in this place
Baby, baby, what's good I've had
When you don't know where I wanna go
Find a reason love's left me cold

I've got it, time on my hands
Been drinkin' with the sailor boy
Been tryin' hard to understand
Lines here in my hand

Left me hopin' the wild thoughts I had
My lost feelin' made me so sad
Tried so hard, the smile on my face
Can't get it back a gain, back home with you

* repeat
* repeat
* repeat
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NickFun
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 07:37 pm
Thanks for that one Letty. Here's a Beatles tune that my girlfriend and I loved. She passed away unexpectedly about a year ago. Here's to you Mary Lynn:


There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 07:58 pm
Nick, you just sent a shiver through my body with that song. Ah, Mary Lynn hears it, my friend. Have no doubt of it.

and for your Mary Lynn and for you, Nick:

"Songs Of The Wind"

Listen to the wind
If you listen carefully
You will hear soft notes
listen with your mind
Listen with your heart
You will hear a Heartsongs
A soft relaxing song
That reminds... you of

Peace and harmony
Harmony and love
Peace and harmony and love

If you hear this song
Always remember it
For if you do
You can teach it
To other people too
And they will forever
Forever they'll remember
Their Heartsongs

Of harmony
Harmony and love
Peace and harmony and love

Listen to the wind
If you listen carefully
You will hear soft notes
Listen with your mind
Listen with your heart
You will hear a Heartsong
A soft relaxing of the wind

Oh, my, listeners. I had promised myself there would be no more tears.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 08:03 pm
We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day,
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most ev'rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.

It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 08:11 pm
ah, dys, a perfect paean to the night. All we can do is read and absorb, cowboy. We are not the thieves; we are the victims. Thank you, honey.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 08:23 pm
some tunes from echo and the bunnymen

Back of Love
Echo & The Bunnymen


I'm on the chopping block
Chopping off my stopping thought
Self doubt and selfism
Were the cheapest things I ever bought
When you say it's love
D'you mean the back of love
When you say it's love
D'you mean the back of love?

We're taking advantage of
Breaking the back of love
We're taking advantage of
Breaking the back of love

Easier said than done you said
But it's more difficult to say
With eyes bigger than our bellies
We want to but we can't look away
What were you thinking of
When you dreamt that up?
What were you thinking of
When you dreamt that up?

Taking advantage of
Breaking the back of love

When you're surrounded by a simple chain of events
(Behind my eyes, behind my eyes)
(Your eyes don't lie)
Eventually you'll shake those shackles off
(Dreams above those eyes)
(Those eyes)

We can't tell our left from right
But we know we love extremes
Getting to grips with the ups and downs
Because there's nothing in between
When you say that's love
D'you mean the back of love
When you say that's love
D'you mean the back of love?

Taking advantage of
Breaking the back of love

What were you thinking of
When you dreamt that up?

We're taking advantage of
We're breaking the back of love
Breaking the back of love


The Puppet
Echo & The Bunnymen

I'll practice my fall
For practice makes perfect
Chained to the wall
For maximum hold
The window's too far
Too far from my legs
Open the door and let out the cold

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

Trampolines broken
Ceiling has come down
The ache in my back tells me
Something's gone wrong
Rocking horse rocks
As the wallpaper peels
Curtain would like to know
What he has done

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

We're the salt of the earth (I'll practice my fall for practice makes perfect)
And we know what to say
(Chained to the wall for maximum hold)
We're the salt of the earth
(The window's too far too far from my legs)
And we know our place
(Open the door and let out the cold)

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

All along
(You knew about this)
With your head in your hands
All along
(You knew about this)
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

(You knew about this)
Head in your hands
(You knew about this)
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
(We're the salt of the earth)
You knew about this
(We know what to say)
Your head in your hands
(We're the salt of the earth)
All along
((You knew about this))
(We know our place)
I was the puppet
(We're the salt of the earth)
All along
(We know what to say)
((You knew about this))
Your head in your hands
(We're the salt of the earth)
I was the puppet
((You knew about this))
(We know what to say)
I was the puppet


