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Willie Nelson Releases Gay Cowboy Song 2 hours, 1 minute ago



NASHVILLE, Tenn. - Country music outlaw Willie Nelson sang "Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" and "My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys" more than 25 years ago. He released a very different sort of cowboy anthem this Valentine's Day.


"Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)" may be the first gay cowboy song by a major recording artist. But it was written long before this year's Oscar-nominated "Brokeback Mountain" made gay cowboys a hot topic.

Available exclusively through iTunes, the song features choppy Tex-Mex style guitar runs and Nelson's deadpan delivery of lines like, "What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?" and "Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out."

The song, which debuted Tuesday on Howard Stern's satellite radio show, was written by Texas-born singer-songwriter Ned Sublette in 1981. Sublette said he wrote it during the "Urban Cowboy" craze and always imagined Nelson singing it.

Someone passed a copy of the song to Nelson back in the late 1980s and, according to Nelson's record label, Lost Highway, he recorded it last year at his Pedernales studio in Texas.

Nelson has appeared in several Western movies and sings "He Was a Friend of Mine" on the "Brokeback Mountain" soundtrack.

What about a Canadian song?

Les maudits français

Paroles et Musique: Lynda Lemay


Y parlent avec des mots précis
Puis y prononcent toutes leurs syllabes
À tout bout d'champ, y s'donnent des bis
Y passent leurs grandes journées à table

Y ont des menus qu'on comprend pas
Y boivent du vin comme si c'était d'l'eau
Y mangent du pain pis du foie gras
En trouvant l'moyen d'pas être gros

Y font des manifs aux quart d'heure
À tous les maudits coins d'rue
Tous les taxis ont des chauffeurs
Qui roulent en fous, qui collent au cul

Et quand y parlent de venir chez nous
C'est pour l'hiver ou les indiens
Les longues promenades en Ski-doo
Ou encore en traîneau à chiens

Ils ont des tasses minuscules
Et des immenses cendriers
Y font du vrai café d'adulte
Ils avalent ça en deux gorgées

On trouve leurs gros bergers allemands
Et leurs petits caniches chéris
Sur les planchers des restaurants
Des épiceries, des pharmacies

Y disent qu'y dînent quand y soupent
Et y est deux heures quand y déjeunent
Au petit matin, ça sent l'yaourt
Y connaissent pas les œufs-bacon

En fin d'soirée, c'est plus chocroute
Magret d'canard ou escargots
Tout s'déroule bien jusqu'à c'qu'on goûte
À leur putain de tête de veau

Un bout d'paupière, un bout d'gencive
Un bout d'oreille, un bout d'museau
Pour des papilles gustatives
De québécois, c'est un peu trop

Puis, y nous prennent pour un martien
Quand on commande un verre de lait
Ou quand on demande : La salle de bain
Est à quelle place, S.V.P ?

Et quand ils arrivent chez nous
Y s'prennent une tuque et un Kanuk
Se mettent à chercher des igloos
Finissent dans une cabane à sucre
Y tombent en amour sur le coup
Avec nos forêts et nos lacs
Et y s'mettent à parler comme nous
Apprennent à dire : Tabarnak

Et bien saoulés au caribou
À la Molson et au gros gin
Y s'extasient sur nos ragoûts
D'pattes de cochon et nos plats d'binnes

Vu qu'on n'a pas d'fromages qui puent
Y s'accommodent d'un vieux cheddar
Et y se plaignent pas trop non plus
De notre petit café bâtard

Quand leur séjour tire à sa fin
Ils ont compris qu'ils ont plus l'droit
De nous appeler les Canadiens
Alors que l'on est québécois
Y disent au revoir, les yeux tout trempés
L'sirop d'érable plein les bagages
On réalise qu'on leur ressemble
On leur souhaite bon voyage

On est rendu qu'on donne des becs
Comme si on l'avait toujours fait
Y a comme un trou dans le Québec
Quand partent les maudits français

i think you meant Robert Downey Jr.

