my dear friend cathy and i had lunch a couple of weeks ago and here's a pic that she took of steven with her mac's built in camera. she has some sort of frizzling device onboard that warholizes' it and here's the result. i call it "putting my hand on my heart".
by coincidence i am also including here the lyrics and the song to a shriekback tune of the same name that had heavy rotation on my turntable some twenty four years ago.
And you can say well
And you can pray yeah
What about those days we break up the alphabet
Some itch and ripple bones beneath the flesh
No hesitation keeping the theory in trim
What about that stuff that keeps on pouring in
I wouldn't cry no pleasure in doing it but
There are those days the luxury ain't too much
I wouldn't bother if it was all in the mind
It's in the body; the body still knows best
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
Amd you can say well there goes the neighbourhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it would or wouldn't happen to you
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
What about those days we make up a secret pact
To splash and paddle into the dark and back
No hesitation never a shadow of doubt
What about that stuff you keep on shouting out
Oh I could try to weigh it up and measure it but
Most of the time the effort is just too much
I wouldn't bother if it was all in the mind
It's in the body; the body still knows best
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
Amd you can say well there goes the neighbourhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it would or wouldn't happen to you
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
Amd you can say well there goes the neighbourhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it might just happen to you...
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
shriekback . 1983
a year, a busy day, a boob squishing
1 day ago
5 comments:
You Rock!
Thanks for sharing this song with us. It's one of my favorites--and I was just trying to hunt it down. What a great New Year's Experience.
hey frederic! you are welcome. i still have this hunk of 12" vinyl somewhere in the golden fish vaults. happy new year!!
They removed it,not a surprise,darn!
Shame on them!! good day to you,or night ,evening?dunno what hour you have now? :O)
hey san, well that really bites!! it's such a great piece of music . . . .no surprise really but i'm movin' on all the same. . . . it's early evening here!! warm, humid, sunny, high clouds, fairly peaceful. writing my way into the future becoming present. peaceful times. steven
and just for you san - it's back up!!!! hurrayyyyy!!!! and all of this is not imagination - it's just me putting my hand on my heart!!! steven
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