Dog Girl Walking

 

That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain (a true story told in prose form)

Gentle rain sounds

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That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain

I had to get away

And get away I did

Drove to Hot Springs and got a hotel

Ordered some pizza

And tried to watch some tv.

But I was bored

So very bored

And it was raining a sweet Spring rain

Yeah, rain has always

Made my blood run hotter

And my feet want to get loose and dance.

I got all dolled up

In a black jumpsuit of spandex

Curled my long hair

Put on perfume

And silver.

Drove the streets of that town

Looking for a place that was alive

With music and men

Some place or cool scene

To let off some steam.

The high end clubs

All seemed too dull

Though I was dressed "high end"

But there was nothing in any of them

That made me want to stay.

I was about to give up on the whole idea

When something shiny caught my eye

I pulled over into the parking lot

And surveyed the neon lights

As the rain fell gently 

 And Phil Collins sang "my song."

It was a biker bar!

(You know the kind)

The kind you see in movies

With Hondas and Harleys parked all around

And men all dressed in black leathers.

I was terrified

But so enthralled

For I'd never darkened that kind of door

But I was bored and feeling dare devil-ish

And my body was starved for dancing.

I checked the rear view and tousled my hair

As "Hold On My Heart" played on repeat

(You know sometimes when you get obsessed

And you just wanna hear that song?)

Well, hold that image in your mind....

I walked in like it was a movie premiere

And the crowd held it's collective breath

No exaggeration, I kid you not

(But I was scared too death!)

Yeah, me, the girl you think you know.....

I was scared too death!

But I made my way through

The whistles and smoke

And found a place to sit down

Looked around to see if I was the only female

And I was but for some Motorcycle Mamas..

Then the beers started coming

(And I do not drink beer)

And the boys started swaggering

And making boy noise

But I didn't look up and meet anyone's eyes

(Though they all seemed to be willing toys.)

After two or three beers

I was losing my shyness

And feeling my boldness

And losing my blues

And began looking 'round 

For a partner to choose.

And then it hit me:

The wildness

(You know that wildness)

And I tossed back my hair

Oh no, not that!

Oh, yes, I did!

I tossed back my hair

And got to my feet.

Downed the last of that horrible

Horrible beer

And then I kinda lost my mind

Grabbed me a startled cute guy by the collar

As Def Leppard started screaming out "Sugar."

 "Come here, boy, let's dance." I said

And all eyes glued to us

(Well,  mostly on me but.... you know, you know 😉)

The cute guy ate it up, grinning like crazy

And didn't put up much of a fuss.

To be continued....................(maybe)

Take It Like A Man

 

Take It Like a Man

lyrics

Boy meets girl it's a delicate thing

So much time spent wondering

If what you see is what you get

I keep looking for a friend and a lover

When I find one he ain't the other

Sometimes, I just want to quit

One wants a maid one needs his mother

They either want space or they want to smother me

And my poor heart needs somebody who

Can take it like a man, steady and strong

Not a lot of fuss and carrying on

True to a promise I can ride in a storm

Take it like a man who knows about love

And every little thing that a girl dreams of

Someone wise enough to understand

If you want this woman's heart

Take it like a man

I met somebody the other night

Started thinking he was Mr. Right

Wrong, I might have never known

If a friend hadn't brought it to my attention

He's got a wife he forgot to mention

Girl, leave that fool alone

I keep hoping and telling myself

Somewhere there's one good one left

'Cause my poor heart needs somebody who

Can take it like a man, steady and strong

Not a lot of fuss and carrying on

True to a promise I can ride in a storm

Take it like a man who knows about love

And every little thing that a girl dreams of

Someone wise enough to understand

If you want this woman's heart

Take it like a man

Can take it like a man, steady and strong

Not a lot of fuss and carrying on

True to a promise I can ride in a storm

Take it like a man who knows about love

And every little thing that a girl dreams of

Someone wise enough to understand

If you want this woman's heart

Take it like a man

Take it like a man

Well honey if you want my heart you gotta

Take it like a man

Take it like a man

Songwriter: Tony Haselden

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The 70s in 6 Minutes too too funny......

 

Marching For You

Someday We'll All Be Free

 by Donnie Hathaway

Marching For You

We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of dying slow
Burned and beaten with whips of hate
For reasons we didn't know.

Tired of standing in the back of life
Awaiting the freedom of death
Tired of bowing with downcast eyes
And holding our angry breath.

We were tired of living like cattle
Sold in the markets of men
Cursed with a curse, (not mankind) something worse
When existing was our only sin.

We were tired of working for nothing
Owning no thing but our souls
Watching our labor make other men rich
As they reached, (on our backs) for their goals.

Son, we only wanted what was rightfully ours
A family, a home and some land
To be treated fairly and given respect
Like any other color of man.

We marched because we had to
Through this country we call home
(A million miles from the place we were born)
But to which we will ever belong.

In Selma and in Memphis
In Atlanta, Little Rock
Downtown D.C. and Kentucky
And they could not make us stop.

Many died and many cried
As we marched our way through hell
And what our pain has helped us gain
Only God can tell.

Injustice hides it's face from those
Who dare to shine the light
We marched to show our dignity
And to change our wrongs to rights.

We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of hearing "no"
We fought for the freedom that you're taking for granted
In ways that you never will know.

So, don't scorn these tired and graying heads 
We're feeble and old, that's true
But as you dance down the street to this new century beat
Know this, son, we were marching for you.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Jan 19, 08

5:37 p.m.