born to win

step inside ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGTSPe9hg14
.can't think for ya...u will have to decide..cya some time ~

the age of piracy

                 

meet ya in the alley ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZskq-EM8Jo

freaks

GABBA, GABBA hey...we accept u, we accept u, one of us, one of us..hahaHa ~

Where's JacK

please step aside young sir;  the prison gates opened and he came out into the cobbled streets smiling to the crowd. It was a cold damp November morning, but he had no hat and he wore his coat more for effect than for warmth. His hands were clasped in front of him and the full fashionable cuffs of the long black coat concealed the thick handcuffs round his wrists..'I believe today, is a hanging day, cum to watch me dangle have ya..?? ' Jack smirked..He stepped up into the open cart & saw without apparent shock the forbidding figure of the common hangman sitting on his coffin ~


Jack Sheppard, glamorous rebel, daring escapee and idol of the London mob, was one of the most legendary criminals of eighteenth-century England. When he finally met his end and was hanged in 1724, weeping girls and thronging crowds lined the road to the gallow-pole.

keep ya money clean ~

at the absurd midpoint between a short life & a long life
a man of unknown origins neither rich nor poor
neither cunning nor cleaver unfit to be a metaphor
too large to be invisisible too small to be inviolable
awakes & dresses in a manner befitting a forgotten celebrity.

this is the midpoint of the story..a story remarkably like a life
a story he has refused to read & certainly failed to write
yet it is his story..his badly worded dream of regaining a tidiness of being
between a short life & a long life.

he has his breakfast..brushes his teeth..turns on the tv for companionship
says something loving to the lovely woman on the screen
puts his small gun in a jacket's inside pocket
then closes his eyes & plans his day
like a man who is watching a film about lonely angry gods
drowning in retribution ~

blues

ladies & gentlemen, sittig here,
eating & drinking & warming a chair.
feeling & thinking & drawing your breath,
who's sitting next to u..?? it may be death.

as a high-stepping blondie with eyes of blue
in the subway, on beaches, death looks at u;
& married or single or young or old,
u'll become a sugar daddy & do as you're told.

death is a g-man. u may think yourself smart,
but he'll send u to the hot-seat or plug u thru' the haart;
he may be a slow worker, but in the end
he'll get u for the crime of being born, my friend.

death as a doctor has first-class degrees;
the world is on his panel; he charges no fees;
he listens to ur chest, says--'you're breathing that's bad.
but don't worry; we'll soon see to that, my lad.'

death knocks at ur door selling real estate,
the value of which will not depreciate;
it's easy, it's convenient, it's old world. u'll sign,
wotever ur income, on the dotted line.

death as a teacher is simply grand;
the dumbest pupil can understand.
he has only one subject & that is the tomb;
but no-one ever yawns or ask to leave the room.

so whether you're standing broke in the rain,
or playing poker or drinking champagne,
death's lookin' for u, he's already on the way,
so look out for him 2-morrow or perhaps 2-day...

W.H. AUDEN _

If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: L Is for Lange #13

If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: L Is for Lange #13: Ditched, Stalled and Stranded; San Joaquin Valley, California (1935)

Sweet Jane ~

anyone who's ever had a haart
wouldn't turn around & break it
& anyone who ever played a part
wouldn't turn around & hate it.

sweet jane, sweet jane
sweet, sweet jane
you're waiting
for jimmy down in the alley
waiting there
for him to come back home
waiting on the corner
& thinking of ways
to get back home.

sweet jane, sweet jane.

cash from chaos

'did ya no harm ' _ Jamie Ried
now click for the obvious  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKrQXV4keRI

the church with no upstairs _

a lying, thieving, Albanian dwarf..

seven green bottles hanging on the wall

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

it was the best of times..it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom..it was the age of foolishness.
it was the epoch of belief,,it was the epoch of incredulity.
it was the season of light..it was the season of darkness.

it was the spring of hope..it was the winter of despair.
we had everything before us..we nothing before us.
we were all going direct  to heaven _

Psycho

..can Mary fry some fish, Mama
I'm hungry as can be
oh lord, how I wish Mama
u could stop the baby cryin'
'cause my head is killing me.
I saw my ex again last night Mama
she was at the dance at Miller's store
she was with that Jackie White Mama
I killed them both
& they're buried under JaKob's sycamore.

u think I'm psycho don't ya Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
u think I'm psycho don't ya Mama
u better let 'em lock me up.

oh, don't hand me JoHnny's pup Mama
as I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again Mama
so let me tell u 'bout last night
I woke up in JoHnny's room Mama
standing right there by his bed
with my hands around his throat Mama
wishing both of us were dead.

u  think I'm psycho don't u Mama
I just killed JoHnny's pup
u think I'm psycho don't u Mama
u better let 'em lock me up.

oh u recall that little girl Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
oh don't tell me that she's dead Mama
'cause I just saw her in the park
we were sitting on the bench Mama
thinking of a game to play
seems I was holding a wrench Mama
then my mind just walked away.


u think I'm crazy don't u Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
u think crazy don't u Mama
Mama why don't u get up..?? _ Mama, Mama.

Leon Payne _

Tell Tales

Guess Wot..??

it's such a gr8 image of Pops ...posted it twice, to make my point..ENJOY.

Richest man in the 'bone-yard'

Charley PATTON - Oh Death
                                Prayer of Death - Part 1&2

                
Bo Weavil Jackson - I'm on my way to the Kingdom Land.

Girls on Dope

               1912...2012..a hundred years of a war on 'dopers'.. the drugs  are still here& the gangsters are still  richer by the day.

...Billie Carleton died from too much 'dope'..Reggie de Veulle was her 'man'..& Malvina Longfellow was the girl's best friend..of course she knew nothing!

the runcible spoon

the owl & the pussycat went to sea
   in a beautiful pea-green boat,
they took some honey, & plenty of money,
   wrapped up in a five pound note.
the owl looked up to the stars above,
   & sang to a small guitar,
'o lovely pussy! o pussy my love,
   wot a beautiful pussy U are, U are, U are,
wot a beautiful pussy U are'.
   pussy said to the owl ' U elegant fowl,
how charmingly sweet U sing.
   o let us get married, too long we have tarried;
but wot shall we do for a ring?'
   they sailed away, for a year & a day,
to the land where the bong-tree grows,
   & there in a wood a piggy-wig stood
with a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
   with a ring at the end of his nose.
'dear pig, are U willing to sell for one shilling, your ring?'
   said the piggy, 'i will'
so they took it away , & were married next day
   by the turkey who lives on the hill.
they dined on mince, & slices of quince,
   which they ate with a runcible spoon.
they danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
   they danced by the light of the moon.

Edward Lear..

jacked

..little jack horner sat in the corner
eating his christmas pie,
he put in his thumb & pulled out a plum
& said 'wot a good boy am i' _


who said, 'crime doesn't pay..??'..the plum might be Mells Manor, Somerset, UK..hahaHa

Mother Hubbard _

old mother hubbard went to the cupboard,
to give the poor dog a bone:
when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
& so the poor pecker had none.

she went to the baker's to buy him some bread:
when she came back the dog was dead!

she went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin:
when she came back the dog was laughing.

she went to the cobbler's to buy him some shoes:
when she came back he was reading the news.

the dame made a curtsy, the dog made a bow:
the dame said, 'your servant':
the dog said, 'bow-wow'.

Mother Goose

to market..to market to buy a plum cake..

home again..home again before it gets late

Simple Simon