Sun Show

It's another gorgeous morning here in Valhalla by the Sea and I've some awesome tunes and poems in my head. Naturally I just had to share.

You're welcome.
 
Here Comes the Sun
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
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This is the beginning of one of my favorite poems by Sherman Alexie. Go to the link to read the rest. You'll be glad you did. Seriously.

The Summer of Black Widows

The spiders appeared suddenly
after that summer rainstorm.

Some people still insist the spiders fell with the rain
while others believe the spiders grew from the damp soil like weeds
with eight thin roots.

The elders knew the spiders
carried stories in their stomachs.

We tucked our pants into our boots when we walked through the fields
of fallen stories.
An Indian girl opened the closet door and a story fell into her hair.
We lived in the shadow of a story trapped in the ceiling lamp.
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Here's one by Billy Collins which totally speaks to me. More of the poem at the linky.

Morning

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,

the swale of the afternoon,

the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,

his many-pointed stars?

This is the best—

throwing off the light covers,

feet on the cold floor,

and buzzing around the house on espresso— 

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This song's in my head this morning — Morning Dew off the album Truth. That being one of the best, most brill albums of all damn time. Jeff Beck, Ron Wood and Rod Stewart just killed! If you've not hear it before PUH-leeze go to that link and bend your ear.

Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey
Please walk me out in the morning dew, sometime
Can't walk you out in no morning dew, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Can't walk you out in no morning dew

and this tune's just popped in too. I was never a big Joni Mitchell fan but I'd have had to be dead not to love Chelsea Morning.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains
And a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you
Crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won’t you stay
We’ll put on the day
There’s a sun show every second