Forgiven
Echo & The Bunnymen

I'm just one of many
Gave a love in vain
Sold it out for pennies
Saved up all my rain)

What do you want from me
The ocean or the sea
The salt inside the rising tide
Tears you got from me
Got from me
Got from me, yeah

One day I'll be ready
To take what could be mine
Everything I'd buried
I lay out on the line

What d'you want to see
The truth or mystery
A blinding light, a blackest night
They're both inside of me
Inside me
Inside me, yeah

I'm just one of many
Took a love in vain
Sold it out for pennies
Saved up all my reign (rain)

What d'you want from me
The truth or mystery
The salt inside the rising tide
Tears you got from me
Got from me
Got from me, yeah

I don't want to be forgiven
All I want is to be free
I know I'll never be forgiven
I know I'll never be free
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 08:24 pm
For Barry Cowsill. He was found today:

Artist: Cowsills
Song: The Rain, The Park, & Other Things


I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me

But I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy
(Happy, happy, she could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (In her hair)
Flowers everywhere (Everywhere)
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
Oh, I don't know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crepted into my mind (To my mind, to my mind)

I knew I had to say hello (Hello, hello)
She smiled up at me (Hello, how do you do)
And she took my hand
And we walked through the park alone.

But I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had made me happy
(Happy, happy, she had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (In her hair)
Flowers everywhere (Everywhere)
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
Oh, I don't know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crepted into my mind (To my mind, to my mind)

Suddenly the sun broke through (See the sun)
I turned around, she was gone (Where did she go)
And all I had left
Was one little flower in my hair.

But I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had made me happy
(Happy, happy, she had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (In her hair)
Flowers everywhere (Everywhere)
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
Was she reality
Or just a dream to me
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way
To find a sunny day (Sunny day, sunny day)
I love the flower girl (I love the flower girl)
Was she reality
Or just a dream to me
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 08:28 pm
And with that "echo", Letty must say goodnight. Thank you, dj, for the perfect goodnight song.


Amidst the winds of change, I blow you all a kiss............


From Letty with love
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 09:52 pm
I just learned that a friend of mine died of cancer last month. This is for her.


You'll never know just how much I miss you
You'll never know just how much I care
And if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you
You ought to know, for haven't I told you so
A million or more times?

You went away and my heart went with you
I speak your name in my every prayer
If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know if you don't know now

You went away and my heart went with you
I speak your name in my every prayer
If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know if you don't know now

If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know if you don't know now
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Reyn
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 09:54 pm
Letty wrote:
Amidst the winds.....

Letty, you wanted wind? Why the heck didn't ya say so? :wink: Laughing

http://www.electricearl.com/fart/fart-face2.jpg
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 10:24 pm
The Object of My Affection
Jimmie Greer

The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine

There are many boys who can thrill me
And some who can chill me
But I'll just hang around
And keep acting like a clown
Until he says he's mine

Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me
He's not the kind who takes a dare
But instead I trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do
I don't care

Repeat:
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 10:33 pm
TV Mama

I was in my bed a'sleepin', oh-boy, what a dream
I was in my bed sleepin', oh-boy, what a dream
I was dreamin' 'bout my TV Mama, the one with the big, wide screen

She got great big eyes and little bitty feet and in the waist, she's so nice and neat
She's my TV Mama, one with the big, wide screen
Every time she loves me, man, she makes me scream

She just taste like candy, boys, I really go for sweets,
I love her from her head down to her little bitty feet
Yeah, she's my TV Mama, one with the big, wide screen
Every time she loves me, oh yes, I'm bound to scream

I'm just kind-a rollin', tumblin', talkin' all out of my head
Well just I'm rollin' and tumblin', man, I'm talkin' all out of my head
And when my baby shook me, man, I fell right out of bed
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 5 Jan, 2006 10:36 pm
Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.

As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay.

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out.
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck,
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,
Says, "Open up another deck."
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,''
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay.

