thunder and tenacity

Have you ever seen the sun rise over the sea? ~~~ ¤ ~~~ Shosholoza!

The nearer the sea the stronger the stream The stronger the stream the bolder the dream The nearer the waves the louder the surf Louder the surf and greater the joy! ~ ~ ☼ ~ ~ Song of Songs Song of Storms!

Little Tommy Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall we give him? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without a knife? How will he be married Without a wife?

Muß i' denn, muß i' denn Zum Städtele hinaus, Städtele hinaus Und du mein Schatz bleibst hier Wenn i' komm', wenn i' komm', Wenn i' wiederum, wiederum komm', Kehr i' ei' mei' Schatz bei dir Kann i' glei' net allweil bei dir sei' Han' i' doch mei' Freud' an dir Wenn i' komm', wenn i' komm', Wenn i' wiederum, wiederum komm', Kehr' i' ei' mei' Schatz bei dir.

Song of songs of Songs of Storms! & Thunder in Chefane lightning over the sea! ~~~ ¤ ~~~ Shosholoza!

"Look at the kids on the sandy shore Watching the tide come in I used to do the same sweet things What pleasures did it bring Picking up pebbles And throwing them into the sea! Watching the white surf Carry them all back to me! But now it's all over I've grown up It don't seem the same The things in my childhood I know were all just a game To sit in my bed and watch the stars High up in the sky To say my prayers and off to sleep And then to wave them good-bye Wouldn't it be nice if clocks Could turned back in years? Just to re-live the good times And all the good tears! Oh but it brings joy to see them Looking so gay! How I wish I could go back To my childhood days! Look at the kids on the sandy shore Watching the tide come in I used to do the same sweet things What pleasures did it bring Picking up pebbles And throwing them into the sea! Picking up pebbles And throwing them into the sea! ~~ ~ ¤ ~ ~~

& Cat Stevens Morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing praise for the morning, praise for them springing fresh from the world! Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven, like the first dew-fall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, sprung in completeness where His feet pass Mine is the sunlight mine is the morning! Born of the one light Eden saw play, Praise with elation, praise every morning, God's re-creation of the new day! ~ ~ ~ ☼ ~ ~ ~

& e.e cummings love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less little than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky

“Lord I really miss my baby She’s in some far-off land Yes the ocean took my baby My baby stole my heart from me ~ I've been gamblin’ so long Lord I ain’t got much more to lose Well I’m bound to get lucky baby Or I’m bound to die tryin’ ~ ~ The way I love that woman I swear it’s bound to get me killed, So I’m a-walkin’ down your highway Just as far as my poor eyes can see & Bob Dylan

Dylan & “Well I’m a-walkin’ down the road With my head in my hand I’m lookin’ for a woman Needs a worried man ~ Well I’ve been lookin’ all over For a gal like you, ~ Lookin’ for a woman That ain’t got no man Is just lookin’ for a needle That is lost in the sand

Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then she'll be a true love of mine On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And to gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine * Traditional

The sea hath many thousand sands, The sun hath motes as many, The sky is full of stars, and Love As full of woes as any.

Where have you been my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one? ~ I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've slept in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I walked and I crawled on six crooked highways & Bob Dylan

S = Ƨ The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing Let's rock, everybody let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Ƨ Ƨ Number forty-seven said to number three, You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me, Let's rock, everybody let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock S S Sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone Way over in the corner weepin' all alone The warden said, Hey buddy don't you be no square If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair, Let's rock, everybody let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Ƨ S

& Elvis Well now since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell It's down at the end of Lonely Street It's Heartbreak Hotel Where I am so lonely baby I'm so lonely I could die Although it's always crowded You still can find some room For broken hearted lovers To cry away their gloom And they will be lonely baby They'll be so lonely they could die The bell hop´s tears keep flowin´ And the desk clerk´s dressed in black They've been so long on Lonely Street They'll never goin' to look back They're so lonely baby They're so lonely they could die Now if your baby leaves you And you got to tell the tale Just take a walk down Lonely Street To Heartbreak Hotel Where you will be so lonely baby You'll be lonely You'll be so lonely you could die &

What are little boys made of ?
Frogs and snails
  And puppy-dogs' tails,
What are little girls made of ?
Sugar and spice
  And all that's nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.