7th Cavalry Flag

November 9, 2019 Leave a comment

November 6, 1891 — Comanche, the only 7th Cavalry horse to survive George Armstrong Custer’s “Last Stand” at the Little Bighorn, dies at Fort Riley, Kansas.

Categories: Shaving the Yak

The Analects of Mudcat: Memories

November 8, 2019 Leave a comment

“Memories are mental tattoos.”

~M.T. Bass***


Joni Mitchell – Woodstock (Live In-Studio 1970)

November 7, 2019 Leave a comment

I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
When I asked him where are you going
This he told me.

I’m going down to Yasgurs farm
Think Ill join a rock and roll band
I’ll camp out on the land
I’ll try and set my soul free.

We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog

And I feel just like a cog in something turning.
Well maybe its the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
And I don’t know who I am

But lifes for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time I got to Woodstock

They were half a million strong
Everywhere there were songs and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky

Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Categories: Verse & Lyrics

Clear and Present Dangers……Albert Camus

November 7, 2019 Leave a comment

“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”

― Albert Camus

AE Eagles New Kid in Town 1976

November 6, 2019 Leave a comment
There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar.
Great expectations, everybody's watching you.
People you meet, they all seem to know you.
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new.
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town.
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down.

You look in her eyes; the music begins to play.
Hopeless romantics, here we go again.
But after a while you're looking the other way.
It's those restless hearts that never mend.
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town.
Will she still love you when you're not around?

There's so many things you should have told her,
But night after night you're willing to hold her, just hold her.
Tears on your shoulder.

There's talk on the street; it's there to remind you
It doesn't really matter which side you're on.
You're walking away and they're talking behind you.
They will never forget you till somebody new comes along.
Where you been lately? There's a new kid in town.
Everybody loves him, don't they?
And he's holding her, and you're still around. Oh, my, my.
There's a new kid in town, just another new kid in town.
Ooh, hoo. Everybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town.
Ooh, hoo. Everybody's walking like the new kid in town.

There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it.
There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it.
There's a new kid in town. There's a new kid in town.
There's a new kid in town. Everybody's talking
There's a new kid in town. People started walking
There's a new kid in town.
There's a new kid in town.
Categories: Verse & Lyrics

Clear and Present Dangers……James Jones

November 6, 2019 Leave a comment

“Having a little talent as a writer is like having a little talent as a brain surgeon.”

― James Jones

Simon & Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence 1966 live

November 5, 2019 Leave a comment

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

Categories: Verse & Lyrics
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