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.
He tried to grab the woman's hand,
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand."
She said, "That ain't enough."
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.
She passed the door that the Greek had locked,
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay.

"I've got to talk to someone quick!"
But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor.
He hung there from the chandelier.
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love.
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay.

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.
The dealer said, "It's too late now.
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb."
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay.

I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 6 Jan, 2006 06:00 am
Carl Sandburg
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 - July 22, 1967) was an American poet, historian, novelist, balladeer and folklorist. He was born in Galesburg, Illinois of Swedish parents and died in Flat Rock, North Carolina.

H. L. Mencken called Carl Sandburg "indubitably an American in every pulse-beat." He was a successful journalist, poet, historian, biographer, and autobiographer. During the course of his career, Sandburg won two Pulitzer Prizes, one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln (Abraham Lincoln: The War Years) and one for his collection The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg.

Much of his poetry, such as "Chicago", focused on Chicago, Illinois, where he spent time as a reporter for the Chicago Daily News and the Day Book. His most famous description of the city is as "Hog Butcher for the World/Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat/Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler,/Stormy, Husky, Brawling, City of the Big Shoulders."

During the Spanish-American War, Sandburg enlisted in the 6th Illinois Infantry. Following a brief (two-week) career as a student at West Point with Douglas MacArthur, Sandburg chose to attend Lombard College. Sandburg left college without a degree in 1902 and got married to Lillian Steichen, sister of the famed photographer, Edward Steichen, in 1908. Lillian (nicknamed "Paus'l" by her mother and "Paula" by Carl) and Carl had three daughters. From 1912 to 1928, he lived in Chicago, nearby Evanston and Elmhurst. During this time he began work on his series of biographies on Abraham Lincoln, which would eventually earn him his Pulitzer Prize in history (for Abraham Lincoln: The War Years, 1940). Sandburg lived for a brief period in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, before moving to Harbert, Michigan. It was also during his years in the Chicago area and Milwaukee that Sandburg was a member of the Social Democratic Party and took a strong interest in the socialist community. In 1945, the Sandburg family moved from the Midwest, where they'd spent most of their lives, to the Connemara estate, in Flat Rock, North Carolina. Connemara was ideal for the family, as it gave Mr. Sandburg an entire mountain top to roam and enough solitude for him to write. It also provided Mrs. Sandburg over 30 acres of pasture to raise and graze her prize-winning dairy goats.

He is also beloved by generations of children for his Rootabaga Stories and Rootabaga Pigeons, a series of whimsical, sometimes melancholy stories he originally created for his own daughters. The Rootabaga Stories were born of Sandburg's desire for "American fairy tales" to match American childhood. He felt that the European stories involving royalty and knights were inappropriate, and so populated his stories with skyscrapers, trains, corn fairies and the "Five Marrrrvelous Pretzels".

His home of 22 years in Flat Rock, Henderson County, North Carolina is preserved by the National Park Service as the Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site. Carl Sandburg College is located in Sandburg's birthplace of Galesburg, Illinois. The Rare Book and Special Collections Library at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign possesses the Carl Sandburg collection and archives. The bulk of the collection was purchased directly from Carl Sandburg and his family, with many smaller collections having been donated by his family and purchased from outside sources.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Sandburg

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Bronzes

I
1THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-
oln Park
2Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr
by in long processions going somewhere to keep ap-
pointment for dinner and matineés and buying and
selling
3Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are
piling
4On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near
by
5 I have seen the general dare the combers come closer
6And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs
and guns of the storm.

II
7I cross Lincoln Park on a winter night when the snow
is falling.
8Lincoln in bronze stands among the white lines of snow,
his bronze forehead meeting soft echoes of the new-
sies crying forty thousand men are dead along the
Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar
of the city at his bronze feet.
9A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with
long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they
hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their
pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight
and into the dawn.

Notes

1] General Grant: Ulysses S. Grant (1822-85), commander general of the victorious union armies in the American civil war, and 18th President of the United States.
Lincoln Park. 19th-century English style rolling park along 5 miles of Chicago's lakefront.

