Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

           Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always

Nasty Giants up two-zip over the Tigers.
Shift to Detroit for three games starting today.
Problem ... weather front approaching and it is damn cold.
Too late in October to be playing baseball ... what were they thinking.

Have a tune for you ... country, your favorite genre next to good old rock 'n' roll.
Enjoy ...

Link:  Hunter Hayes: Wanted

You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
It makes sense when I'm with you

Like everything that's green, girl I need you
But it's more than one and one makes two
So put aside the math and the logic of it
You gotta know you're wanted too

I wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted

Anyone can tell you you're pretty
And you get that all the time, I know you do
But your beauty's deeper than the makeup
And I wanna show you what I see tonight

When I wrap you up
When I kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
'Cause Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted

As good as you make me feel
I wanna make you feel better
Better than your fairy tales
Better than your best dreams
You're more than everything I need
You're all I ever wanted
All I ever wanted

And I just wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
and I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold you hand forever
And Never let you forget it
Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted
Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted
'Cause you'll always be wanted

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

          Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Nasty Giants won game one of the World Series …

Seems so late in the year to still be playing baseball and it’s only game one.

Working on a poem about fate and decisions and things that happen for reasons beyond our control.

It begins …

Jesus died for me.

He knew of my existence.

My grandfather died for me.

He knew me not.

From wooden cross to muddy field

In a long forgotten war,

Was it their path for me to follow?

Or has it been mine to pursue?

That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.

A work in progress.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Jim Croce: I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song

Well I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah I know it's kind of strange
But every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Every time the time was right
all the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah I know it's kind of late
(kind of late)
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
(I know you'd understand)
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Dear Beverly

Tardy in stopping by today to say hello.

         Tap. Tap. Tap.  Oh Wells.

Hey, sorry.

         You remembered me.  Smile.

Always.    

Have a tune for you today ...  Enjoy

Link:   Lady Antebellum: I Run to You

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That's when I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin' right on through
And our love's the only truth
That's why I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

Dear Beverly

Stopped by to say hello.

       Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Finding a voice to speak out about suffering and pain inflicted on others eludes me.

Does anyone really care about such things?

Is it just one of those “oh wells.”

Is it a dance between abuser and victim … “no cutting in please.”

Which brings me right back to anger and hate.

There is no escape for either one of us.

It is just so incredibly sad.

Have a tune for you today … Enjoy.

Link: Martina McBride: Concrete Angel 

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

           Smile.   You remembered me.

Always.

Other truths are slowly revealed.
People speak out, share and secrets are brought to the light of day.
If only sooner, how different a world for you?

Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.

Link:   Linda Eder: Once Upon A Dream

When it's all began,
We knew there'd be a price...

Once upon a dream,
I was lost in love's embrace.
There I found a perfect place,
Once upon a dream.

Once there was a time,
Like no other time before,
Hope was still an open door,
Once upon a dream.

And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting!
But now I see it fade...
And I am here alone!

Once upon a dream,
You were heaven-sent to me,
Was it never meant to be?
Was it just a dream?

Could we begin again!...
Once upon a dream.

Dear Beverly

Hello, you've been on my mind and in my heart.

             Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

There's just so much anger in me still over the way you were treated.
I know, I know, I have to move past it, but the "why" of all of it continues to elude me.

Why was your Facebook page forcibly taken down with only this comment from you to go on?

"Yeh, (name removed) took me off facebook because (name removed) had a shitfit because Nellie Linda's sister e-mailed me and it's a long story, some other time."

Should have asked.   Who is Nellie?   Who is Linda?   I don't recognize the names. 

Why was your laptop taken from you?  Why was your email account deleted?
Why were you systematically cutoff from the world?  What was the point?
I don't get it and that makes me so incredibly angry.  I should have done more.

Like you would say "oh wells" ...
Questions without answers ... oh wells.

Have a tune for you today ... a nice one from one of your favorite boys.  Enjoy.

http://youtu.be/3umaLe37-LE

I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the valadictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin' here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Ain't it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home
And you're always alone
And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin'
Who could that be singin'
Its me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin' here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will preach on...

Dear Beverly

Just happened by to say hello.

           Hi Doll.   You remembered me.

Always.

