The Setting Sun That Appears To Rise I have written enough now about my anger with the world and I have reached the point of complete exhaustion on the subject. It is finished. The cult of death appears to be the way of the world. Perhaps, until a mass awakening occurs, if that ever occurs, will the world always worship at the alter of the cult of death and not LIFE. Why waste time on a race of beings who, mostly, believe what they see and what they are told by their so-called “authorities” in their world? Forget it! It’s a waste of time. Go forward without them. The morass that are lost, are lost in a con-game of illusion and deception. Get off the planet while you can. If only that were possible. Ignore the “normal” world and leave this reality as much as it is possible, on this planet, in any way and in any form that you can. Give to the purely material mind only what is necessary to avoid conflict, however, live in the real true world where the material and spiritual are ONE and where people of the Golden Heart live, i.e., the eternal…
Let’s Face The Music And Dance by composer and lyricist Irving Berlin  -+- 1936 = 2018 Pay attention, observe, listen well There may be trouble ahead But while there’s moonlight and music and love and romance Let’s face the music and dance Before the fiddlers have fled Before they ask us to pay the bill and while we still have the chance Let’s face the music and dance Soon we’ll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed So while there’s moonlight and music and love and romance Let’s face the music and dance, dance Let’s face the music and dance
You know exactly what to do— Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh— I think of little else but you. It’s bliss to have a lover who, Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh— You know exactly what to do. You make me happy through and through, The way the sun lights up the sky— I think of little else but you. I hardly sleep-an hour or two; I can’t eat much and this is why— You know exactly what to do. The movie in my mind is blue— As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you. But is it love? And is it true? Who cares? This much I can’t deny: You know exactly what to do; I think of little else but you. From June to December Summer Villanelle by Wendy Cope from Making Cocoa, 1986.
Haven’t laughed this hard in a long time I better stop now before I start crying Go off to sleep in the sunshine I don’t want to see the day when it’s dying She’s a sight to see She’s good to me I’m already somebody’s baby She’s a pretty thing She knows everything But I’m already somebody’s baby You don’t deserve to be lonely But those drugs you’ve got won’t make you feel better Pretty soon you’ll find it’s the only Little part of your life you’re keeping together I’m nice to you I could make it through But you’re already somebody’s baby I could make you smile If you stayed a while But how long will you stay with me, baby? ~Because your candle burns too bright Well I almost forgot it was twilight Even if I think that you are right Well I’m tired of being down, I got no fight You’re wonderful And it’s beautiful I’m already somebody’s baby And if I went with you I’d disappoint you too Well I’m already somebody’s baby Already somebody’s baby To a musical genius, gone too soon, and, who left so much undone. He will be missed.
Splendour in the Grass What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. William Wordsworth 1770-1850 “Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.” The words, immediately above, are quoted in the film, Splendor in the Grass whose star, Natalie Wood, left us too early in her life and ours.
A tale of love for La Cumparsita, Salade Chiffonnade and champagne. Who could think that Paul, played by Charles Boyer, and Irene, played by Jean Arthur, would ever meet? They are from different worlds but find a common love that goes deeper than anything they could imagine. They are separated and come back together and their love grows stronger and stronger. Will they be able to overcome all their obstacles at being together? Watch and see history being made at night! Watch a scene from the film and if you are interested the full film is next: Scene: History Is Made At Night Watch full film here.