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Mistress Reba Speaks
Thursday January 4, 2007
Hello
H E L L O Hello H E L L O
We had an apartment in
the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since
the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live
in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean
war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
Ya' know
that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry
day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in
there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and
stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats
itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and
call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if
asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
Ya'
know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry
day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in
there, hello."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot
some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if
you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
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Wednesday January 3, 2007
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter
and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in
your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the
way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You
are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day
you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you
missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is
the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day
closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the
time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled
lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has
gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to sayHome, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home
cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across
the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their
knees
To hear the softly spoken magic
spells.
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Sunday December 31, 2006
Thursday December 28, 2006
HAPPY NEW
YEAR
Almost
Well now has come
the time in which another year has passed...
Oh how time
flies...
It matters not if
your having fun or not it flies...
Friends come,
friends go...
Things change,
people change...
Sometimes the
changes are good, sometimes not...
Thing is this all
happens, whether we like it or not...
The cards lie
where they fall....
Seems strange that
so much or so little can happen in one year!!!
Incredible
almost...
Children are born,
many folks die...
All within the
*blink of an eye*...
Nothing mortals
can do or say can make the time stay...
It changes, like
the blink of an eye...
A smile or a
frown...
Happy or sad, one
in the same...
Just one upside
down...
~As~
Time waits for no
one my friend, no one...
No, not even you
or I...
Oh my how time
flies...
Mistress
Reba
12-28-06
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Saturday December 23, 2006
I removed the Music due to s l o w loading, it is in the comments section of this post at the bottom, thanks...
This song has always meant
so much to me around the Holidays...
I have in all my years on
Voice Mail Systems recited this song while the music played...
I would speak aloud the
words the small child speaks...
As sometimes children while
difficult to understand have words more profound than the words of
old...
At least as profound as any
man or woman, far more profound really...
This Yule Season, I speak
not...
All I ask of you is that you
*listen*, hear, and enjoy...
Love, Light,
Blessings...
Loreena
McKennitt - Dickens' Dublin (The palace)
Joyful mystery, the birth of our lord ... This night our Lady
and St. Joseph was going up to get registered and um they were going down the
road and they met this man ... and he said have you any room and he said 'Not
but there's an old stable over there that I owned ... If yous want to go into it
... And they went over and the Lord came down from heaven at twelve o'clock and
loads of beautiful angels was with them ... and when they were walkin
....
I walk the streets of Dublin
town
It's 1842
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg
another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes
along
If the lamp lighter comes real soon
Maybe I'll go home with
him
Maybe I can find a place I
can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
These three wise kings ... um ... they were all from different
countries. And they always looked up at the sky and they looked up this night
and saw this beautiful star up in the sky ... and when they were going they all
meeted together ... and they had to pass King Herod's, not that we much care for
him ... and they went in and he said 'Where ye goin with yer best stitches on
ye.'
The horses on the cobbled
stones pass by
Think I'll get one one fine day
Ride into the country
side
And very far away
But now as the daylight disappears
I best find a
place to sleep
Think I'll slip into the bell tower
In the church just down
the street
Maybe I can find a place I can
call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
And they said 'Did you not hear the news' and say he says 'What news'
he says 'This day the Saviour is born' and he said to them 'When you find him
come back and tell me cause I want to go and adore him too' and he was only
coddin' them. He wanted to kill him and when they were going, they stopped and
they said 'Surely not this old stable that our King is born in. We were
expecting a palace.
Maybe on the way I'll find the
dog
I saw the other night
And tuck him underneath my jacket
So we'll
stay warm through the night
As we lie in the bell tower high
And dream of
days to come
The bells o'er head will call the hour
The day we will find a
home
Maybe I can find a place I can
call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
Maybe I can find a place I can
call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
There was these shepherds and shepherds are fellas that mind
the foals and cows and sheeps and little lambs and all and um they hears this
beautiful music up in the sky and they were wondering what was so fun ... an
angel disappated then and he said I was wonderin' what so fun' and he said ye
and he said 'The Saviour is born. If yous want to go to see him, follow that
star up in the sky, and it was a beautiful star.
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