Ninth inning walk off to keep pace with the Cards.
Two back, two to go ... any Card win or Dodger loss and your season ends.

           An E Ticket ride!

Got a tune today that celebrates the Dodger/Giant rivalry.   Enjoy.

http://youtu.be/u7qYcyUjDPU

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So I say D, I say D-O,

D-O-D,

D-O-D-G,

D-O-D-G-E-R-S, team, team, team, team

O, I say O-M,

O-M-A,

O-M-A-L,

O-M-A-L-L-E-Y, Oh really? No, O'Malley

Sandy Koufax, oh my Drysdale, Maury Wills

I love you so

And we defy

Defy the J-I,

J-I-N,

J-I-N-T,

J-I-N-T-S, Giants!

Play ball

Orlando Cepeda is at bat with the bases jammed

Orlando Cepeda with a Wham! Bam!

He hit a grand slam

In the very first inning

But it's only the beginning

In the third like a bird we get two on an away

Then Fairly hits into a double play

Here comes big Frank Howard yes-sirree

Boy what a swing!

Strike three

Oh dem B, oh dem B-U,

B-U-M,

B-U-M-S, dem bums, dem bums, dem dry bums

Oh they may be bums but they're my bums

Top of the fifth

"Say Hey" Willy Mays hits a 3 bagger down the right field line

But he's out trying to stretch it to a homer

As Roseboro tags him on the bottom of the spine

With a crack you can hear all the way back up to San Francisco

Open your hospital

Inning six

Maury Wills draws a walk in the coach's box

Leo Durocher, Leo Durocher starts to wiggle and to twitch

A signal? No, an itch

Go Maury, Go Maury, Go, Go, Go

Maury goes

The catcher throws

Right from the solarplexus

At the bag he beats the tag

That mighty little waif

And umpire Conlan cries "you're out!"

Out? Out?

Down in the dug-out Alston glowers

Up in the booth Vin Scully frowns

Out in the stands O'Malley grins

Attendance fifty thousand

And what does O'Malley do? Ahh!

Bottom of the ninth

Four to nutin'

Last chance

Push the button

Oh we're pleadin', beggin', on our knees

Come on you Flatbush refugees

Maury Wills at bat

Hit it for me once

Stu Miller throws

Maury bunts

Cepeda runs to field the ball and Hiller covers first

Haller runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller

Miller falls, drops the ball and Conlan calls "safe!"

Yeah Maury!

Gilliam up

Miller grunts

Miller throws

Gilliam bunts

Cepeda runs to field the ball and Hiller covers first

Howard runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller

Miller falls, drops the ball and Conlan calls "safe!"

Yeah Conlan!

Willie Davis gets a hit and Tommy does the same

Here comes Mr. Howard with a chance to win the game

Hit it once

Big Frank bunts?

Cepeda runs to field the ball, so does Hiller, so does Miller

Miller hollers Hiller

Hiller hollers Miller

Haller hollers Hiller points to Miller with his fist

And that's the Miller, Hiller, Haller hallelujah twist

The Davises score it's four to four

Howard's still running the bases

From second to third it's almost absurd

Amazement on everyones faces

He's heading for home

He hasn't a chance

The poor nut is gonna be dead

But the ball hits him right in the seat of his pants

And he scores

That's using your head

So I say D, I say D-O,

D-O-D-G-E-R-S

The team that's all heart

All heart and all thumbs

They're my Los Angeles

Your Los Angeles

Our Los Angeles

Do you really think we'll really win the pennant?

Bums! Oooo dem bums!

Dear Beverly

You've been in my heart and on my mind.
Just stopped by to say hello.

            Smile.  Hello back at 'ya ... you remembered me.

Always.

Washington blew a 4 - 0 lead, but won it in extra innings.
Your boys zapped the Rockies 3 - 0 on Kemp's blast.

Two back, four to go.   It's getting exciting.

            Got my pencil and scorecard ready!

Got a tune for you today ... a bit different, enjoy.

http://youtu.be/RCQbXVIQvZI

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears still rings in midnight silence, in her ears

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild

And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for a time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden, to be mine

Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe
The way she's always paying for a debt she never owes
And a silent wind still blows that only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild