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inrumford20 hours agoPhoto

my words are not born
as in “giving birth”
they are usually torn
like weeds form the earth

fragments remain
inside my soul
an indelible stain
that will never be whole

as you sow
so shall you reap
I never know
what I will keep

and what will
be torn out

always I am fearing

who will do

the tearing

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inrumford3 days agoPhoto

what lies beyond the moment
when you walk away
what happens in that instant
when you have nothing to say

time will still transpire
to keep you in your place
fearful of the fire
that will silently erase

the memory of me

well I came across that moment
when time just stood still
I didn鈥檛 know if I would survive
u sed u always will

find the least
stressful situation

and fade into the night

so the world could just watch

as you 聽faded out of sight

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inrumford3 days agoPhoto

what hues have the seconds,
the minutes, the hours?
what colours the days,
blooming like flowers?

what shades have the years
as they fade away,
to a mournful dirge
that no one can play.

a sound with a colour
nobody hears.

what colour
has light
as it passes through tears?

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inrumford4 days agoVideo

Brilliant stuff…


Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 鈥檆ross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck

Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath
鈥淭urn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square
I want him to feel what it鈥檚 like to every moment face his death鈥

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain
You know I can鈥檛 believe we鈥檝e lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin鈥 after me like a rollin鈥 train

I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel

Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton鈥
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back
I would have gone on after you but I didn鈥檛 feel like letting my head get blown off

Well, we鈥檙e drivin鈥 this car and the sun is comin鈥 up over the Rockies
Now I know she ain鈥檛 you but she鈥檚 here and she鈥檚 got that dark rhythm in her soul
But I鈥檓 too over the edge and I ain鈥檛 in the mood anymore to remember the times
when I was your only man
And she don鈥檛 want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you鈥檙e my honey love

Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live. He owned a wreckin鈥 lot outside of town about a mile
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back.
She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust
She said, 鈥淗enry ain鈥檛 here but you can come on in, he鈥檒l be back in a little while鈥

Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin鈥 of
bummin鈥 a ride back to from where she started
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up
She said, 鈥淲elcome to the land of the living dead鈥
You could tell she was so broken hearted
She said, 鈥淓ven the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt鈥

鈥淗ow far are y鈥檃ll going?鈥 Ruby asked us with a sigh
鈥淲e鈥檙e going all the way 鈥檛il the wheels fall off and burn
鈥橳il the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies鈥
Ruby just smiled and said, 鈥淎h, you know some babies never learn鈥

Something about that movie though, well I just can鈥檛 get it out of my head
But I can鈥檛 remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin鈥 my way

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls,
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you鈥檙e my honey love

Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour
I was crossin鈥 the street when shots rang out
I didn鈥檛 know whether to duck or to run, so I ran
鈥淲e got him cornered in the churchyard,鈥 I heard somebody shout

Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it,
it said, 鈥淎 man with no alibi鈥
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears
It was the best acting I saw anybody do

Now I鈥檝e always been the kind of person that doesn鈥檛 like to trespass
but sometimes you just find yourself over the line
Oh if there鈥檚 an original thought out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain鈥檛 sayin鈥 much. I could feel a whole lot better
If you were just here by my side to show me how

Well, I鈥檓 standin鈥 in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck
Yeah, but you know it鈥檚 not the one that I had in mind
He鈥檚 got a new one out now, I don鈥檛 even know what it鈥檚 about
But I鈥檒l see him in anything so I鈥檒l stand in line

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you鈥檙e my honey love

You know, it鈥檚 funny how things never turn out the way you had 鈥檈m planned
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn鈥檛 Henry Porter
And you know there was somethin鈥 about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was somethin鈥 about me you liked
that I left behind in the French Quarter

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content
I don鈥檛 have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I鈥檓 gone
You always said people don鈥檛 do what they believe in, they just do what鈥檚 most convenient, then they repent
And I always said, 鈥淗ang on to me, baby, and let鈥檚 hope that the roof stays on鈥

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice
I don鈥檛 remember who I was or where I was bound
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun
and he was shot in the back
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you鈥檙e my honey love

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inrumford4 days agoQuote
And now, having happily carried two children to term, I can also tell you this about pregnancy: At first it is something that happens to you, then it becomes something you do, then, many months after that, it becomes a relationship between you and 鈥渟omeone else.鈥 Taking the position that a two-celled zygote has more liberty and agency, more of a right to become itself than the woman who carries it, that is the real tragedy. The real murder. For man to be unable to acknowledge the full humanity of a woman and instead to project his own ego onto a partially formed fetus hidden in the lining of her most central core being, shows the deep deficiency of perception created by patriarchy. Only in a world so thoroughly immersed in patriarchy would this whole farce of enforced reproduction (or enforced sterilization) even be possible. Men dictating to women when and how they shall give birth is treason.
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inrumford8 days agoText