Well, there's our Francis, listeners. Hey, Paris is that song in Quebec French or France French? <smile>

Good to have Europe represented today, right?

Now a song from one of Bob's bio people:


Artist: Melissa Manchester
Song: Midnight Blue
Album: Essence Of Melissa Manchester


Whatever it is, it'll keep till the morning
Haven't we both got better things to do?
Midnight blue
Even the simple things become rough
Haven't we had enough?

And I think we can make it
One more time
If we try
One more time for all the old times

For all of the times you told me you need me
Needing me now is something I could use
Midnight blue
Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?
Maybe it's not the end

And I think we can make it
One more time
If we try
One more time for all the old times
Midnight blue

I think we can make it
I think we can make it
Oh, wouldn't you give your heart to a friend?
Think of me as your friend

And I think we can make it
One more time
If we try
One more time for all of the old, old times

One more time
I think we can make it
If we try
I think we can make it
If we try
Looks like we're gonna make it
Looks like we're gonna make it
If we try
I think we can make it

fade

You're right, Mr. Turtle. Told you I didn't remember much of the movie and that has become obvious.

Wow! Rob Downey and Rob Lowe resemble each other, folks, and Rob Lowe was born in Charlottesville, Va. No wonder I had them confused.

Ok. You tell me which is which, listeners.

Sorry to digress but I found this interesting. I just finished reading Dean Koontz' Sole Survivor. At the beginning of the book I found this poem:

from Sole Survivor

The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here,
this lonely world, this troubled place,
then cold dead stars and empty space...
Well, I see no reason to persevere,
no reason to laugh or shed a tear,
no reason to sleep or ever to wake,
no promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
to study the clear but mysterious skies--
that arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?

and below was:

___ THE BOOK OF COUNTED SORROWS


I'd never heard of it so I did a search and found a bunch of Dean Koontz' poems. Didn't know he'd done poetry so for anyone interested take a look.

http://www.veinotte.com/koontz/sorrows.htm

maybe you thought of Lowe because he was a member of the "brat pack".

No problem with digression here, Bob, and that poem was beautiful. Just as you, I did not know that Koontz was a poet. What a nice revelation.

Oh, my gorsh, Mr. Turtle. I had forgotten that Lowe was a brat.

Now Downey, listeners, was a bad boy.

How about a brat pack song:

YOU'RE THE ONLY WOMAN
Brat Pack

Say now you talk about the things I do
But baby I, I'll try n explain the reasons why
Cause I've been thinking about
The things we said late last night
When every word I said just didn't come out right
And you were so afraid that I'd found someone new
But darlin well, there's no need
For what we're going through because
.
You and I've been in love too long
To worry about tomorrow
Here's a place where we both belong
I know you're the only woman that I'm dreaming of
You're the only woman that I really love

Baby see what a foolish heart has done for me
Darling why would you break my heart and make me cry
Well now you can't go back and change the way things are
And all this foolish talk won't take us very far
And so I hope you're listening cause I'm telling you
About the way I feel and what I'm going through because

You and I've been in love too long
To worry about tomorrow
Here's a place where we both belong
I know you're the only woman that I'm dreaming of
I say you're the only woman that I really love
Don't speak, sh-h-h

When the pain of love surrounds you
And the world may be unkind
I'll put my loving arms around you
And take you far from this place and time because
You and I've been in love too long
To worry about tomorrow
Here's a place where we both belong
I know you're the only woman I've been dreaming of
Baby you're the only woman that I really love
You're the only woman
I know you're the only woman
Well now you're the only woman

Does George know about this ????
Tho after that gunslinger Cheny got the wrong man anyone else has to be an improvement

Comic book hero takes on al-Qaeda

The Batman film franchise was revived after eight years in 2005
The latest Batman adventure will see the Caped Crusader take on al-Qaeda leader Osama Bin Laden.
Comic book artist Frank Miller is midway through writing Holy Terror, Batman, which sees Batman defending Gotham City from a terrorist attack.

