If we looked at things slower
Would it matter?
If we listened with our eyes
Would we see?
Or would the tears be
the non stinging type
attributed to pollen
Disregarded
wiped away with sweaty palm
unacknowledged
My playlist:
George Benson — Masquerade
Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
Were lost in this masquerade
Public Enemy — What a Fool Believes 
Power to the people
cause the people want peace
have no fear
you’re safe right here
you are protected
you are respected
the people got a voice
the people got a choice
While my Guitar Gently Weeps/ acoustic version/full Beatle version/ Concert for Bangladesh version. Excess is sometimes a necessity.
I look at you all
see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why
nobody told you how to unfold you’re love
I don’t know how
someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
I hate it when.….….….….…..
I run out of goat cheese.
For my part, While My Guitar Gently Weeps need’s Clapton’s guitar for it to be While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I mean, otherwise, where’s the weeping guitar?
I’m still trying to find an mp3 of Clapton and Harrison playing Have You Ever Loved A Woman. They did it once at a live show, but I’m not sure if anyone was recording
I like the poem a lot, by the way
Love the poem.but don’t think too much of goat cheese.
I hate it when I run out of toilet paper.
Nice playlist.
i love goat cheese. People used to make fun of me for liking it. Now they eat it
Love the poem – if we looked at things slower would we understand them more – or less or have the illusion of knowledge because we’re so proud of depth? Not you thinking of somebody I know
Can’t believe the music you like :-) It’s mine, yes mine – but I share
am the only person home now as it was the only appointment I could get with the cable company and it’s beautiful out
If we looked at things slower
Would it matter?
The rabbits race to the distant goal,
jostling and elbowing;
while the old men that hold the prize
stand by the side of the track
with roses
stop. look. smell.
see how wonderful.
why are you running?
coaxing all the hares to the shady trees,
sleeping;
while the well-trained tortoises pass them by,
plodding,
the goal still far away;
and meanwhile the old men get to keep their money.
they didn’t count on the wakeful bunny
sneaking around behind them
and catching them at their game.
Don’t know, like it though.
Love me some George Benson.
Unfortunately, goat cheese tastes like goat.
I hate it when my cheese has rennet… damn rennet!
And… will this work? Am at the PC so… here goes! *holds breath*
YAY! I AM BACK!
Hey! What’s with that look???
I hate it when I run out of friends… because it’s always so much of a hassle to buy new ones.
Slow is a good way to look at things. George Benson, really? Are you sure you’re 21?
If we looked at things at all instead of scanning it would matter.
Goat Cheese — reminds me of dirty feet.
I’ve been more into indie pop as of recently:
Voxtrot, The Smiths, Tokyo Police Club, The Walkmen, Belle & Sebastian. Good times :)
Nice playlist, chica.
Been spinning the PE lately myself (Burn Hollywood Burn).
Hey, pisses off the Ivory Tower neighbors and their excessively loud playing of NPR’s Morning Edition.
Goat cheese?
Oh a woman after my own heart :)
Wombat: My father told me, when I was very young, that “Clapton was the weeping guitar in “While my Guitar Gently Weeps / White Album — I seriously had no idea what he meant at the time.
I think I was maybe five.
God Bless Green Peace Loving architects.
I like the extra lyrics on the acoustic version.
I look from the wings
at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
I’m sitting here
doing nothing but aging.
Still my guitar gently weeps
jacob: I love Goat Cheese.
Pia: We have nothing to be proud of as the depth of our knowledge is an illusion in that knowledge isn’t finite.
o –ceallaigh — I take that as an affirmative. ;)
Casey: ” love me some george benson”
Protagoras: Does Not.
Mizzy B: yup your’re back– cough–
You had to mention rennet didn’t you?
I have told the wordpress boogie man to stop teasing you.
mojo: you hang on to your friends; I’ll hang on to my goat cheese.
Dawg: so seldom do we really look. I am twenty– one and
I loves me some george benson. Blame the patriarchy – my father can’t sing but he can play a few mean instruments and he always had a multitude of music from classical to Rock. He was also willing to spend the money to replace all his old vinyl with CD’S allowing his children to wallow in his coolness as it became their own; they would soon make his cd’s their cd’s ………. ;)
John: indeed and most good cheese can do that.
Alan:ha ha so you saw the evacuation signs??????
I’m shocked you actually commented here. (wordpress now?)
The Smiths – yay.
Bella and Sebastian is good but right now I’m in a “deeper” mode. ;0
Jason: You get to climb three rungs up the ladder for liking goat cheese.
Oh Alan by the way I am doing this trackback because there is no way to respond at your blog. Either make it registration only or change the user option.
http://thatoldsoul.wordpress.com/2006/07/02/you-should-listen-to-these-bands/trackback/
Cool.
That you have never kissed a goat, or will not admit to having done it, your credibility has plunged with me…hummmph.
with love,
truth boy
Some eyes do not see no matter how long they stare.
Bless you for the music and the prose and the fire that burns inside .
Lori : Nice to see ya
truth boy: HUMMGH — everyone kisses a goat at least once. Some kisses are meant to be kept
in the locked chamber.
joeg: you have stuck with me way too long joe.