End of the gig, garbage cans full, only 2 people dancing, and this guy kills a Marvin Gaye tune https://youtu.be/yKUb368Z2Fg It’s Rick Mocklin and The Southern Voice Band
Because They Love Doing It
‘PROTECTION’ by MASSIVE ATTACK
From 20 years ago. Pretty incredible video by Massive Attack of their song Protection.
WHY WEST INDIANS ARE ALWAYS LATE
From a West Indian friend, so I guess no one will be upset if I post it?
VAGINA KAYAK & PENIS PARADE
Yeah, that title got your attention, huh? We lived in Japan a couple times, once for 3 years, and developed a love/hate relationship with the place. (Probably mutual.) And these 2 pieces give you a sense of why:
JAPANESE POLICE ARREST WOMAN WHO MADE KAYAK MODELED FROM HER VAGINA – AGAIN
“A woman who 3-D printed her vagina and rendered it into a giant yellow Kayak, has been arrested — again — by Japanese police for allegedly trying to show people her “Pussy Boat.” (more here)
And yet, at the same time, the annual Kanamara Matsuri parade:
So, penises … okay.
Vaginas … not so much.
DOIN IT (With You)
DOIN IT (With You)
DOIN IT (With You)
Eat raw, go green
Sail a purple submarine
Find God, lose weight
Grow some kids and levitate
Stop time, solve the case
Try to save the human race
Think big, stand tall
Yes, for you I’ll do it all
Tap dance, hug giraffes
Kiss you in a bubble bath
Fix your car, float your boat
Call the people out to vote
Bang your drum, blow your horn
Only buy organic corn
I’ll be hot, I’ll be cool
Long as I’ll be doing it with you
Oh, woh, woh
Like to take it slow
Oh, woh, woh
Listening to our heartbeats
Boom bappa-loomba
Pounding when our chests meet
Boom bappa-loom, bappa-loomba
Oh, my, my
Nothin like the high
Oh, my, my
When you love somebody
Body, buddy
Like I’m lovin you
Stand up, sit down
Paint my toes, dance around
Do my face, do my hair
Buy some sexy underwear
“Yes sir, no sir”
You can be my officer
Spend the night, share the morn’
Love you in a uniform
Over here, over there
You can take me anywhere
To the moon on a bus
To the bedroom in a rush
Don’t care, don’t mind
Pick the place, name the time
I’ll be good, I’ll be bad
Long as I’ll be doing it with you
Oh, my, my
Nothin like the high
Oh, my, my
When you love somebody
Body, buddy
Like I’m lovin you
Oh, stand up, sit down
Paint my toes, dance around
Check my phone, get your text
Tingles from what’s comin next
Here you come, here we go
Heat to melt the polar snow
Ya, I’ll be hot, I’ll be cool
Long as I’ll be doing it with you
I’ll be good, I’ll be bad
Long as I’ll be doing it with you
Ya, I’ll be good, I’ll be bad
Long as I’ll be doing it with you
©2014 Van Clayton Powel
SAD TO SAY
Lyrics
SAD TO SAY
It seems at times we never learn
We light the fires and watch them burn
We feel the pain the victims feel
But flat deny the sex appeal
Of front-row seats to agony
That we keep tuning in to see
It’s sad to say we crave the fires
That satisfy our dark desires
It’s sad to say we bow our heads
To empty men on empty quests
Who steal the gold and buy the power
Then broadcast to us every hour
That everything will be just fine
As long as we just stay in line
So we don’t mind the things they do
As long as it’s not to me or you
It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn
It seems at times we worship gods
Who’d have us die for worthless causes
Text your friends and Tweet your list
About the sale you almost missed
Describe the prize that’s in your hands
But don’t admit you don’t understand
The emptiness that gnaws inside
You swore this one would satisfy
It seems at times we learn the most
When we’re down to our one last hope
One last chance to make things right
To bare your soul with all your might
Confess your crimes, confess your sins
Tell her what a fool you’ve been
Then wait for her to make the move
‘Cause you’ve made her the judge of you
It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn
©2010 Van Clayton Powel
EMINEM 12 YEARS AGO – "LOSE YOURSELF"
Eminem singing “Lose Yourself”. From 2002. A bit of staying power? Unh huh!
SAND WARS – BRILLIANT DOCUMENTARY
After air and water, sand is the most used commodity in the world.
The world as we know it would stop functioning without it – no glass, no highways, no computer chips, no concrete buildings, etc. And due to greed and sand’s value, it is quickly disappearing.
I’d never even given it a thought previous to seeing a brilliant documentary film on Knowledge Network last night. More here:
George Carlin on War
The brilliant comedian/philosopher nails it again:
GANDHI ON WISDOM vs MONEY
Not sure of the source or accuracy of this anecdote, but it’s rich none the less.
When Mahatma Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, a professor whose last name was Peters, disliked him intensely and always displayed animosity toward him.
Also, because Gandhi never lowered his head when addressing him as he expected, there were always “arguments” and confrontations.
One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room of the University, and Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to the professor.
The professor said,”Mr Gandhi, you do not understand. A pig and a bird do not sit together to eat.”
Gandhi looked at him as a parent would a rude child and calmly replied, “You do not worry professor. I’ll fly away,” and he went and sat at another table.
Mr. Peters, reddened with rage, decided to take revenge on the next test paper, but Gandhi responded brilliantly to all questions.
Mr. Peters, unhappy and frustrated, asked him the following question: “Mr Gandhi, if you were walking down the street and found a package, and within was a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money, which one would you take?”
Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, “The one with the money, of course.”
Mr. Peters, smiling sarcastically said, “I, in your place, would have taken the wisdom.”
Gandhi shrugged indifferently and responded, “Each one takes what he doesn’t have.”
Mr. Peters, by this time was fit to be tied. So great was his anger that he wrote on Gandhi’s exam sheet the word “idiot” and gave it to Gandhi.
Gandhi took the exam sheet and sat down at his desk, trying very hard to remain calm while he contemplated his next move.
A few minutes later, Gandhi got up, went to the professor and said to him in a dignified but sarcastically polite tone, “Mr. Peters, you autographed the sheet, but you did not give me the grade.”