Time

Here's a thing about me.....maybe the thing.  I hang on.  It's not a measured deal for me. I recall things clearly that happened forty years ago.  It's really all in there, it's a matter of retrieval. Sometimes I can pull it out, others not so much.

I don't want it to end, ever.  This conversation, this song, this dance, this nap.  I abhor endings...... like nature a vacuum.

Having a hard go with time slipping away.   People leave, I didn't get to say goodbye.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb9By-lODgk

Steve Miller:  'Fly Like an Eagle'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsBwBct0_5U

The Chambers Brothers: 'Time Has Come Today'

I don't remember.

Peter Gabriel circa 1980.  Most things I do remember. Bit of a curse sometimes.

Of course, it's all in there.  It's a matter of getting it back.  I've been laughed at for saying the same, by folks who know not a thing about biology. Silly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_X13P7V2x0

This version is the one I prefer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87yl5pbF-ZI

Couple of days hence I'll be in the presence of my vinyl collection. I mean to get this one out and play it loud.

I'm walking a line.

For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things.

And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop...That is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years.

I'm walking a line-I'm thining about empty motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.

Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Right about then, is where she give up
She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope

I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.

I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards
I'm moving twice as much as I was before
I'll keep on digging to the center of the Earth
I'll be down in there moving the in the room...

I'm walking a line-Visiting houses in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
Two different houses surround you, 'round you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaMzKpNC2Jk

I shall so offend

as to make offense a skill.  Henry the V.

I'm told that today, THIS day is the anniversary of 400 years since the passing of William Shakespeare.  Also, his writings are much popular among those not of his national origin.

Cool beans.

The brilliant English poet and playwright William Shakespeare passed away on this date in 1616, which is exactly 400 years ago. Humphrey Bogart admired Shakespeare, and could recite over 1,000 of his classic lines. In fact, the iconic last line from The Maltese Falcon ("The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of") comes from Shakespeare's The Tempest and was included in the film at Bogart's suggestion. It was one of the very few times that the film diverged from Dashiell Hammett's book. The Tempest was one of Shakespeare's last plays, and it was in part a meditation on the fleeting nature of both life and art:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yeah, all that it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
as dreams are made on; and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.

Hang Fire

 This I do, tho I'd might rather not.


Hang fire refers to an unexpected delay between the triggering of a firearm and the ignition of the propellant.^[1] This failure was common in firearm actions that relied on open primer pans, due to the poor or inconsistent quality of the powder. Modern firearms are susceptible also. The delay is typically too brief to be noticed, but can be several seconds.

The phrase "to hang fire" also means to delay in progressing, for example from one task to another.<sup>[2]

https://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play;_ylt=A2KLqIUEDw9Xtm0AUlosnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTByZWc0dGJtBHNlYwNzcgRzbGsDdmlkBHZ0aWQDBGdwb3MDMQ--?p=Hang+Fire+Lyrics&vid=a43be3f4b75b1ac4a15ab481269ceab3&turl=http%3A%2F%2Ftse1.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOVP.Vc2c8b5225d871368e08da4c5d1a7e8db%26pid%3D15.1%26h%3D360%26w%3D480%26c%3D7%26rs%3D1&rurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dm25Vv1ONkOA&tit=The+Rolling+Stones+-+Hang+Fire+-+Lyrics&c=0&h=360&w=480&l=142&sigr=11b8n30s6&sigt=117sathe6&sigi=131isktvb&age=1377162377&fr2=p%3As%2Cv%3Av&fr=yhs-mozilla-001&hsimp=yhs-001&hspart=mozilla&tt=b</sup> 

Hoping to come ashore soon.

Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack. 

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack. Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.

Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! 

Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring.

Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy, Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?

Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now. Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.

Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather. Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.

Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.

Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

Just like Ronnie said.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuRsI32ykI0&feature=iv&src_vid=jrVbawRPO7I&annotation_id=annotation_1002720261