Comments on: Y

By: Tex

Tex — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:20:05 +0000

Caught this yesterday after having discovered it months ago here, the song “This Song is Definitely Not About You” but had found it had been yanked due to copyright restrictions. Found this instead. Shows the very young songwriter/musician of the band Skint and Demoralized at a football stadium, far up in the nose-bleed seats. He is genuinely thrilled and excited and it looks like the beginning of a new day, perhaps a new life for him. I have no idea what he went through before this moment or since but I liked coming across it and have it on my desktop just to remind me of true joy and what that looks like in someone else.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMN_n_IrlaM

By: Tex

Tex — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 16:59:12 +0000

Appreciated your entry there from yesterday, Gary. Was very focused and very real. Like yours too, Dawn, lonehydrangea. Heartfelt and real as well. Our host’s entry was pretty good too, working diligently, sincerely at all hours at the difficult task of keeping it all going. None of it chases me away, even when it seems to take a downturn, but in fact keeps me drawn in, wondering, reflecting, hoping…thinking of you all.

Btw, Helen, loved your post after Nick’s entry there, You know the one. You are the best, babe. ; )

By: gary

gary — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 16:28:02 +0000

What next after Z , Sir Nick ??maybe months, star signs, planets or perhaps fruit.sunny day in Oxenford , hope the sun is shining were ever you are

By: Tex

Tex — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:49:40 +0000

On a clear day, you can Z forever…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7y8InNwPrE

By: thelonehydrangea

thelonehydrangea — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 14:51:59 +0000

I thought it might be nice to put Cactus In My Y Fronts by the Goodies on here but, alas, cannot find it on youtube. Instead an excerpt from the lyrics – imagine them being sung by Tim Brooke-Taylor

My name is Two Gun Pierre

I wear rose buds in my hair

And a chic-chic pink bandanna round my neck

I came down from Tennessee

With a cowboy on my knee

And a pair of leather chaps around my legs … hold on boys!

I was down in Cripple Creek

I was dying for a leak

So I dropped my pants behind a cactus there

When I fastened up my belt

I can’t tell ya how I felt

But I knew the meaning of a prickly pear … ouch!!

Oh I’ve got a cactus in my y-fronts and a vulture round my head

I’ve just been kissed by a Tennessee miss and I wish that I were dead

I’ve a jockstrap made of leather and pants of PVC (ee – ee – ee – ee – ee – ee)

The cactus in my y-fronts make a loser out of me!

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Well the words go further but perhaps these are enough

By: thelonehydrangea

thelonehydrangea — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 10:59:10 +0000

What I’m saying is: Have you ever seen a happy man (I suppose in this day and age I should say Person) in uncomfortable pants? No one can bear it for a second . Not only are they a foundation garment they are the foundation of true happiness! I’ve almost convinced myself that this is true . I was the biggest one for carrying on about happiness – it’s so easy to do when you’re feeling happy. And not so easy to do at other times. I must say that I don’t think it’s always about perception of the situation and that if we just saw things in a different light we could then just Get Happy. I think that might apply in cases where the situation is transient and has a point where it stops and you can look at it subjectively or objectively (which ever?) and think that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was and so on or there’s a grieving process involved that you can move through. When a situation doesn’t end and and there is no closure it’s a different parcel of pants altogether. Some situations do not improve when viewed from any angle and become worse by the very viewing of them at all. Any happiness I’ve had in these last years has been because, unbeknownst to myself, I had things tamped down to an incredible extent and then last Saturday night the lid blew off and reality got out. So in fact it was false, self-trickery that was providing a functioning level of happiness. Body/mind’s way of managing? To get it back together relies on being able to draw it all back in again and put the lid on it, plaster it over, plaster the smile back on and get on with it and hoping it never gets out again and that I can go back to fooling myself. And that sounds so dreadful but it is also reality. And it’s not even case of Fake It Til You Make It. It’s Fake It Or You Won’t Make It. Thankfully there are always comfortable pants to be worn .

By: Helen

Helen — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:23:40 +0000

By: zbd

zbd — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:21:46 +0000

the sweeetest of dreams lovely lovely helen… thank you for making me laugh so much today…I think I would have fallen asleep this afternoon if it hadnt been for you emails! hahaha! now where is that Dawn!

By: Helen

Helen — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:16:07 +0000

I’m off to bed. Night everyone.

By: Helen

Helen — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:15:31 +0000

It’s good to laugh