Friday, October 5, 2012
Then young women will dance and be glad,
young men and old as
well.
I will turn their mourning into gladness;
I will give them
comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Never Too Old (To Hold Somebody)
His left arm is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.
Don't abandon life
Don't step awayDon't give up that tune
That you never could play
If you're folding your tent
And the gas pipes groan
If every bone rattles
Through nights all alone
Well you're tougher than leather
No old burlap sack
Not some hard scrabble weeds
Growing up through the cracks
Don't you know, you're never too old
You're never too old to hold somebody...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Before They Make Me Run
Raise the signal to go to Zion!
Flee for safety without delay!
C/O Fred y Frida Austere
The Flaccido Domingo Pavillion
1818 My Fuckin' Way!
1818 My Fuckin' Way!
Virtual Goshen, Blogistan
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
The poor are shunned by all their relatives
how much more do their
friends avoid them!
Though the poor pursue them with pleading,
they are
nowhere to be found.
Truth is nowhere to be found,
and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The LORD looked and was displeased
that there was no justice.
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Monday, October 1, 2012
Crowded House
For the man found the young woman
out in the country,
and though the betrothed woman screamed,
there was no one to rescue her.
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