Sunday, August 17, 2025
Cookies
Blogger said I need to post a notice about cookies if theirs doesn't show up, to satisfy European laws. I don't see theirs on my page, maybe because of something to do with my page setup.
So here it is.
Blogger keeps cookies.
I might have apps that keep cookies, I don't know.
I do not personally keep cookies.
Friday, December 06, 2024
My Most Hated Stuff
Since "The Sound of Music", one of my favorite movies, is associated with Christmas, I post this song for Christmas, which is sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
The beginning of this song started coming into my head when I was driving in Atlanta in the rain, as it was this morning on the way to work.
(And if you're not sure, yes it's supposed to be humorous :)
My Most Hated Stuff
copyright Patricia M. Shannon 2000
(to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
from "The Sound of Music")
Atlanta drivers, those honking tail-gaters,
who never slow down, whatever the weather,
people who turn up the sound way too much,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
Hot southern summers with no air-conditioning,
cold winter days without enough heating,
paychecks that run out 'cause they're not enough,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
(chorus)
Life is so short, that it is tough,
not to feel sad.
But I remember my most-hated stuff
and then I don't feel so bad :)
Swimsuits cut so high I don't dare to move,
painful deformed feet from pointy-toed shoes,
pantyhose that simply will not stay up,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
Changing the tires, adjusting the brakes,
comp-time I'm owed that they won't let me take,
jock itch that simply will never let up,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff!
(chorus)
The beginning of this song started coming into my head when I was driving in Atlanta in the rain, as it was this morning on the way to work.
(And if you're not sure, yes it's supposed to be humorous :)
My Most Hated Stuff
copyright Patricia M. Shannon 2000
(to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
from "The Sound of Music")
Atlanta drivers, those honking tail-gaters,
who never slow down, whatever the weather,
people who turn up the sound way too much,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
Hot southern summers with no air-conditioning,
cold winter days without enough heating,
paychecks that run out 'cause they're not enough,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
(chorus)
Life is so short, that it is tough,
not to feel sad.
But I remember my most-hated stuff
and then I don't feel so bad :)
Swimsuits cut so high I don't dare to move,
painful deformed feet from pointy-toed shoes,
pantyhose that simply will not stay up,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff.
Changing the tires, adjusting the brakes,
comp-time I'm owed that they won't let me take,
jock itch that simply will never let up,
these are just some of my most-hated stuff!
(chorus)
Sunday, December 01, 2024
Forged in the Stars
Talented music producer David Leonard recorded my song "Forged in the Stars". He did the production and all the instrumentals.
His web site is http://www.revealaudio.com/
It's available at
Forged in the Stars
copyright 2011 Patricia M. Shannon
Forged in the star that we call our sun,
dance in unbearable light;
flung into space, alone in the dark,
around and around in the night.
Coming together as ages pass by
following gravity’s call;
creating the planets, the comets, and moon,
so many worlds both big and small.
We were forged in the stars,
every atom from which we are formed,
has been recycled thru rocks, trees, and seas,
forever reborn and reborn.
We were forged in the stars,
all the atoms from which we are formed,
have been a part of the rocks, trees, and seas,
forever reborn and reborn.
..
His web site is http://www.revealaudio.com/
It's available at
Forged in the Stars
copyright 2011 Patricia M. Shannon
Forged in the star that we call our sun,
dance in unbearable light;
flung into space, alone in the dark,
around and around in the night.
Coming together as ages pass by
following gravity’s call;
creating the planets, the comets, and moon,
so many worlds both big and small.
We were forged in the stars,
every atom from which we are formed,
has been recycled thru rocks, trees, and seas,
forever reborn and reborn.
We were forged in the stars,
all the atoms from which we are formed,
have been a part of the rocks, trees, and seas,
forever reborn and reborn.
..
Friday, November 08, 2024
Point of View
Point of View
copyright 2002 Patricia M. Shannon
There were two men from the same village,
the truest friends you've ever known.
They were blood-brothers when they were children,
They married sisters when they were grown.
(chorus)
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
brothers of the heart,
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
nothing ever could tear them apart.
One day the Trickster bet the village,
he could get these friends into a fight;
"Oh, no," said the village,
"We know you can't be right."