When supper’s done we’ll watch some TV show
Of a bunch of folks who’ve never heard of Idaho…

Standing barefoot on a cold wood floor
Looking out the window of my back door
If it keeps on raining I think
The whole damn house is going to float away
The alarm was buzzing at the break of dawn
My husband’s asking: “Is the coffee on?”
And easy’s getting harder every day

I’ll drop the baby off at school at nine
And bust the lights to get to work on time
Where I’ll be staring at the clock
Just waiting to knock off another day
When supper’s done we’ll watch some TV show
Of a bunch of folks who’ve never heard of Idaho
Where easy’s getting harder every day

I had a garden but my flowers died
There ain’t much living here inside
Lately, I don’t know what I’m holding on to
Wished I could run away to Couer d'Alene
Take nothing with me, not even my name
Because easy’s getting harder every day

We make love and then we kiss goodnight
He rolls over and he’s out like a light
But I ain’t mad about it
We got nothing to talk about anyway
The lights are blinking on the radio tower
And I lie awake and stare at them for hours and hours
Because easy’s getting harder every day

And it feels like easy
Just keeps on getting harder every day

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inrumford11 days agoPhoto

things are always trapped
in dreams,

prisons of
misunderstood possibilities.

where screams are silent,
where false is true.

trapped in dreams,
waiting for you.

I seek security
in isolation.

I wrap it around me
like a cloak of ice,
trapped in a prison
of my own device,

looking for
a diamond.

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inrumford18 days agoPhoto

in the silence
I can hear
the ticking of the clock,
echoing all the time
it takes away.

a silence built
on many years spent
trying hard to block,
the thought that you
were in my yesterday.

what is quiet?
i do not want to know.

it is the silence of light
that has nowhere
to go.

quiet is not my friend.

quiet is the place
where I think
the world will end.

quiet is an ocean,
that slowly starts to freeze.
quiet is the moment,
you spend upon your knees.

considering things
you never knew,
things you may
not want to know
the quiet tells

what is quiet?
i do not want to know.

it is the silence of light
that has nowhere
to go.

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inrumford18 days agoVideo


Run for the Roses. Dan Fogelberg. (1982)

It鈥檚 time you join in the dance鈥濃︹滾e Hummmm鈥 A Most beautiful song<3<3<3 xoxoxoxo

RIP Dan-a great artist

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inrumford18 days agoVideo

No Wheels to Ride

Mott The Hoople

No wheels to ride
No wheels to travel
No tracks to take on down
The road I walk is getting heavy
But I must still go on

And in the night
I hear the calling
As the train goes by
Then all I hear is my footsteps falling
Upon the tears I cry

If I could find a better way to get to you
You know that I would
No money lines my pockets now
But by the spring you know that it should

Well I just can’t wait to catch that greyhound bus
That will take me back right to your side
(oh oh)
Can’t get enough
Can’t get enough
I can’t get enough of your love
So I’ll go on making time
‘til I can see a way
Maybe tomorrow I’ll find a future
Baby all I can say
If I can find a better way to get to you
You know that I will
Nobody rides my pockets now
But by the spring you know yes
you know that they will
And someday soon I’ll see you there
waiting at the station just for me
I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait
For you to get back
(oh please)

Songwriters: Ian Hunter

No Wheels to Ride lyrics 漏 BMG Rights Management

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inrumford21 days agoVideo


Dark Road - Sarah Jarosz - Live from Here

The band: Chris Thile, Mike Elizondo, Jeff Babko, Stuart Duncan, Chris Eldridge, Trevor Lawrence Jr., and Noam Pikelny.

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inrumford21 days agoVideo

it happens

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inrumford22 days agoPhoto

the stained glass
windows of time
fracturing light
in a way that won’t rhyme

taking the ancient
pieces of past
forming a triad
of notes that won’t last

something is triggered
inside the brain
the ripple effect
of a lonesome refrain

no one can hear
no one can see
the heartbreak of notes
in a minor key

lingering long enough
to cause tears
to well up

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inrumford25 days agoPhoto

in the time it takes
to realize
the limits of my senses

in silent worlds
of compromise
we shelter in pretenses

losing all connection
to a past
that was uncertain

into your world
my gaze is cast

through the pain
of memories curtain

I can only cling

to fragments
of a tattered joy
when ere
you used to sing

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