HARTMAN’s
Sister Bernadette, and our late sister Brendas two beautiful children are coming to Jersey July 27. (Bernies Bday) Pork Roll, Pizza, Corn Hole will be available.
Hope to catch the Jersey Waves with the girls. Becca has never seen the ocean ! Hopefully a trip to NYC also and a trip to the top of the Rock. Looking forward. Peace.
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Buckets Of Rain (by Mr. Bob Dylan)
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand.
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I’ll be here.
Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.
Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby,
When I go.
Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I’ll do it for you, honey baby,
Can’t you tell?
Copyright ©1974 Ram’s Horn Music
It seems like something very strange has happened to the weather. It has been raining for what seems like the past two months. Every once in a while a gorgeous day pops up. But on a static-filled radio very late last night on the side of the Watchung Reservation I heard this. Suddenly I was back on top of my bunkbed on Whitman Street in my room with Gregory. I was 15 because Blood On The Tracks came out Feb. 1975 and Greg played it—over and over and over and over. This song always stuck out for me. Basically a mistuned (on purpose) acoustic guitar and a bass. It doesn’t get any simpler than that. But it is the LYRICS also simple of course BUT they are passive brush strokes from the depths of everyday life. A man professing his love of a woman to the point that he is almost in pain.
“everything about you is bringing me misery”
His latest album released a month ago amazes me. The creativity never ends for this man. The greatest poet that ever walked on this earth. Amen.
LISTEN: The past is the past, I admit. Move on soldiers, the real battles lay ahead BUT when it is a “hit and run” and you know who did it. Then human nature takes over. Everything, and I mean EVERY FUCKING THING was for the children and when I see the inconsiderate, unapologetic, rub it in my face hit and run artist’s work still affect the WELFARE of my children then there are REAL reasons and REAL rights. DON’T FUCK WITH THE WELFARE OF MY CHILDREN EVER. NOW. or EIGHT FUCKING YEARS AGO!
Play, play in the sand. Sit, sit on the beach.
I am the Frankenstein of this society. YOU created ME. The homeless, the jobless, the uninsured, the judges rulings, the fines, alimoney, child support, gas prices, food prices, the lack of health care.
I AM YOUR MONSTER.
Why then am I awoken so early in the morning. “You can’t sleep here. What the fuck do you think you’re doing. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”
Isn’t there a nicer way to do things?
Working in New York opened my mind to the human nature like never before. It was another gift from God to see the alcoholism, drug addiction, herpes, slime, open sewers, open sores, and people sleeping IN THE STREET. So many walking by. Some helping. What is in my nature to cry for these people? How come I feel like the only one who wants to give spare change to every (legitimate) homeless soul in the world.