"It is, not to put too fine a point on it, a piece of propaganda," said Miller at a US comic book convention.

The veteran writer called it "a reminder to people who seem to have forgotten who we're up against".

He said the story was "an explosion from my gut reaction of what is happening now".



there's more at
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4717696.stm

My word, John. Batman vs. Osama? Oh, yes, London. You can count on the super heroes to be big propaganda.

You Brits, of course, remember Tom Paine, don't you? <smile> He got in deep s**t when he went to France:


Tom Paine was the most pro-French Revolution propagandist. He had helped the Americans in their conflict against Britain with his pamphlet Common Sense and possibly had also had a hand in writing the Declaration of Independence. He had tried to encourage democracy in England. Later he went to France and was almost executed by the Jacobins on the grounds that he was a royalist. Paine then returned to America. He helped to light the spark of two revolutions and attempted a third. Paine read Edmund Burke's pamphlet, Reflections on the Revolution in France and replied with Rights of Man which was published in two parts in 1791 and 1792. Like Common Sense before it, it was aimed at the craftsmen and artisans. Paine said that all men were equal and any non-equaliser such as money, power, prestige or titles, were wrong. He felt that governments should reflect social equality.

There's your flesh and blood hero, buddy.

afternoon, all !
a neat litttle book sits in front of me :

'samuel johnson's insults'
(when you can't think of something nice to say, let samuel johson help you elevate the insult to an art form)

the book manages to cram about 500 insults into 100 pages - great stuff ! no one should be without it !

it starts with 'abbey-lubber' , a slothful loiterer in a religious house, under pretence of retirement and austerity
(is he describing me ?)

goes to 'mopus' , a drone, a dreamer

and ends with 'zany' , the contraction of giovanni, one employed to raise laughter by his gestures, actions and speeches ; A MERRY ANDREW (!) ; a buffoon.

if i have nothing better to do, i'll blind you with my wonderful sense of insulting humour .

looking forward to an animated conversation,
you moon-calves and ninnyhammers ! hbg

Very good challenge, hamburger.

George Bernard Shaw had some good ones as well. The problem is, folks, that the posers don't know when they've been hit.

How about a song for the fakes:

Limp Bizkit
» Counterfeit


Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask - [5x]
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a...fake
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
Artificial minds seekin out the new trends
Get in where you fit in
Quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture
Let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you wanna change yourself
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limp on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - (6x)
Now you're steadily startin to change
You wanna rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony (fake)
You know we figured you out (fake)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out
Fake [a bunch of times]

Here's a nice little song from Mr. Eric Clapton


Are we rolling? a one, a two, a three, a four...

A mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.

The mother turned round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"oh, where has my baby gone? " the angels replied:

Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.

Your baby is perfectly happy;
He wont need a bath anymore.
Hes a-muckin about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.

Do you want to do it again?

My word, John. That is a Saaaaddddddd song, Brit.

How about a "Me" song?



I Am What I Am
by Jerry Herman from La Cage Aux Folles

I am what I am, I am my own special creation
So come take a look, give me the hook, or the ovation
It's my world that I want to have a little pride in
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in
Life's not worth a damn, till you can say "Hey world,
I am what I am!"



I am what I am, I don't want praise, I don't want pity
I bang my own drum, some say it's noise, I think it's pretty
And so what if I love each feather and each spangle
Why not try to see things from a different angle?
Your life is a sham till you can shout out loud
I am what I am

I am what I am, and what I am need no excuses
I deal my own deck, sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces
There's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a damn till you can say "Hey, world,
I am what I am!"

and here's anothe one that is perhaps a bit surreal


Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

That is odd, OAK. Figure this one out.

Any two five elevenis?

It's called inflated language. Love it!

what is that all about then ???? I'll llook it up

http://www.siue.edu/~smoiles/inflated.html


it's all in there ,,,, I think