(chorus)
Tricks made a coat of different colors,
walked between them so they could view;
"What a lovely red.", said one friend,
said the other : "No, it is blue."
They started shouting at each other
over which one saw it true,
Trickster turned around and showed them
"It's all in your point of view."
(chorus)
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
brothers of the heart,
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
they thought nothing could tear them apart.
===================================
I'm not an excellent singer, but here is a video if you want to hear the song.
http://new.livestream.com/OMPlive/events/3267593/videos/59787441
copyright 2002 Patricia M. Shannon
There were two men from the same village,
the truest friends you've ever known.
They were blood-brothers when they were children,
They married sisters when they were grown.
(chorus)
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
brothers of the heart,
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
nothing ever could tear them apart.
One day the Trickster bet the village,
he could get these friends into a fight;
"Oh, no," said the village,
"We know you can't be right."
(chorus)
Tricks made a coat of different colors,
walked between them so they could view;
"What a lovely red.", said one friend,
said the other : "No, it is blue."
They started shouting at each other
over which one saw it true,
Trickster turned around and showed them
"It's all in your point of view."
(chorus)
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
brothers of the heart,
They were the best of friends, the best of friends,
they thought nothing could tear them apart.
===================================
I'm not an excellent singer, but here is a video if you want to hear the song.
http://new.livestream.com/OMPlive/events/3267593/videos/59787441
Thursday, November 07, 2024
The Oneness of Being
This song is still for sale on Reverbnation.
It is on Spotify.
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein
Albert Einstein said:
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.
The Oneness of Being
copyright Patricia M. Shannon 1992
The Earth is our mother, and the sun is our father,
They nourish us and sustain us.
Though I stand on a mountaintop alone.
I am not alone, for I am one with all.
The oneness is a blessing, a constant source of strength;
the loneliness of being will rend your heart no more.
But in this world imperfect, it also is a curse,
I feel the pain of others as if it were my own.
Let us work together, and join our hearts as one,
to make a world where children no longer die from guns.
Throw away your hatreds, your wars and your drugs;
the highest high you'll ever know is when you feel as one.
..
Monday, November 04, 2024
The structure of this blog
I have several blog posts that are at the top of my blog for extended periods of time, because I believe they are of continuing usefulness. So when you look at my blog, the fact that the first few are the same doesn't mean I haven't updated the blog recently.
Thursday, October 03, 2024
What Kind of World
What Kind of World
© copyright 2016 Patricia M. Shannon
(chorus)
What kind of world do we want to leave the future?
What will they say about us when we are gone?
Will they thank us? Will they curse us?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
Will they thank us? Or will they curse us?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
(verse1)
We have learned much, risen from the muck.
Will we throw it all away?
We could continue on so far, maybe even to the stars,
if we don't throw it all away, if we don't throw it all away.
(chorus)
(verse 2)
When we take a stand, we can heal the land,
if we work together now.
We could get power from the sun, prevent our own extinction,
if we would work together now,
if we just work together now.
(chorus)
(verse 3)
[Wrote this verse the evening of Sept. 12, 2017, the day after tropical storm, formerly super hurricane Irma, came thru the metro Atlanta area.]
We've known a long time we're committing a grave crime
if we refuse to change our ways.
Now the time has come to pay: drowning, burning, blown away.
Because we wouldn't change our ways.
We just refused to change our ways.
© copyright 2016 Patricia M. Shannon
(chorus)
What kind of world do we want to leave the future?
What will they say about us when we are gone?
Will they thank us? Will they curse us?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
Will they thank us? Or will they curse us?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
Will there be anybody left to care at all?
(verse1)
We have learned much, risen from the muck.
Will we throw it all away?
We could continue on so far, maybe even to the stars,
if we don't throw it all away, if we don't throw it all away.
(chorus)
(verse 2)
When we take a stand, we can heal the land,
if we work together now.
We could get power from the sun, prevent our own extinction,
if we would work together now,
if we just work together now.
(chorus)
(verse 3)
[Wrote this verse the evening of Sept. 12, 2017, the day after tropical storm, formerly super hurricane Irma, came thru the metro Atlanta area.]
We've known a long time we're committing a grave crime
if we refuse to change our ways.
Now the time has come to pay: drowning, burning, blown away.
Because we wouldn't change our ways.
We just refused to change our ways.
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