Jun. 16th, 2006
Current song I am enjoying...
Jun. 16th, 2006 10:38 amI Go Like The Raven
By Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer
Woodpecker woman, chipaway, whittle, carve my name in a hick'ry fiddle
Dance all night, dream just a little, i go like the raven
Down in the meadow, deep in the holler, bullfrong sing to the bug-eyed crawler
Slide to the rake, hop to the caller, reel with the willow waivin
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye
Set my dancin feet to fly
O'er the dark and dervish sky
I go like the raven
Long time ago i had me a feller, three-cocked hat and a coat o' yeller
Locked me down in a sawdust cellar,fed me beans and bacon
Through the doorway he did enter, played him coy, played him tender
Played him slumber through the winter, gone when the birds awakened
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
When they hear my bowstrings tightnin, angels gay, devils frightnin
C'mon fire and midnight lightnin to the garden gancy
Hail the wayward werewolf howlin, haints and shades and goblins growlin
Fiends and demon deevs a-prowlin when i break and fancy
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
Now all you blackbirds, plain or pretty, hear my words for rede or witty:
Keep the greenwood, shun the city and her dandies craven
Now it's time for pimpage:
And my friend
reannon has a new book out from Ellora's Cave. It is called Tandem. Please go purchase this charming endeaver of erotic fiction. It's part of Ellora's Strange Sunburn Lines and Sand in Your Pants "Fun in the Sun" series. Rumor has it that this story is so intense that her ibook screen cracked.
Well, I'm starting that rumor now, anyway.
By Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer
Woodpecker woman, chipaway, whittle, carve my name in a hick'ry fiddle
Dance all night, dream just a little, i go like the raven
Down in the meadow, deep in the holler, bullfrong sing to the bug-eyed crawler
Slide to the rake, hop to the caller, reel with the willow waivin
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye
Set my dancin feet to fly
O'er the dark and dervish sky
I go like the raven
Long time ago i had me a feller, three-cocked hat and a coat o' yeller
Locked me down in a sawdust cellar,fed me beans and bacon
Through the doorway he did enter, played him coy, played him tender
Played him slumber through the winter, gone when the birds awakened
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
When they hear my bowstrings tightnin, angels gay, devils frightnin
C'mon fire and midnight lightnin to the garden gancy
Hail the wayward werewolf howlin, haints and shades and goblins growlin
Fiends and demon deevs a-prowlin when i break and fancy
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
Now all you blackbirds, plain or pretty, hear my words for rede or witty:
Keep the greenwood, shun the city and her dandies craven
Now it's time for pimpage:
And my friend
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Well, I'm starting that rumor now, anyway.
Okay, today was a bit of an exhausting week. Physically. I'm ready to go home and relax.
I did sleep in a bit this morning before going into work. I'm just about to leave now. So, today was jam packed, but I did work a short day of only 6 hours.
Tonight will be relaxing. Tomorrow I will have the usual drum lessons, and later on meet up with some friends for dinner and good conversation. Sunday appears to be open, thankfully. I feel a bit of wanderlust in me, and yet, there is a desire to finish what I started with my directivo. I may have a Fry's run in my future tomorrow to fetch the right networking equipment to get this thing going.
Today was P's last day. He was our contractor. He was awesome. I would have liked to hire him full time. However, business decisions got in the way. They eliminted the job of our IT security guy, and he is equally as cool, so no open positions.
Tonight, I'm torn between being a lazy spud and drinking vast quantities of liquor while reading or watching movies and practicing my drums. I might try to do all three.
I finished watching the two hour episode of "Hex" on BBC America. I'm on the fence about it. It's getting a bit more interesting. The notion of a Lesbian Ghost is rather amusing. But why must this lesbian be one of the "bad hair lesbians"? Why is it gay men often look fabulous while lesbians mostly look like they let Billy Ray Cyrus cut their hair? C'mon!
I'm going home, now.
I did sleep in a bit this morning before going into work. I'm just about to leave now. So, today was jam packed, but I did work a short day of only 6 hours.
Tonight will be relaxing. Tomorrow I will have the usual drum lessons, and later on meet up with some friends for dinner and good conversation. Sunday appears to be open, thankfully. I feel a bit of wanderlust in me, and yet, there is a desire to finish what I started with my directivo. I may have a Fry's run in my future tomorrow to fetch the right networking equipment to get this thing going.
Today was P's last day. He was our contractor. He was awesome. I would have liked to hire him full time. However, business decisions got in the way. They eliminted the job of our IT security guy, and he is equally as cool, so no open positions.
Tonight, I'm torn between being a lazy spud and drinking vast quantities of liquor while reading or watching movies and practicing my drums. I might try to do all three.
I finished watching the two hour episode of "Hex" on BBC America. I'm on the fence about it. It's getting a bit more interesting. The notion of a Lesbian Ghost is rather amusing. But why must this lesbian be one of the "bad hair lesbians"? Why is it gay men often look fabulous while lesbians mostly look like they let Billy Ray Cyrus cut their hair? C'mon!
I'm going home, now.