Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

Daniel~ said:
With a new time hard upon our thresh hold Let us be at our meat and drink be joyous and of good cheer.
Let us celebrate Mary Ann!


Sorry I looked but couldn't find the Original.
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Always liked this song. Not really knowing the lyrics beyond the chorus. Happens a lot. Thanks!
 
Daniel~ said:
The inevitably of the Good.
Evil is simply the negation of the good. It creates nothing.
We aren't heading anywhere. We are manifest in this moment. How we manifest is not entirely out of our hands.

In all times ad in all places we are called upon to will the Good.
This we can do. But we don't have to. We can will the negation of the good.

What we can't do is will a different or other world. We only have this one.

We can submit to the needs of our world or we can ignore them in favor of folly and catastrophe.

Most humans live in their false conceptions of this world. always colored by desire always turning away from virtue. They cultivate fantasies which must isolate them as this world spins our reality and we partake of it or perish.

"The most delicate and fragile thing you will ever handle in this life is another man's fantasy."
(Paraphrasing C.G. Jung)

Because fantasy is not supported by reality. All evil is human fantasy which has no reality to support it.
But this world spins in a shining purity, free of all out evil, it none the less suffers from our evil.

Evil can destroy but evil can never win. For evil to exist there must first be a Good it can negate.

This world old beyond all reckoning was good before we were born and will be good long after we vacate.
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Simple positivity is hard for me to find. As if that was a discovery.
 
cloasters said:
Phil Spector was a musical genius, or at least produced music a great degree better than most can. Sad that he's in prison for violence. Not all genius is 100% on the good side of the ledger.
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We should give thanks that we have a very stable genius To lead us to our doom.":O}
 
cloasters said:
Well! I'm so glad that's where you KNOW you are going!
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Constant devotion
in an empty house falls
always away from me.

Front door left ajar
I wish the light would come in.
I wish the darkness from me.

Windows shuttered
The floor needs sweeping
In case the Landlord comes around.

I am nothing
A caretaker only
When the Master is not at home.

These dusty thoughts are no fit place
for a spring to open to her waters.
A dry throat mumbles prayers
I pray he will not hear.

A map of this world
can never lead me home.
A map of this world
will never show my house.

Nor me abandoned in it.
"Why has he left me
an empty shell
once morel?"

I wait.
Just last night so sweetly came he...

Nothing we are to know on Earth
can compare to my abandonment.

as I wait.
As I wait
As I wait
to enter
the cloud
of unknowing

A forgetful mist UN-thought of
an awakening dream
of clarity emptied of Ideas..

Out of myself arising
A light no eye can see
Illuminates his return.

I have seen heaven many Times
Just never when he was home.

In all of this a blessing
A path, a going, a return.
A waiting
a door.

When ever he comes to home
He walks right threw me
yet I only glimpse him
as he leaves,

Yes I know where I am going.
Where ever I am sent
it will be a closer walk
and it will take me home.

And there will be no word
For alone.
There will be no I
That is not apart of we..

DKE

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This is why they called it Soul Music.
"Every lie owes a debt to truth". A debt that must be paid.




 
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Daniel~ said:
Constant devotion
in an empty house falls
always away from me.

Front door left ajar
I wish the light would come in.
I wish the darkness from me.

Windows shuttered
The floor needs sweeping
In case the Landlord comes around.

I am nothing
A caretaker only
When the Master is not at home.

These dusty thoughts are no fit place
for a spring to open to her waters.
A dry throat mumbles prayers
I pray he will not hear.

A map of this world
can never lead me home.
A map of this world
will never show my house.

Nor me abandoned in it.
"Why has he left me
an empty shell
once morel?"

I wait.
Just last night so sweetly came he...

Nothing we are to know on Earth
can compare to my abandonment.

as I wait.
As I wait
As I wait
to enter
the cloud
of unknowing

A forgetful mist UN-thought of
an awakening dream
of clarity emptied of Ideas..

Out of myself arising
A light no eye can see
Illuminates his return.

I have seen heaven many Times
Just never when he was home.

In all of this a blessing
A path, a going, a return.
A waiting
a door.

When ever he comes to home
He walks right threw me
yet I only glimpse him
as he leaves,

Yes I know where I am going.
Where ever I am sent
it will be a closer walk
and it will take me home.

And there will be no word
For alone.
There will be no I
That is not apart of we..

DKE

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This one hits home though I wish it didn't.
 
Daniel~ said:
We should give thanks that we have a very stable genius To lead us to our doom.":O}
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Oh I'm thankful for this ultra-resigner from the race of men. Unkinfay grateful for a stable genius. Would he listen if someone told him the truth? The definition of his greatness, COUGH, smells like the worst sewer in Calcutta. Oops, Kolkata. Didn't mean to diss the most Massa preznit ever.
 
Daniel~ said:
They say that clothes make the man. Do you wonder I think them fools?

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Well, this guy in the song had some nerve!

Saw a band at Bumbershoot once. The Bassist played a pink instrument. Never had the cojones to try to pull that off. Maybe if I'd been married at the time...
 
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