One Foot in the Blues!

Is it you again outside
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough
Now you're comin' back for more

But that's alright
I said that, "That's alright"
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe

Now I don't mind when you send money
And bring your girlfriends with you
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
And handle less than two?

But that's alright
I said that, "That's alright, baby"
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe, yea

Now I'm tellin' everybody
It seems too good to be true
Sweet things can always get sweeter
I know mine did, how about you?

Yes, it's alright
I said, "Yes it, yes it is, that's alright"
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe
Admit it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=l_KMvddrFp4

Frohliche' Weinachten, Y'all!

Father Christmas from...The Kinks!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=CjaPXihbORk

Sister Golden Hair surprise?

The old prospector found a nugget today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=DjnxfWK-wUA

every night before i go to sleep
he’s always right there curled beneath my feet
with his big brown eyes and his collar at the end of my leash
and some metal in his mouth
so that he doesn’t feel he has to speak

and your mistress loves you just the way she can
though you look more like a dog than you ever did a man
oh I know it isn’t healthy and i know it’s not allowed
but what the fuck would i do if you didn’t stay around

sometimes it is hard to love some one
when the world tells you your kind of love is wrong
but the view from up here of him on his knees oh it’s a beautiful one
and this has grew into something much more
than just some freaks having their fun

this goddess can love you the only way she could
and you know when i say bad boy that i really mean you’re good
who cares if it’s ungodly, who cares if it’s obscene
cause when you’re licking my boots it’s like licking my sins clean

and the scars you have
they are just like mine
only yours are on your back and mine are hidden in my mind
i take the weight of being man off you, and you let me play with it for an hour or two
or forever?

some girls call their men to know they’re not doing wrong
well i call my man sissy and put him in a leather thong
and other girls play games like jealousy and hard to get
my games are interrogation, bondage based and wet
other chicks can keep their ugg boots, and pastel polo tops
ill be in my vinyl boots wielding a leather crop
those girls may be softer or prettier and tame
but i know that you wouldn’t have me any other way
cause i know that i wouldn’t have you

and the scars you have
they are just like mine
only yours are on your back and mine are hidden in my mind

Hot damn!

Just when I think I've figured out where everyone in the room is standing......

I have been listening to the 'Wicked Picket' for a threesome of decades.  Knew this ditty well, but not enough to know that it was himself.  How did I not see? 

"When you need some lovin', call on me. Eight six seven five three oh nine."

Every single day, I got a heartache comin' my way
I don't wanna say goodbye 
Baby but look at the tears in my eye
I don't wanna say goodbye 
Mama but look at the way you made me cry
Every way that's nice
You show you've got a heart that's made of ice

And I know

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes, to make a poor man's heart break
A poor mans heart break

Baby you turn me on
But as quick as a flash your love is gone
Baby I'm gonna leave you now 
But I'm gonna try to make you grieve somehow

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes to make a poor man's heart break
A poor man's heart break
And my heart is breakin' too

(ahh yeah)

(alright)

I don't wanna say goodbye baby
But look at the tears you made me cry
Every way that's nice 
You show you've got a heart that's made of ice
And I know

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes to make a poor mans heart break

Fire, fire and water must have made you their daughter
Baby you've got what it takes to make a poor man's heart break
Heart break

Baby and my heart is breakin'
Ohh my heart is breakin'
Ohh listen

I'm Only Happy When it Rains

Well, not really.  I much prefer the sun, and water beneath me.

A good friend, who is sometimes known as Mr. Rock and Roll, sent me this bit.  More songs about rain than I would have thought

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=esEdC0c3YI4

Of Wooden Ships....

....and Iron Men.

There are times when I imagine that I'm pretty.  Indeed, I'm told as much from time to time by those who love me.  I think they mean in a manly way of pretty, not as I see myself in my imagination.  Like this:

That, and I have some envy of women of their being able to do things such as what is depicted above with one another.  I did have some experiences like that when I was very young.

The reality of it hits me when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror from the other side of the room on my way to the shower.  My arms are the size of some people's legs.  Mind that it's not by accident.  I work to keep them like that.  Size does have it's advantages. Sadly, looking good in a dress ain't one of 'em.

This is not me, but not too far off the mark.  Sans tats.

Sign your name....

A petite Italian I know got a tat this week.  I've known her for many years.  Back when we were teenagers, she'd reach into my shirt, grab as much of my chest hair as she could get and yank it out.  I never got the hint.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=DxQsTEAiB0o