[SenorJalapeno]

I've always wondered why Keats removed the additional stanza to 'Ode on Melancholy' prior to its publication. I love these lines:

Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones,
And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast,
Stitch creeds together for a sail, with groans
To fill it out, bloodstained and aghast;
Although your rudder be a Dragon's tail,
Long sever'd, yet still hard with agony,
Your cordage large uprootings from the skull
Of bald Medusa; certes you would fail
To find the Melancholy, whether she
Dreameth in any isle of Lethe dull.

In keeping with the theme, here is a relatively unknown gem from Phil Ochs:

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.

[SenorJalapeno]

Its dinner time here. I am going to have Artichoke Formaggio with Home-made bread and lots of Iced Tea. Bon appetit, M'selle.

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Please strangle me! Two hands on my neck would put two lips close to mine and Voila! Snogopportunity. Hurry.

Croissants. Now, Cold Chicken or Hot Pizza?

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I was talking to you, but only in jest. You already explained to me. It was a case of mistaken identity. So, no harm, no foul. We are good.

[SenorJalapeno]

Men on a broom is not a pretty sight, and definitely not comfortable. Let's leave it at that.

Stews! Especially Lentil Stew, with Polish Keilbasa, Green Beans, Smoked Beef, Baby Onions, a few Cloves of Garlic served with Balsamic Vinegar and Extra Virgin Olive Oil…Sheesh! I am starving.

Roti or Baguette?

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Nestle

[SenorJalapeno]

In the interest of self-preservation, I would have to say, 'No Comment.'

[SenorJalapeno]

Unbelievably Yum!

Filet Mignon, topped with Crab Meat and Whiskey Peppercorn Sauce with a touch of Tabasco on the side.

(Oh God, I am famished Lol)

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If I had a broom, I'd come see you. If I had a magic wand, I'd make you come see me Lmao. Okies enough before I get reprimanded for messing up another thread.

Grilled Chicken or Smoked Salmon?

[SenorJalapeno]

You jealous because people like me? Lmao. No! Don't reply. I can guess the answer. You like me too, because I am the guy who refuses to be offended. Oh, I like you too. But, you already knew that.

[SenorJalapeno]

The song is Yakeen and it is from the album Doorie. Here is the complete song:

Aaj dil dukha hai
Tum yaad aaye ho
Anjaane log hain
Apne kahan dhoond paaye

Jaage hain soye nahin
Aisi hai meri yeh bechaini
Din bhi wohi, raatein wohi
Saanson mein saansein hain nahin
hmm hmmm

Shaamein ab dhalti nahin
Aanchal jo tera simat jaaye
Aap yahaan hamesha rahein
Doorie rahe na faasle
hmm hmmm

Jaage hain soye nahin
Aisi hai meri yeh bechaini
Din bhi wohi, raatein wohi
Saanson mein saansein hain nahin
hmm hmmm hmm hmmm

Ab agar tum mile toh
Itna yakeen hai
Hans denge hum toh
Rona nahin hai

You could find a video of Atif singing the song here:

http://myriadhues.wordpress.com/2007/02/05/yakeen-another-gem-by-atif-aslam/

Enjoy!

[SenorJalapeno]

Regent

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Forgive the audacity but for a moment I remembered what Chandler Bing says of Monica Geller in Friends: 'Monica, I feel like you should have German sub-titles.' No prizes for guessing who you reminded me of…Lmao…so off to bed it is. Thank you for making my evening the better part of my day! Ciao.

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Hello Kavita ji! Haven't seen you much of late. I hope all is well with you. If I sought to harm that person from my past, I had more than ample reason and even more appropriate opportunities to execute my objective. It is one of those instances where a tiny act of kindness is misinterpreted to be an outpouring of love…

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Bora Bora! Oh my! If I were to choose a spot to flee, I could not have chosen a more beautiful place. You are a bundle of delight Ness ji…eclectic music, eloquent words, exotic places and exquisite humor! Very nice indeed. Here is Robert Browning (Life in A Love) and his timeless verse:

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.

[SenorJalapeno]

Is that Nina Simone? Sounds like her, but it's almost 3.00am and my brains are dehydrated Lmao. Here is Billie Holiday, to whom I feel married at times.

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

[SenorJalapeno]

I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you come
And find me…
You would die.
~ by Senor Jalapeno ~

Sorry, I just had to do that. I wish a certain someone from my past would read that. Sigh!

[SenorJalapeno]

You have such good taste Ness ji. Sting is one of my favourites. I love the 'Desert Rose' with Cheb Mami.

Lori Lieberman was so taken by Don McLean at one of his concerts that she went to song-writers Norman Gimbel and Charles Fox and raved about McLean's performance. They wrote this song for her and Lori first recorded it in 1971. Roberta Flack heard it on a flight from Los Angeles to New York and after a few changes sang her way to the 1974 Grammy for the Record of the Year, Song of the Year, and Best Female Pop Vocal. I prefer the Lauryn Hill (Fugees) hip-hop version of 1996.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song …

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song …

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on …

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song …

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song …

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song …
With his song …

[SenorJalapeno]

Likewise Ness ji! I almost forgot Jim Croce too Lol. Was too busy listening to the latest Maroon 5 offering. Here is a favorite of mine from Christopher Cross:

It's not far down to paradise
At least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

It's not far to never never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing
Takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy
It gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me

It's not far back to sanity
At least it's not for me
And when the wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

[SenorJalapeno]

And Aubrey was her name,
A not so very ordinary girl or name.
But who's to blame?
For a love that wouldn't bloom
For the hearts that never played in tune.
Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,
Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing.

And Aubrey was her name.
We tripped the light and danced together to the moon,
But where was June.
No it never came around
If it did it never made a sound,
Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast,
Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,

But God I miss the girl,
And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be
Closer to her than to me.

And Aubrey was her name,
I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
And the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.

But how I miss the girl
And I'd go a million times around the world just to say
She had been mine for a day.

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