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	<title>A Journey, a Journal, Reflections &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Songs and Words in Songs</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 05:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you seen the Freakonomics Blegs series? It&#8217;s fun. Great lines in movies, things like that. I gather that  bleg is a contraction for blogging and begging, a play on words related to asking readers for contributions.
It made me think of some great lines in songs. Some of these are pure poetry. Or so it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you seen the Freakonomics Blegs series? It&#8217;s fun. <a href="http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/03/our-daily-bleg-what-are-the-film-quotes-of-the-century/">Great lines in movies</a>, things like that. I gather that  bleg is a contraction for blogging and begging, a play on words related to asking readers for contributions.</p>
<p>It made me think of some great lines in songs. Some of these are pure poetry. Or so it sees to me.</p>
<blockquote><p>Freedom&#8217;s just another word for nothing left to lose</p>
<p>I&#8217;d trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Kris Kristofferson, <em>Me and Bobbie McGee</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They paved paradise and put up a parking lot</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Joni Mitchell, <em>Big Yellow Taxi</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">and I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Emmy Lou Harris, <em>Boulder to Birmingham</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">You of tender years can&#8217;t know the fears that your elders grew by. So help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die. Teach your parents well, their childrens&#8217; hell will slowly go by. And feed them on your dreams.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, <em>Teach Your Children</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">because the cops don&#8217;t need you, and man they expect the same</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Bob Dylan, <em>Just Like Tom Thumb&#8217;s Blues</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand, and rivers that ran through every day. I must have been mad, I never knew what I had until I threw it all away.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Bob Dylan, <em>I Threw it All Away</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Cowboys like smoky old poolrooms and clear mountain mornings</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Patsy and Ed Bruce, <em>Mamas Don&#8217;t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I married her because she looks like you</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Lyle Lovett, <em>I Married Her Because She Looks Like You</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Paul Simon, <em>Train in the Distance</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Paul Simon, <em>You Can Call Me Al</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All I ever had: Redemption songs: These songs of freedom</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Bob Marley, <em>Redemption Songs</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In the end, only kindness matters</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Jewel, <em>Hands</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">And, if you happen to speak (or read) Spanish, how about these:</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Simon Blanco tuvo suerte. De tres balas que le dieron, solo una fue de muerte.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Anonymous corrido, <em>Simon Blanco</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Yo soy como el chile verde, picante pero sabroso</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Anonymous, <em>la Llorona</em></p>
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		<title>Moonlight on Granite</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Timberry</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[High mountain near midnight bright moonlight outside the tent
and cold, and almost barefoot, but I was out there and I stopped,
suddenly, stopped,
cold, and looked at the landscape.
Moonlight on granite.
The granite held it all steady and solid:
mountain lake and the lakeside meadow, the peak above it,
and the rockstrewn snowpatched cliffs between.
But the moonlight made it magic [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span>High mountain near midnight bright moonlight outside the tent</p>
<p>and cold, and almost barefoot, but I was out there and I stopped,</p>
<p>suddenly, stopped,</p>
<p>cold, and looked at the landscape.</p>
<p>Moonlight on granite.</p>
<p>The granite held it all steady and solid:</p>
<p>mountain lake and the lakeside meadow, the peak above it,</p>
<p>and the rockstrewn snowpatched cliffs between.</p>
<p>But the moonlight made it magic &#8212; crystal, sparkled, rock-flecked magic.</p>
<p>The rock, like solid time, relentless &#8230;</p>
<p>draped in a silver moonlight as equally unreal as rock is real. my people asleep in the tent in the meadow.</p>
<p>The slopes, the pass, the peak, everything there rested on granite.</p>
<p>Think about solid rock, miles deep, mountains made of it, that&#8217;s the granite.</p>
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