I'VE GOT HALF A MIND

WHEN I'M WITH YOU
I’VE GOT HALF A MIND

Lyrics

I’VE GOT HALF A MIND

We made every promise
Like new lovers always do
Never cheat, never lie, no
And always be a friend to you

Now you have your lawyer
And of course I have mine, too
And they stand between us
Like a wall we can’t get through

I’ve got half a mind to pack the whole thing in
Wrap my sorrows up and drown them all in gin
I’ve got half a mind to give you one last call
But I’ve got half a mind, that’s all

I’ve got half a heart to blame it all on you
Play the martyr that’s what cowards always do
I’ve got half a heart that says you’d take my call
But I’ve got half a heart, that’s all

Used to be so easy
We were full of love and hope
Now it’s hard to reach out
With only one hand on the rope

 There’s a cold wind howling
There’s a hard rain on the roof
It’s a deep, dark nightmare
Guaranteed we both will lose

I’ve got half a mind to pack the whole thing in
Wrap my sorrows up and drown them all in gin
I’ve got half a mind to give you one last call
But I’ve got half a mind, that’s all

I’ve got half a heart to blame it all on you
Play the martyr that’s what cowards always do
I’ve got half a heart that says you’d take my call
But I’ve got half a heart, that’s all
Yeah, I’ve got half a heart that’s all
I’ve got half a heart that’s all

 ©2009 Van Clayton Powel

HOW 'BOUT YOU

HOW 'BOUT YOU
HOW ‘BOUT YOU *Pre-production mockup with Ken Pendergast

Lyrics

HOW ‘BOUT YOU

Like the victim in this lover’s crime
Nothin’ much I can do
Just an extra with a minor line
Trying to hide from the truth

How ‘bout you
Do you know what fool’s love makes us do?
How ‘bout you
Won’t you tell me what the guilty should do?

Just a lover playing second string
Yeah, I’m on call night and day
Ask a psychic what my future brings
But she just turns, she just turns away

How ‘bout you
Do you know what fool’s love makes us do?
How ‘bout you
When you’re desperate, tell me, what do you do?

Such a cold room
Such a dark, empty feeling
Such a cold mood
And I don’t, no I don’t
No I don’t know how I find
How I find my way out of here

Like a guest left standing all alone
Should’ve left long ago
Like a heart that doesn’t have a home
Hanging ‘round just in case you might show

How ‘bout you
Do you feel what the guilty go through?
How ‘bout you
Do you know what fool’s love makes us do?
Do you know what fool’s love makes us do?
What you’re doing to me is he doing to you?

©2010 Van Clayton Powel

HUMAN BEING

HUMAN BEING by Van Clayton Powel
HUMAN BEING


 Lyrics

HUMAN BEING

The eagles are flying
The wind’s in my face
I’m high on the mountain top
Oh yeah, in my magical place

I’m dining on sunlight
I’m drinking down the rain
I’m doing the best I can
In this life as a human being

Well, it’s a fine time
Such a fine, fine, fine time
Yes, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being
Yes, it’s a fine time
Feeling love with this body and mind
Well, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being

Well, some come to suffer
And some come to win
Some come to learn there’s no such thing
As original sin

Some come for lovers
Some give their whole life to family or friends
Some don’t mind living alone
‘Cause they know we come back again

Well, it’s a fine time
Such a fine, fine, fine time
Yes, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being
Yes, it’s a fine time
Feeling love with this body and mind
Well, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being

The mystery of ecstasy and agony
They say it’s why we’re here
Well maybe so but not for me
I only came to Earth to have you near

Well, it’s a fine time
Such a fine, fine, fine time
Yes, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being
Yes, it’s a fine time
Feeling love with this body and mind
Well, it’s a fine time
To be alive as a human being

©2010 Van Clayton Powel

TASTE WITH OUR EYES FIRST

“Artistic food deemed tastier, scientists and chef show"You Are NOT What You Eat" - food on table

First time this really struck home for me was during our 3 years living in Japan. Man, do they know about presentation! And they didn’t need some Western scientists to do a study to figure it out ;-))

“Psychologists and food scientists tested an idea favoured by some top chefs [and found that] …diners prefer a visually attractive dish, say it tastes better and they’ll pay more for it, an experiment cooked up by a chef suggests.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/health/artistic-food-deemed-tastier-scientists-and-chef-show-1.2682423

COUNTRY MUSIC SONG TITLES by Nelson DeMille

From Nelson DeMille’s book Up Country, which has absolutely nothing to do with country music:
country music song titles

“Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth ‘Cause I’m Kissing You Goodbye”

“How Can I Miss You If You Won’t Go Away”

“She’s Out Doin’ What I’m Here Doin’ Without”

“I’m So Miserable Without You It’s Like Havin’ You Here”

Song video #2: BILLY (He's Red-Lining)

A friend was living a pretty intense life. This was for him. (Lyrics below the video.)

BILLY (HE’S RED-LINING)

Burning down the highway on a good-looking Harley
Running from a lover’s goodbye
Leaning on the corners like he leaned on his lady
Leaning ‘til the sparks are flying
Tattoo on his arm is of the Reaper waiting
Waiting for somebody to cry
Oh no, Billy don’t care if he dies

He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)

Pulling on the throttle ‘til he can’t hear the voices
Screaming at him, burning inside
Everybody wondering what happened to Billy
He used to be his Momma’s pride
But all he got at school was a major in dealing
Good lays and a kilo of lies
Oh yeah, Billy’s a king of disguise

He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)

Billy hit the corner with the wind in his helmet
Screaming out a final farewell
Demon underneath him at a hundred and twenty
Carried Billy right into hell
Nobody’d believed he’d ever make it to thirty
Many thought he’d die any day
And oh yeah, Billy he’d liked it that way

He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)

© Van Clayton Powel

TALKING ANIMALS – KINDA

Dude called DJ Shamrock pieced together these excerpts from the BBC show ‘Funny Talking Animals – Walk On The Wild Side.’
Normally, I can’t stand talking animals bits (or dream sequences in movies), but this definitely got me chuckling.
“Alan! Alan! Alan!” (*Thanks to Judy for the heads up on this piece that has apparently been around for quite a while. Ahead of the loop as always, Van.)

50 SHADES OF GRAY CRAP

Hilarious reading of a sex scene from what sounds like a pretty crappy novel. No way this book’s ever going anywhere. Right?

DINING DOG

DINING DOG – Has been done before but this dog has a particularly expressive face. And a nice follow-up to the previous post.