Tonight You Belong to Me
Patience and Prudence
Peaked #4 on October 6,1956
#34 for 1956
#428 for the Top5000 of the Rock Era (55-94)
Lawrence Welk w/the Lennon Sisters Peaked #15 on November 3,1956
#4478 for the Top5000 of the Rock Era (55-94)
Karen Chandler & Jimmy Wakely peaked @ #49 on November 3,1956


I know (I know)
You belong – to somebody new
But Tonight you belong to me…
Although (Although)
We’re apart – your part of my heart..
And tonight you belong to me…
Way down by the stream..
How sweet it will seem..
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight…
My honey I know…
With the dawn..that you will be gone..
But tonight you belong to me…
Way down way down along the stream..
How very very sweet it will seem..
Once more just to dream in the silvery moonlight…
My honey I know…
With the dawn..that you will be gone..
But tonight you belong to me…
Just to little old me…

(Red Hot Chili Peppers)

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide wisely you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell iff I’m a king pin or a pauper

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob marley poet and a prophet
Bob marley taught how to off it
Bob marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Ooh… ooh yeah
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell iff I’m a king pin or a pauper

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice lone chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell iff I’m a king pin or a pauper

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide wisely you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
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I was trying to take some pics to sample out my eyebrows (don’t ask…)
and this one pretty much looks like me…

but THIS one freaked me out…

I look like my sister in law
and the running (gross) joke
in this neck of the woods
is that the fex and his sister
are rather hotel new hampshire-ish
and then this?
can I get a full-blown EWWWWWWWWWWWW?

so, those of you who’ve seen me before, do I look like this or is it just one of those things, like rogue camera action?  and NO my lippie is NOT on crooked, my lips are.  the hair is a freak blow-drying accident.

I feel like a big cry, but there’s no particular reason.  maybe I’m ovulating.  blink twice if you give a fuck…

BE AT ONE WITH THE FUCKING UNIVERSE YOU FUCKING FUCK!! …sealkitty

I copied this into a private entry so I could laugh at it all day long yesterday.  then I realized everyone should be reminded of her evanescence (spelling not included).

As Promised:  (although apparently no one knew what the fuck I was talking about…) (as per the usual)

SO, wintermute stopped by my armpit of the woods on his way to his Final Destination.  Trusting man that he is, he agreed to stay at my house for the night!

I think he has blogging rights for all the fun stuff, but don’t worry, it wasn’t TOO fun… he managed to escape my clutches with his virtue intact, damn it all.

Seriously, this man deserves his virtual harem.  He has, I shit you not, bar none, the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.  and a brilliant sense of humour.  and good taste in beer.  I wish I’d thought to take pics.  Now GO, and pester him to install a webcam!

I’m off to see the attorney… I’m hoping to divorce within a certain window of time– like while I’m still young enough to remember why I’m standing in front of a judge.

later:  To Blog the Mutant…

I suck!

(that’s not self-deprecation… it’s a personal ad)

Ever in night
you enter the house of my musing,
devoid of the limitations
that normally abide.

magnetic form-
its polarity reversed;
the dancers cease their revolutions,
to stare,
at reeling joy.

gloved hands clasp
as silk meets wool,
and strings escort the pair
on a dizzying flight
of fancy.

rising breath
draws fire from within,
as whispering lips
hover momentarily
alongside
arching grace…

gone-
in an instant,
the beloved…
perhaps forever.

I just got back from a week at Fairmont Hot Springs.

I went down the waterslide twice…

I forgot to take my camera, so no hair shots yet… though my mom took some and we shall see.

I had two massages, managed to make par once.  I lost an entire sleeve of balls in the rough.  orange ones even.  It turns out that I don’t actually get tired of eating out, ever.  I’m making a note of this in my chart.

There was a cute waiter, but I just kind of took note of it and went about my business.  I guess the nun thing is on.  I went into the bar to grab some matches to light the boy’s birthday candles…  there were probably only ten people in there, tops, and the musicians (a husband and wife) swarmed me and asked me unending questions about my tattoo.  I never felt the need to go back in there.

I was thinking:  wow, when did I get this boring??  but then I looked back through my writing and it turns out it’s not new.

oh well!