5] combers: curling waves.

8] the Yser: river flowing through France and Belgium into the South Sea.

9] Garibaldi: Giuseppe Garibaldi (1807-82), revolutionary leader in the liberation and unification of Italy under King Victor Emmanuel in 1861.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 6 Jan, 2006 06:05 am
Tom Mix
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Thomas E. Mix (January 6, 1880 - October 11, 1940) was an American film actor, the star of many early Western movies. He made a reported 336 films between 1910 and 1935, all but 9 of them silent features. In the process he became Hollywood's first larger-than-life Western megastar, and defined the genre for all actors that followed.


Early years

Born Thomas Hezikiah Mix into a relatively poor logging family in Mix Run, Pennsylvania, about 40 miles (60 km) north of State College, Pennsylvania. When he enlisted in the Army in April 1898, he registered as Thomas E. Mix. He served in a heavy artillery unit during the Spanish-American War. He re-enlisted in 1901, but failed to return to duty after a 1902 extended furlough when he married Grace I. Allin on July 18th. Mix was listed as AWOL on November 4, 1902 yet he was never court martialed or, apparently, even properly discharged. His marriage was annulled a year later. In 1905, Tom Mix married Kitty Jewel Perinne but this too ended within a year and in 1907 he married Olive Stokes with whom he had a daughter.

After working a variety of odd jobs in the Oklahoma Territory, Mix went on to work at the 101 Ranch, the largest ranching outfit in the US, with 101,000 acres (409 km²), hence the name 101. He distinguished himself as a horseman and expert shot, winning the 1909 national Riding and Rodeo Championship. Mix is rumored to have served a brief and undistinguished term with the Texas Rangers.


Film career

Mix was picked out to be a supporting cast member with the Selig Polyscope Company, one of the first silent film makers. His first shoot (1910) was "Ranch Life in the Great Southwest" and he showed off his signature style as a cattle wrangler. The film was a success and Tom Mix became a star. While with Selig, he co-starred with Victoria Forde with whom he became romantically involved. He divorced Olive Stokes-Mix in 1917 to marry Forde in 1918. They had a daughter, Thomasina Mix, but divorced in 1931. He performed in more than 100 films with Selig, many of which were filmed in Las Vegas, New Mexico. Throughout the silent film era, Mix helped redefine what the western film genre could be through an emphasis on action in pursuit of the bad guys. Mix's career in the movies lasted 26 years and made him $6,000,000.

Selig folded in 1917, and Tom Mix and his wife Victoria both signed with Fox Film Corporation.

He went on to make more than 160 films throughout the 1920s, each growing in plot and complexity as the matinee film became a Saturday staple for escapist American youth. These were "packaged" dramatic films, no longer attempting the documentary style of the Selig days, with clear-cut heroes and villains and a clean-cut cowboy always saving the day. (Ronald Reagan and John Wayne both watched Tom Mix films when they were boys.)

Tom Mix did his own stunts in almost all of his pictures, and was frequently injured.

Fatal accident

He died October 12, 1940, in an auto accident in Florence, Arizona in which he was killed by a suitcase. Mix was driving his 1937 Cord 812 phaeton at night between Tucson, Arizona and Phoenix, Arizona on a two-lane road when he came to a bridge that had been washed away. Mix's car catapulted across the empty space and crashed into the other side. The metal-hardened suitcase he had packed and put on the seat behind him flew free and struck him in the back of the head, shattering his skull and killing him instantly.

The accident occurred on what is now Arizona State Route 79. A historical marker is located at the accident site. Mix is interred in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California.


Honors

For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Tom Mix has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1708 Vine Street. He has his cowboy boot prints, palm prints and his famous horse Tony's hoof prints in Grauman's Chinese Theatre at 6925 Hollywood Boulevard. In 1958, he was inducted posthumously into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. There is a Tom Mix museum in Dewey, Oklahoma and another in Mix Run, Pennsylvania.

Daryl Ponicsan's novel Tom Mix Died for Your Sins (1975) evokes the life and personality of the star.

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