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Now, baby, it’s never… all over again.

Now, Baby, It's Never

Forever… never.

They’re kind of functional equivalents. Both seemingly impossible yet, maybe paradoxically, absolutely necessary for our understanding of possitibility.

And they rhyme, better yet.

Didn’t I just post a version of this song about one month ago? You can answer that yourself by looking just below to the list of previous versions, but, wait, I’ll save you the trouble: yes, yes, I did. And that version did have mandolin — but the mando was playing an accompaniment filigree on that one… and I thought the small, thin sound of the mandolin as solo accompaniment gave the song a certain programmatic poignancy…

Anyhow, it’s my blog/podcast and I can do what I damn well want… and that’s yet another version of this slim-as-a-diet-wafer song.

Now, Baby, It’s Never

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Sunday, December 11, 2005
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Sunday, January 27, 2008

lyrics
Now, Baby, It’s Never

(C)2008, TK Major

Everything you say
seems to mean goodbye
Though we talked forever
I never did know why

Now baby its never
our time wont come again
This time forever baby
This time it’s the end

Tonight when you kissed me
it burned me to my soul
Everything I thought I knew
was all a lie I know

Now baby its never…

I walked along the aqueduct
just before the dawn
The sun looked old and tired as it came up
but at least the night was gone

Now baby its never…

(C)2008, TK Major

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Desperation is in short supply…

Winged Victory

It is often said that trouble, trouble, at any rate, that doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger.

But there are times when you’d trade all life’s hard-learned lessons and ennobling sorrows for a little rest… a break in the action… the pain subsiding into a dull ache… even for a little while.

You slog forward because you think you remember somewhere that to fall behind is to succumb… to fall in the snow… to be forgotten because no one else has the strength to remember one more fallen comrade.

The point of survival is soon forgotten and it becomes a habit… or the struggle toward it… the weary momentum.

Ah… hell… it’s a beautiful faux spring day here in Southern California and I live near the beach. Y’all can listen to this song — I’m going outside…

2 Dazed 2 Care

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Monday, November 07, 2005
Sunday, February 05, 2006

original 1982 dark new wave recording [soundclick page]

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2 Dazed 2 Care

Turn down this street
back down that alley
there is no escape and there is no stalling

The future is here
and it’s more of the past
All I remember
is falling and falling

Leave me alone
just let me be
with wounds this deep
they just have to bleed

Desperation is short supply
I used up my panic in the crises last year
It’s hard to worry, it’s hard to care
when you’re so tired of anger
and you’re so tired of fear

Leave me alone…

No point in crying, laughing or dreaming
no point in love, no % in fear
desperation is in short supply
so tired of anger
2 dazed 2 care

(C)1981,2008, TK Major

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Throw the bums out…

A Whole 'Nother New Morning

Since I’ve written before in this space about being an anti-war, environmentally concerned Republican (unnecessary war only benefits the arms dealers and a dead planet is bad for business — what’s hard to understand about that?) I figure it’s probably appropriate for me to announce some changes around here…

I wish the GOP was still the party of Lincoln, civil rights, and honest, responsible government. But that fantasy is unsustainable.

It’s not a perfect fit — but I’m now a Democrat. That’s right, a capital-D Democrat.

And, like a lot of folks walking away from my former party, I’ve been drawn steadily to the new guy.

Not only is he likable — he’s whip smart and serious in a way that seems to elevate the dialog away from the same old do-anything-say-anything-to-get-elected politics of his closest rival for his party’s nomination.

Do I have qualms? Sure, I’m a fiscal conservative and he’s… well… he’s kind of a progressive.

But when’s the last time there was a genuine fiscal conservative Republican in the White House? That would be… not in my half-century-plus of memory. No, the Republicans who’ve crossed that threshold have been, by and large, disgraceful spend-and-borrow profligates and any cursory investigation of the ups and downs of US deficits and total debt will throw that into stark and unmistakable relief.

And those Republican spendthrifts have by and large thrown away the money enriching their cronies and donors — often as not on weapons systems that do not work as advertised and erode the security of the U.S.

So, while I’d certainly be more comfortable if someone, somewhere was promising smaller budgets — and might actually be counted on to deliver them (ah, there’s always the rub) — I’m actually more comfortable with someone who wants to put his spending to use in actually improving the lot of U.S. citizens instead of greedy, corrupt warmongering arms makers.

I’m voting for Obama, today.

[reprise]
A Whole ‘Nother New Morning

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You’re new round here…

Don't Let Dee Dee Dog You 'Round

There were few men in town, straight or gay, who hadn’t played the fool for Dee Dee at least a couple of times.

She’d married thrice and buried three husbands by the age of 43. There wasn’t the slightest hint — or even possibility — of foul play in the deaths of her husbands — but it made you think.

Or it should have.

Still, men fell under Dee Dee’s spell. She lined ’em up and knocked ’em over and the guys just got back in line to have her do it again. Other women would watch it happen, shake their heads. Watch it happen again.

A guy would see it happen to his buddy and tell himself, well, the sucker asked for it, what do you expect, it’s Dee Dee — and then Dee Dee would turn to him with her eyes opening up like crazy, empty mineshafts and the next thing he knew he was signing over the pink slip to his F750 and borrowing against his life insurance to loan her the money for an operation for her beloved grandmother. Even though he paid for grandma’s funeral two years ago. And attended it.

Don’t Let Dee Dee Dog You ‘Round

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Monday, October 10, 2005
Friday, April 14, 2006
produced version

lyrics
Don’t Let Dee Dee Dog You ‘Round

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
If you knew her old tricks you’d haul yer bones outta town
Let me share the wisdom that the pack has found
don’t let Dee Dee — dog you ’round

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
Don’t let Dee drag you down

You’re new round here
so let me clue you in
there’s a firestorm of trouble
you’re about to jump in
her name is Deborah Dale
won’t wanna hear that again
‘Cause Dee Dee means danger — and damnable sin

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
Don’t let Dee drag you down

We all ’round here we’ve seen it before
we pretty much know what you’ve got in store
she’ll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain’t a man here in town that she can’t control
–all the same, we all love Deborah Dale

In the trailer parks
and the liquor stores
in the strip mall lounges
‘midst the strip mall mores
one light shines above all the rest
its the same flame that draws
the moths to their deaths

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
Don’t let Dee drag you down

A fool and his money are soon famous round here
and the vampires have radar for a fool full of beer
most suck out your money then they leave you alone
but Dee Dee don’t stop til she’s drained out your soul

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
Don’t let Dee drag you down

We all ’round here we’ve seen it before
we pretty much know what you’ve got in store
she’ll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain’t a man here in town that she can’t control
–all the same, we all love Deborah Dale

3/17/1996
(C)1996,2008, TK Major

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