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Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Senior Year - Narbonne High School

Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Beverly in Junior High School

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.


Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Busy day today,
on the road tomorrow.

An industry celebration
of a good man's life.

Will see friends and former co-workers.
We will chat and sing his praises,
and then go on our way.

Who sings your praises?
Who remembers you?

Have a tune for you today
How about some Toby Keith today ... enjoy.

 Toby Keith: How Do You Like Me Now?

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 Valedictorian 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...


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Sunny, bright … nice day ahead.
Cats are loving it.

Miss your smile.
It wasn’t fair was it?

Warehoused, cut-off and, well,
there you have it.

As you would say, “oh wells.”

Have some country for you today.
A tune that I think you would have enjoyed … so enjoy.


I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on
Baby it's your call, no pressure at all

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

You can't shoot me down cause you've already knocked me dead
Got me falling apart with my heart talking out of my head
Let your mind take a little back road just as far as you wanna go
Baby, I'll do, whatever you wanna do, wanna do

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

Have a night that you'll never forget
And now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
Yeah, it'd sure be cool if you did

Monday, March 11, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Time change.
It will take a few days to adjust.

Spring is near.
Warmer … looking forward to it.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Cyndi Lauper: Time After Time

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion -
Is nothing new
Flashback - warm nights -
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after -

Sometimes you picture me -
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said -
Then you say - go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows - you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time -

If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost...

You said go slow -
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds -

If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost...
...Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

            You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal



Sun is out and cats are happy.
Long day of travel yesterday.

A sad day, but festive.  

Have a tune for you today


A fun one … enjoy.

Strawberry shimmer on hot lips,
Silver buckle hangin' off her hips.
I sparkle when she smiles.
Shine down on the radio dial.
Homemade jar, lemmon drop, take a sip.
Don't stop girl, you know I love it when you get your ... shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!

Baby get your shine on!

Silverado, candy painted,
Ray Ban's got the whole world shaded.
Chrome piece tucked in the console,
Riding high, roll up on the down low.
Feeling lucky, got hooked up with some Kentucky, clear.
So slide that little sugar shaker over here...
And get your shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!

Baby get your shine on!

Homemade jar,
Lemon drop take a sip.
Don't stop girl, you know I love it when you get your... shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!

Baby get your shine on!

Cause you and me be rocking all night long!

Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!

Baby get your shine on!

Baby get your shine on!

Strawberry shimmer on her lips,
Silver buckle hanging off her hips.
I sparkle when she smiles,
Shine down on the radio dial.
Silverado, candy painted,
Ray Ban's got the whole world shaded.
Chromed piece tucked in the console.
Riding high, roll up on the down low.



Saturday, March 9, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Up early.
Long day.

Have a tune for you … enjoy.


I got this fever
Running through my veins
Keep on trying
But I just can't shake it
All this medicine
That I keep taking
It aint working
I keep hurting
It's something more
What if there's no cure

Pick me up and
Take me back to my bed
Put a cold towel on my head
You said try
Some of this instead
Then you tell me
That it's working
But I'm not sure
What if there's no cure

I've been blind
Since you left
I can see no way out
I've been deaf
Since you left
To any word of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain’t getting any better
What if there's no cure

I light a candle and
I say a prayer
I might need
A miracle right here
Cause I'm fading and
I feel so scared
I'm disappearing
I used to feel you so much more
What if there's no cure

I've been blind
Since you left
I can see no way out
I've been deaf
Since you left
To any word of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain’t getting any better
What if there's no cure

I keep trying to pull out
Of this spiral that I'm in
But you are burning up my heart
And you are underneath my skin
They say when you lose it all
That you can't lose it anymore
What if there's no cure

What if there's no cure

I've been blind
Since you left
I can see no way out
I've been deaf
Since you left
To any word of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain’t getting any better
What if there's no cure

What if there's no cure

There’s no cure.




Friday, March 8, 2013

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

           Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.




Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal, The Henningsens: American Beautiful


Pouring rain.
Cats not happy.

Like you would say, “oh wells.”

Have a tune for you today …
A fun tune, enjoy.

Link:  The Henningsens: American Beautiful

She puts her boots and bandanna on
She has a hankering for Rolling Stones
She likes her vegetables home grown
A lot like the boy waiting out in the truck

She'll take a hill like Roosevelt
Holds up her pants with a Bible belt
She cracks 'em up like a liberty bell
A whole lot of tender and a little bit tough

Ooh, ooh, ooh
She's a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
She's American beautiful

Well, he is a mutt with a pedigree
Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeans
He pays his dues in the Land of the Free
Says, "Why walk; baby, we were born to fly"

Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's American beautiful

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I saw that girl in a mirror once
With a boy like that in a cloud of dust
I think they look a lot like us
'Cause we are, we are, we are

Ooh, ooh, ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We are American beautiful

Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We are American, American, American beautiful

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Dear Beverly

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Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


242D
It is just a place; a symbolic one.

How do we choose to think about it?
What 242D represents?

Does it represent our collective failures
for you and me and all of us
who called you a friend …
your friends who failed
to recognize the pain within you?

Or is it a symbolic place for
those who care
or once cared
or should have cared
to come; to gather; to remember
and celebrate your memory?

If we extend our hand in friendship
do we become our brother’s keeper?

Does it require a greater commitment?

242D
Do we turn our backs and say,
“Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa with us.”
“You failed us; we failed you.”

And then, of course it goes …
“Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.”

It is something for each of
who touched your life to think about.

242D … what does it represent?

Have a tune for you today …

You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own”

And so you were last June … so alone, so all alone.

… enjoy.



Ladies and gents, fold your tents, cos we have a winner
Come see your Jane try to train every devil in her
There's not a man alive who could tame this creature
You better leave the professor behind, see what time will teach her

And when we've all collected a spectacular sum
We'll get a little glimpse of the disaster to come

You can justify what happens then
Cos how could you have known
Leave the dust to dust and say "amen"
Put "sorry" on the stone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown

Shit's just a trick and each week's full of compromises
She'll push for a fish like a seal clapping for its prizes
There's not a man alive who could wake this sleeper
Oh, tie the rope, hide the dope, sure's there's hope, but denial's cheaper

And when we've all collected a spectacular sum
We'll get a Holy Roller in to rattle the drum

You can justify what happens then
Cos how could you have known
Leave the dust to dust and say "amen"
Put "sorry" on the stone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown

And after the fail, you can wail as they drag the lever
Silence the band, wring the hand that you didn't give her
And every man alive has to sign a waiver
To put a coin in the plate so that fate won't return the favour

You can justify, oh yes you can
You've got the microphone
Tell them dust is dust and men are men
And men all act alone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown