Hey Mr. Larkin

I wanted to share a few songs that I think are amazing. iTunes' Genius has helped me discover a few of these. I will paste lyrics below, I think lyrics really make the song. I also think I may not have time to write a full blog, but maybe the gushy lyrics, soft melodies or political undertones of selected songs will tell you a little how I feel now...

 If anyone has the guitar tab for these songs, hook a sister up.

"Mr. Larkin" by State Radio

"Casimir Pulaski Day" by Sufjan Stevens

"Our Brown Friends" by Lola Ray

"The Luckiest" by Ben Folds

"Sixteen Military Wives" by The Decemberists

"Falling Down" by Oasis

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Mr. Larkin... by State Radio

I work in the kitchen

At an old folk's home

I do my best but I too am getting on

I do the dishes but lately I been breaking plates

See as I get older my hands are starting to shake

So Mr Larkin

See I got to hold this job

Did you misspeak when you told me

She was all but gone

Mr LArkin

Dock me my one week's pay

But don't ask me to leave

I can't afford that today

Ten years ago my wife took sick

So I brought her here

My job I quit

I started working for the home

So I could be by her everyday

We couldn't afford the cost in any other way

So, So Mr Larkin see I

I know she knows who I am

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand

It's what I live for it's why she don't die

So Mr Larkin won't you give me this try

I walk to work on route 27

I see the same cars pass everyday

And through all this New England weather

You know never once have I been late

So Mr. Larkin see I

I know she knows who I am

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand

It's what I live for it's why she don't die

So Mr. Larkin won't you give me this try

I see the argument you're making

And I understand you got to do your job

And believe me I know shes turning angel

But you see this woman is all I got

So Mr Larkin see I

I know she know who I am

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand

It's what I live for it's why she don't die

So Mr. Larkin won't you give me this try

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Casimir Pulaski Day... by Sufjan Stevens

Golden rod and the 4-H stone

The things I brought you

When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone

And he drove his car to the Navy yard

Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade

When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade

I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications you could do without

When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study

We lift our hands and ray over your body

But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house

In the living room when you kissed my neck

And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs

When your father found out what we did that night

And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house

I find the card where you wrote it out

With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide

With my short tucked in and my shoes untied 

I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go

And the nurse runs in with her head hung low

And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade

On the first of March on the holiday

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications when I see his face

In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face

And he takes and he takes and he takes

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Our Brown Friends... by Lola Ray

Two fat men were walking through the forest

Walking though the forest

Both of them in chorus

Of my god it's a tiny little native

Tiny little native

Thank god we found him

We're just hanging out so please go home

We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone

Burn the huts and rape the women

Show them how to save their souls

Toss the sinners in the bonfire

Teach them how to love control

Cast them out and point the finger

Blame them for what's wrong these days

Turn them into perfect people

Team them how to love control

Control. Control. Control.

Two fat pigs were walking down the street

And walking through the park

And looking for some trouble

Came upon a ratty little faggot

Whiny little faggot

We're just hanging out so please go home

We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone

We've got questions if you've got the answers

If you've got no answers, we have got some questions

What's hot eight legs

And a giant ego

Fleeing like a demon

Staring at his Jesus

We're just hanging out so please go home

We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone

Burn the huts and rape the women

Show them how to save their souls

Toss the sinners in the bonfire

Teach them how to love control

Cast them out and point the finger

Blame them for what's wrong these days

Turn them into perfect people

Teach them how to love control

Control. Control. Control.

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The luckiest... by Ben Folds

I don't get many things right the first time

In fact, I am told that a lot

Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls

Brought me here

And where was I before the day

That I first saw your lovely face?

Now I see it everyday

And I know

That I am

I am

I am

The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you

In a house on a street where you lived?

Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike

Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes

I see one pair that I recognize

And I know

That I am

I am

I am

The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties

Then one day passed away in his sleep

And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days

And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's strange way to tell you that I know we belong

That I know

That I am

I am

I am

The luckiest

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Sixteen Military Wives... by The Decemberists

Sixteen military wives

Thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes

Staring at the natural tan

of thirty-two  gently clenched wrinkled little hands

Seventeen company men

Out of which only twelve will make it back again

Sergeant sends a letter to five

Military wives, whose tears drip through ten little eyes

Cheer them on to their rivals

Cause America can, and America can't say no

And America does, if America says it's so

It's so!

And the anchorperson on TV goes...

La de da de da

Fifteen celebrity minds

Leading their fifteen sordid wretched checkered lives

Will they find the solution in time

Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds?

Eighteen academy chairs

Our of which only seven really even care

Doling out the garland to five

Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise

Cheer them on to their rivals

Cause America can, and America can't say no

And America does, if America says it's so

It's so!

And the anchorperson on TV goes...

La de da de da de -dadedade-da

La de da de da de -dadedade-da

Fourteen cannibal kings

Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring

Fifteen celebrity minds

Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives

Cheer them on the their rivals

Cause America can, and America can't say no

And America does, if America says it's so

It's so!

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Falling Down... by Oasis

The summer sun

It blows my mind

It's falling down an all that I've ever known

Time to kiss the world goodbye

Falling down on all that I've ever known

Is all that I've ever known

A dying scream

It makes no sound

Calling out to all that I've ever known

Here I am, lost and found

Calling out to all

We live a dying dream

If you know what I mean

All that I've every known

Its all the I've ever known

Catch the wind that breaks the butterfly

I cried the rain that fills the ocean wide

I tried to talk to God with no avail

Calling my name from out of nowhere

I said "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time"

Catch the wind that breaks the butterfly

I cried the rain that fills the ocean wide

I tried to talk to God to no avail

Calling my name from out of nowhere

I said "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time"

The summer sun

It blows my mind

Its falling down on all that I'd ever known

Time to kiss the world goodbye

Falling down is all that I've every known

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I expect the Spanish Inquisition!

Bloggers everywhere are talking about John McCain's recent quote regarding a possible meet-up with Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero. 

Its important to discuss.

So, Zapatero is not a Zapatista. But if he was, I still think that McCain should talk to him. Emiliano Zapata, who's name the organization takes, heavily advocated that the people control their own land and resources. People with resources? That is definitely a threat to US interests. I wonder if McCain knew that Spain and Mexico weren't one in the same. That can get pretty confusing. 

And Zapatero's Spain didn't enter into the Iraq war back in 2003 just like a lot of other nations didn't. In fact, the forces were primarily the US and Britain. Austria and Poland were part of the team too. But that leaves another, 190 countries that "aren't friends with us." It would probably be a good idea to speak with all of those presidents and Prime Ministers. Especially since, according to John McCain, "there will be other wars." 

Wait, Zapatero? Do we know who this dude is? He might not be that important. But maybe it would have been better to say "yes" I will talk to him at least to save face and not risk this sort of embarrassment. But then again there is always that risk of him being a terrorist. And we definitely don't want to partake in foolish delusions like negotiating with terrorists. 

But its more likely that Zapatero could have been confused for musician activist Frank Zappa. And since Zappa has been dead for 15 years almost, I can see why he would be hesitant to talk to him. And since Zappa once sang about a guy named Sheik Yerbouti, its obvious McCain had valid fears.

Its good that the Republican Presidential nominee doesn't talk to anarchists, non-coalition countries, potential terrorists and dead musicians. 

Over and Out.