General Chat

Being 'nice' isn't easy
and now with middle age
I find my vitriolic thoughts
Just spill upon the page
I really want to say it
to shoot you down in flames
but it's not how I was raised you see,
to call unpleasant names.
But still it's a temptation
before my time's complete,
so thank the lord for coffee
and the button marked "delete"

;-)

Here's a thought:

If every oyster needs an irritant
to bring about a pearl

and

"The world is your oyster"

why am I not just a very large lustrous pearl......?

which segues rather nicely into.....

"Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano
In a nightclub

Pearl's a singer
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub

Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner
In a contest

Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once cut a record
They played it for a week or so
On the local radio, it never made it

She wanted to be Betty Grable
But now she sits there at that beer stained table
Dreaming of the things she never got to do
All those dreams that never came true

Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano
In a nightclub

Pearl's a singer
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub"

and from this, which is so sadly true

"She wanted to be Betty Grable
But now she sits there at that beer stained table
Dreaming of the things she never got to do
All those dreams that never came true"

to

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AQNKUZkMPo

They don't come much nicer than you, our Rose. <3

Lol Rose, loved the poem. Then I see your brain was obviously in overdrive. and..... What Gwynne said.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdbB4QZ5-XI
Elkie Brooks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paK_KtWwyLg
Joni Mitchell

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
"You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies"

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer
And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close"
"Richard you haven't really changed," I said,
"It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet?
Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet."

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days.