As you well know, I am a Feline (witha capital F) who appreciates Music. (witha capital M)
So, today, miss elizabeth, (no caps here, I'm MAD at her!) she was nursing her wounds and working on the 'puter. She started up some musica, and she knows better than to play stuff I don't like. But, it's been a while since she played the Beatles. (not the bugs out in the yard) but the ones who the young kids today know nothing about. Poor Saps!
Anyhoo, I had to put the lyrics here. I don't think I can have copies to play here but I will look on Youtube. Stinkin' Michael Jackson bought all the rights to all the Beatles songs from what my Big Boy, X says, so maybe it wont be there.
But, you know, sometimes the words have meaning beyond the meanings. So, here they are, wit my comments.
Instant Karma's gonna get you
(self explanatory)
Gonna knock you right on the head
(in other words pay attention)
You better get yourself together
(you got it, Right?)
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
(Yeah, if you don't watch out, so Live Right)
What in the world you thinking of
(probably nothin' huh, Blankface! yeh you)
Laughing in the face of love
(ultimate Love, GodLove, Beyond Compassion Love)
What on earth you tryin' to do?
(not a rhetorical question)
It's up to you, yeah you
Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
(keep yer heart open, Dude and Dudette)
Who in the hell d'you think you are?
(hell, huh? Hmmm)
A super star??
(we are ALL stars. Get it?),
Well, right you are
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
(if we don't hide our light)
Ev'ryone come on
Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
(see the light everywhere)
Ev'ryone you meet
(yep, even the derelicts)
Why in the world are we here?
Surely not to live in pain and fear
(yes, it exists, but how do you handle it?)
Why on earth are you there?
(stuck in your own self-ness)
When you're ev'rywhere
(you are he, she, it, them, too)
Come and get your share
(can you see it?),
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
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LIFE IN A ROYAL CAT'S REALM
Jan 30, 2009
Jan 28, 2009
Traveling with Music
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I remember traveling in Elizabeth's old Ford Taurus station wagon across the country when she was returning to California back in 1995. She had been so homesick for the place, and drove like a maniac. She made the trip in record time.
I had never been there, as I was born in Indiana and didn't realize the necessity of going to California. I am not a nervous cat. I love riding in the car, as did my mother. Her name was Gypsy and she was pure black. How she gave birth to a calico like me, is a mystery of nature. So, anyway,I sat in the back of the station wagon, on top of all the tightly packed boxes and preferred whichever side of the car had the most sunlight. I LOVE the warmt yuo know!
They Many cars passed us by with their passengers, usually children, excitedly pointing, smiling and waving.had never seen a cat riding in a car, I guess. I never waved back, of course, or paid any attention to them at all. I didn't want their drivers to be distracted by my beauty. After all I am an unusually attractive Calico. Just go look at my photos and you will agree. I am sure.
My fur is just the right length, and my colors are brilliant. Plus, my markings are decidedly unique. I even have a heart shaped one! I truly wear my heart on my sleeve!
Varsha and Storm traveled with us. I so enjoyed listing to Varsha's singing that I left my perch in the back of the car to come up to the front and lay down on her lap, well, beside her, that is. Varsha is Miss E's niece, but I always think of her as my Auntie, so that would make Storm, my cousin. He is Miss E's Grand Nephew. Storm is all grown up now, but he was just a little boy when we were traveling across the country. I let him pet me. He was very good at it.
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I remember traveling in Elizabeth's old Ford Taurus station wagon across the country when she was returning to California back in 1995. She had been so homesick for the place, and drove like a maniac. She made the trip in record time.
I had never been there, as I was born in Indiana and didn't realize the necessity of going to California. I am not a nervous cat. I love riding in the car, as did my mother. Her name was Gypsy and she was pure black. How she gave birth to a calico like me, is a mystery of nature. So, anyway,I sat in the back of the station wagon, on top of all the tightly packed boxes and preferred whichever side of the car had the most sunlight. I LOVE the warmt yuo know!
They Many cars passed us by with their passengers, usually children, excitedly pointing, smiling and waving.had never seen a cat riding in a car, I guess. I never waved back, of course, or paid any attention to them at all. I didn't want their drivers to be distracted by my beauty. After all I am an unusually attractive Calico. Just go look at my photos and you will agree. I am sure.
My fur is just the right length, and my colors are brilliant. Plus, my markings are decidedly unique. I even have a heart shaped one! I truly wear my heart on my sleeve!
Varsha and Storm traveled with us. I so enjoyed listing to Varsha's singing that I left my perch in the back of the car to come up to the front and lay down on her lap, well, beside her, that is. Varsha is Miss E's niece, but I always think of her as my Auntie, so that would make Storm, my cousin. He is Miss E's Grand Nephew. Storm is all grown up now, but he was just a little boy when we were traveling across the country. I let him pet me. He was very good at it.
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