so I can't show you the image,

but I can take you to its source. . .

this is for mel and this is for shot and this is for the witchy one and this is for anyone whose slipped on ice recently and this is for anyone whose been skiing and this is for anyone who'd like a bit of winter sun and this is for anyone with a sense of humour failure and this is for anyone who likes pizza. . .

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and this is the one I wanted to show you originally

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(-:

sex

machine

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Fellas!
I'm ready to get up and do my thing (yeah go ahead!)
I wanta get into it, man, you know (go ahead!)
Like a, like a
Sex machine, man, (yeah go ahead!)
Movin' and doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (go ahead)
One, two, three, four!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up),
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up),
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up),
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Wait a minute!
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling sure as you're born
Get it together, right on, right on.
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Hah!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
You said, you said you got the,
You said the feeling,
You said the feeling you got to get
You give me the fever 'n' a cold sweat.
The way I like, it is the way it is,
I got mine 'n' don't worry 'bout his
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up),
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Bobby!
Should I take 'em to the bridge? (go ahead!)
Take 'em on to the bridge! (take em to the bridge!)
Should I take 'em to the bridge? (yeah!)
Take 'em to the bridge? (go ahead!)
Hit me now!
Come on!
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine!
The way I like it is, is the way it is
I got mine, (dig it!), he got his
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene
I wanna count it off one more time now (go ahead!)
You wanna hear it like it did on the top fellas? (yeah!)
Hear it like it did on the top? (yeah!)
Hit it now!
Get on up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get on up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a lovin' machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Taste, (get on up)
Bein', (get on up)
Taste, (get on up)
Bein', (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
You gotta have the feelin, (get on up)
Sure as you're born, (get on up)
Get it together, right on, right on
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
And then, shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Huh!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Can we hit it like we did one more time, from the top
Can we hit like that one more time (one more time!)
One more time!
Let's hit it and quit! (go ahead!)
Can we hit it and quit? (yeah!)
Can we hit it and quit? (yeah!)
Can we hit it and quit? (yeah!)
Hit it!

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as sung by TOM JONES

and how about a little Black Betty
while we're in the company of Mr Jones?

water music

KLIMPT

and it reminds me of
ARTHUR RACKHAM

. . .and
JESSIE WILCOX SMITH
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I digress. . .

now, this (take your pick - I can't choose) has been one of my favourite pieces of music, since I was 17 and a boy who was in love with me gave me the record (well, a record - I suspect there were/are many thousand versions of it)
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and you all know how much I love stories (telling them and reading them)

and I love receiving music too. . .

your choice of

Golden brown
Texture like sun
Lays me
Down with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown
Finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown

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THE STRANGLERS

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OR
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Devenir gris
Devenir gris

One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Show fear as he turns to hide
Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)

Un homme dans une gare isolée
Une valise a ses cotés
Des yeux fixes et froids
Montre de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher

Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)

Sent la pluie comme un été Anglais
Entends les notes d'une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster
Espérant que la vie ne fut aussi longue

Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back shop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long
Devenir gris

Aaah, we fade to grey
(fade to grey)

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VISAGE

what a combination

pinch punch, first of the month
... NO RETURNS...

a pinch and a kick for being so quick!

a punch in the eye for being so sly!

AND

TGIFriday and/or "POETS" day*

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(*piss off early, tomorrow's Saturday)

so, please, do help yourself to the almost obligatory (unless you have a very good excuse) chocolate, popcorn (salted, buttered, sugared - as you like it) from the sidebar, or for those on a diet (that's a good excuse) skip the calories and read a piece of poetry. . .

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

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SHAKESPEARE

"nuts. . .

. . .whole hazelnuts!
somebody take 'em
'n' dey cover 'em in chocolate"

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(one nut covered in chocolate)

as you (may) know (it depends how far back you are, and whether you've been paying attention or scribbling doodles in your margins), I've only recently arrived where I am (XCH's rather-swish-it-has-to-be-said, not-quite-penthouse, thank-you-very-much-but-it's-not-my-home bachelor pad) and he only recently left

now, on the household front (where I have some experience, 'cos I don't on the bachelor bit, and I've lived in a "flat", but not an "apartment" - it's very important to get the terminology right) (apparently) (which is proving quite challenging for a girl whose brain was recently induced to seizure and currently has a dictionary of blanks instead of her normal semantic recall) apart from the fact he never seems to clean his fridge, he doesn't really do grocery shopping either. . .

such a bloke (I digress)
(but we'll let him off, just for the moment)
(digressing again) (where were we?)
(oh! I remember, XCH's pad
thinking about nutrition)

however, he survives (nutritionally, at least) on two staple items: potatoes (he's Irish) and chocolate

whilst he doesn't share the former with anyone (mainly because he cooks and eats them all at every meal, so there are none left - altho he will share them with you if you turn up just before, or during, the meal, but that's another story completely) (cos I can see you're loosing both the plot and the will to live while I rattle on aimlessly) (nice doodle tho!), I'm sure he won't mind me sharing the latter with you (yes! YOU!!), he's a generous sort. . .

and for anyone on a diet, here's a different kind of ripple:
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“Each time a man stands up for an ideal
or acts to improve the lot of others
or strikes out against injustice,
he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope,
and crossing each other
from a million different centers of energy and daring,
those ripples build a current
that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”-
.
ROBERT F KENNEDY .

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Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
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Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
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Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
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Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me
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as sung by ELLA
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as sung by LOUIS
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as sung by THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feelin' that somethin' ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wonderin' how I'll get down the stairs,

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with
Yes I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you.
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And I'm wonderin' what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losin' control,
Yeah I'm all over the place.

Well
You started off with nothin'and your proud that you're a self-made man
and your family all come callin'
Slap you on the back and say
Plea -ea -ea -ease,
Plea-ea-ea-ease
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Tryin' to make some sense of it all,
But I can see it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
I don't think that I can take anymore.

Plea-ea-ea-ease,
Plea-ea-ea-ease

Yes
I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm,
Stuck in the middle with you . . .

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as sung by
STEALER'S WHEELS? (the original)
THE STEVE MILLER BAND?
GERRY RAFFERTY?

BOB DYLAN?

THE JEFF HEALEY BAND?

MAN! I feel like. . .

I'm going out tonight - I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise - really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions - make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy
Forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts* - short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild - yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action - feel the attraction
Colour my hair** - do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free - yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!***

The girls need a break - tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance - we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down. . .

Man! I feel like a woman!
I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman. . .
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as sung by various artists:.

but we'll go with Shania, cos her video. . .

reminds me of that

. . .Robert Palmer song

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* I do have one of those things (you know the things that you have) about a girl in a man's shirt. . .

** well, this line obviously does not apply to me! (finally learning from her mistakes)

*** I'd like to be feeling a man, to be perfectly honest (I can say that, seeing as dave's on his hols)