Alla inlägg den 16 februari 2011
Alligators snap at your ankles
And branches snap at your brain
If I ever get through this swamp alive
I'll nevermore pray for rain
This must be the place, and still
Somehow it don't seem right
That something in the moon
Could change these endless days
To lonely nights
I take a stroll down by the sea
And walk along the pier
Then I slip and hit my head
Now's the time to fear
See the surface, see the rocks
See my past fly swiftly by
I feel the water in my lungs
And wake up screaming for my life
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchetrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Card sharks and blue harps
And dolphins who can leap
In my Blue Heaven
Where I can laugh
And I can weep
Black shapes zip into corners
The big lads start to crawl
To holes of their own making
In the cracks within the wall
Snakes and rats and spiders
I know that they're still there
I pray to God that I may sleep
Without a hope, without a care
In my blue heaven...
Felines and sea lions
And rain on the beach
In my Blue Heaven
With angels who are out of reach
In my blue heaven...
Nightingales sing
And the bells they will ring
In my Blue Heaven
The Bells of Hell
Go ding-a-ling-a-ling
Pogues (Philip Chevron/Darryl Hunt 1989)
I met with Napper Tandy
And I shook him by the hand
He said "Hold me up for Chrissake
For I can hardly stand"
The most disgraceful journey
On which I've ever been
The last time that I travelled on
The Boat Train
I had a couple of drinks in town
A few more at the port
I puked up on the gangway
But some kind folks helped me board
They helped me to a table
Poured whiskey down my throat
They sat me at a table
And I lost my watch and coat
First we drank some whiskey
Then we drank some gin
Then we drank tequila
I think that's what did me in
Then we drank some brandy
And the women had a dance
The steward then announced
That we could play the game of "chance"
We crowded round the table
With our money in our hands
I ended up on the other side
Without a penny in my pants
I woke up in the toilet
When we got to Holyhead
The doors were all a-banging
And I wished that I was dead
We got on board the train
And then we had a drink or two
Started playing poker
But the booze ran out at Crewe
Some people started sleeping
Others looked for duty free
Some bastard started singing
"The little cottage by the Lee"
He then sang "Paper Roses"
"Boolavogue" "Eileen Aru"
Somebody started slagging off
The Pakis and the Jews
First I found some whiskey
Then I found some gin
I sat down in the corner
And I read the Daily News
First I drank the whiskey
Then I drank the gin
I tried to make the toilet
And I broke my fuckin shin
Next thing that I knew
I was in London in the rain
Staggering up the platform
Off the Boat Train
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go boys
Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go boys
Let them go boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
No corpse can lie upon me
It's coming up three boys
Keeps coming up three boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
And still the angels won't receive me
Let me go boys
Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Shane MacGowan (1987)
...så har man nu påvisat den farliga dvärgbandmasken i en räv i Uddevallatrakten. Påminner mig om att vi för några år sedan skrev i Brukshunden om den fruktade franska hjärtmasken som hittades i flera rävar på Sydkoster (även ett par hundar därstädes var smittade).
Blää! Som någon kommenterade: All skit i Sverige kommer från Västkusten...
Bara 10 minusgrader! Känns som rena vårvädret i jämförelse med de senaste dagarnas istid.
Vi har haft väldigt kallt - även inomhus - +11 - vilket gör att samtliga går omkring och huttrar. Har gjort ett omarrangemang av elementen och ställt dess centralt - tidigare placering under fönster, varvid man eldar för kråkorna...
Hundarna vill inte gå ut... inne nuddar ingen vovve golvet... Jag förstår dem!
Vid förra köldknäppen - den före jul - gjorde min ofattbart snälle och omtänksamme make en välsignad investering, nämligen elektriska madrasser för frusna gamlingar. Hurra! Och inte nog med det; ett inslag med TV-reklam för elektrisk värmefilt fick Yours Truly att sucka avundsjukt. Och vad får jag då i julklapp? Jo just en sådan värmefilt!
Så nu har Dagens Skönaste Stund blivit två; nämligen a) när man tager sin lilla läsebok, tekopp och alla djuren och balanserar in till vardagsrummet, sveper den sköna filten runt sin kalla lekamen och arrangerar hundar och katter runtomkring, samt b) när man får krypa mellan lakan (uppvärmda!) och parkera sig på värmemadrassen.
Yours Truly skulle väl aldrig drömt om att spendera tusenlappar på tocken lyx - heller bita ihop och härda ut! Men nu när de upptinande värmekällorna finns så är jag glad för dem.
Snart är det mars och sen ska det bli vår och sen...
Håll ut, Dolly och alla som bor på gården Vårdal - en liten tid... och våren/sommaren kommer åter... då kan du vara med på blåbärsrensning med Husse igen!
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