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Jerusalem

Steve Earle:

I woke up this mornin’ and none of the news was good
And death machines were rumblin’ ‘cross the ground where Jesus stood
And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way
And there was nothin’ anyone could do or say
And I almost listened to him
Yeah, I almost lost my mind
Then I regained my senses again
And looked into my heart to find
That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham
Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem
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True colors

Cyndi Lauper:

The heart that love forget

Kelly Willis:

‘I’m Not Like Everybody Else’

And I don’t want to ball about like everybody else,
And I don’t want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else…

Go here for notes about the song.

All I want for Christmas is you

Mariah Carey live at the Kingdom of Disney:

Barack Obama has been a good friend to gun nuts, but they hate him. In fact, no matter how hard the president tries to be the right wing’s new Reagan, they still call him Hitler. More here.

Oh come let us adore Him

Via Liz Winstead:

A day at the Shelter.

I spent a little over an hour, sorting through a jumbled mess of clothes and bedding that smelled of baby puke, throwing out cheap clothes with shredded seams, bras that were stretched and ripped, and baby clothes turned inside out so you wouldn’t see the stains. Three shoes that were so “distressed” that I would have thrown them out even if they were in pairs. Three socks.

I’m sure the person who donated them was doing the best they could. I stashed some of the ripped clothing for the material (I am a magpie), and took the rest out to the garbage, to a sky loud with the sound of geese; three flocks, each over a hundred, going down to the Lake for breakfast.

Tucked in the bottom of one of the boxes was a plastic bag holding four pebbles. I used the bag for some lengths of lace, and put the pebbles in my bag.

Sometimes good and bad are the same thing.

‘Frank’s Wild Years’

Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife’s forehead

Go here for more lyrics.

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