Saul Good

Raven told Saul to meet her at the wiccan altar and she would teach him the craft.  Even though many more women are drawn to Pagan religions than men are, Raven said that he could join her group, as long as he could master the art of fire bending.  Saul was an easy-going guy and a less than satisfactory outcome was always permissible for him.  Raven held fire in her hand and told Saul not to worry, as he has been bending air and water for his whole life and bending fire is just the next step up in control of the elements.  Saul replied, “I have not been bending anything.”  Raven said, “We all are surrounded by this mysterious gas, and life would be impossible without it, but we hardly ever give it a moment’s thought, because solids and liquids are much denser than gases and when you are walking through air, you are creating waves and all waves contain energy.”

Raven told Saul that it is nothing more than a trick and that she selects materials that can burn at room temperature and she chooses vapors that are denser than air, so they will sink and collect at the lowest point, allowing her to disperse flammable gas to ignite the fire.  She told Saul that he may get burned a few times while he is learning and that it might be a good idea to keep a bucket of water handy.  Saul smiled and said, “It’s all good.”

Written for Sadje at Keep It Alive What Do You See? prompt #13.

Egregious Error

She was still holding a torch for him, even after they said their bittersweet goodbyes and promised to move on.  They would communicate on the internet and text each other, while they were going to different colleges on opposite coasts.  They dated all through High School and she liked his sense of humor, and she got a big laugh when he took her out one night and got a flat tire and he did not have a jack.  Being a boy scout, as a rule he was always prepared and when the jack was missing from his trunk, he thought someone was trying to conspire against him.  They would regulate their chatting time with each other, till one of them found another, which seemed like a perfectly civil way to end their relationship.  She thought that this was almost too civil, like taking tea and holding her pinky out and then taking a nap.  She felt it might be easier if they got down on a wrestling mat and went at it like crazed lovers should.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Regulate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Rule, for the Daily Spur prompt – Internet, for FOWC with Fandango – Egregious, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Humor, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt – Conspire, for January Writing Prompts – Bittersweet goodbyes, for Ragtag Community – Torch, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Tea Nap Mat and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Jack.

Silence is Golden

The phrase “silence is golden” is an encouragement to silence, that comes from a Swiss inscription dating back to the early 1800s.  Keeping your mouth shut is a great virtue and saying nothing may be preferable to speaking.  There is an old proverb that says, “Speech is silver and silence is golden.”  The poet Thomas Carlyle translated the phrase from German in Sartor Resartus, in 1831, where a character expounds at length on the virtues of silence saying, “Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule.  Not William the Silent only, but all the considerable men I have known, and the most undiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to babble of what they were creating and projecting.  Nay, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou thyself but hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out!  Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought; but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal.  Speech too is great, but not the greatest.”  If you have nothing of value to say, then just shut up!

The Tremeloes are an English rock and roll band, founded in 1958 in Dagenham, Essex.  They had fourteen UK and two U.S. Top 20 hit singles.  They first got together in 1958, when the original members were all in their teens and the original line-up consisted of Brian Poole (vocals, guitar), Alan Blakely (drums), Alan Howard (saxophone), and Graham Scott (guitar).  Blakley switched from drums to guitar (which Poole relinquished) after Dave Munden joined to play the drums and Howard switched to bass at this time.  In May of 1966 Howard was replaced by Mike Clark, but he only lasted a mere three months.  Chip Hawkes joined in 1965 as singer and bassist.

The band was originally known as the Tremilos, but thanks to a misspelling, they got a new name.  They made a recording of an old Four Seasons’ B-side to ‘Rag Doll’.  ‘Silence is Golden’ was written by Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio and for the Tremeloes this went to #1 in the UK and reached #11 in the US.  It was released on their 1967 album Suddenly You Love Me.  All the group’s members shared vocals in this song, although most of their songs featured either ‘Chip’ Hawkes or drummer Dave Munden as the lead singer.

Oh don’t it hurt deep inside
To see someone do something to her
Oh don’t it pain to see someone cry
How especially if that someone is her
Silence is golden
But my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
Talking is cheap people follow like sheep
Even though there is no where to go
How could she tell he deceived her so well
Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden
But my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
How many times will she fall for his lines
Should I tell her or should I be cool
And if I tried I know she’d say I lied
Mind your business don’t hurt her you fool
Silence is golden
But my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
But my eyes still see
But my eyes still see

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Shut Up” hosted by Yves.

Sixteen Parkside Lane

‘Taxi’ was written and performed by Harry Chapin and released on his 1972 album Heads & Tales.  The song peaked at #24 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart and it went to #20 on the U.S. Cash Box Top 100 chart.  This was Chapin’s first single.  Harry had a taxi driver license in New York City and worked as a driver for 6 months in Long Beach, New York. Harry Chapin literally puts the listener inside of this taxi cab and lets them experience music that involves much more than just hearing somebody sing about being lonely.

Harry is a cab driver, working on a rainy night in San Francisco.  He picks up a woman wearing an expensive gown, his last fare for the night, and she asks to be taken to her home.  Harry feels like he knows this woman, but she seems not to recognize him until after she looks at him in the rear-view mirror and glances at his hack license.  She turns out to be his old flame Sue, someone Harry knew from his youth.  Harry has a flashback, remembering how he “used to take her home in [his] car” and also how they “learned about love in the back of a Dodge”, then he adds, “The lesson hadn’t gone too far.”  Sue had desires to be an actress, while Harry was going to learn to fly (hinting at Chapin’s earlier real-life experience at the United States Air Force Academy).  Their relationship ended when Sue “took off to find the footlights” and Harry “took off to find the sky.”

Harry arrives at Sue’s home where she offers to get together with him sometime, but Harry seems to know that is never going to happen.  Sue pays him a $20 bill for “a $2.50 fare” and says, “Harry, keep the change.”  Harry has mixed feelings about this gesture, but he “stashed the bill in [his] shirt.”  As Sue walks into her home, Harry finally realizes that they both got what they wished for, “such a long, long time ago”.  Sue is now happy acting out her life in a loveless marriage, while Harry is “flying” by driving a taxi and “getting stoned.”  Sue was a real person in this song and eight years later, Chapin followed this up with another hit, appropriately titled ‘Sequel’, which continued the chronicles of the former lovers Harry and Sue.

‘Taxi’ and his other very long song ‘The Cat’s in the Cradle’ were out of step with the fashion of the times, but they both received praise from many critics.  Driving eventually cost Harry his life, when he was in his Volkswagen Rabbit, which he was operating illegally, it was struck from behind by a tractor-trailer on the Long Island Expressway and Harry Chapin died in this traffic collision on Interstate 495, in NY on July 16, 1981.  Sadly, Harry Chapin has not made it into the Songwriters Hall of Fame yet.

It was raining hard in ‘Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the light
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue
It’s a shame you ruined your gown in the rain
She just looked out the window, she said
“Sixteen Parkside Lane”
Something about her was familiar
I could swear I’d seen her face before
But she said, “I’m sure you’re mistaken”
And she didn’t say anything more
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror
And she glanced at the license for my name
A smile seemed to come to her slowly
It was a sad smile, just the same
And she said, “How are you Harry?”
I said, “How are you Sue?
Through the too many miles
And the too little smiles
I still remember you”
It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge
The lesson hadn’t gone too far
You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off to find the sky
Whoa, I’ve got something inside me
To drive a princess blind
There’s a wild man, wizard
He’s hiding in me, illuminating my mind
Oh, I’ve got something inside me
Not what my life’s about
‘Cause I’ve been letting my outside tide me
Over ‘till my time, runs out
Baby’s so high that she’s skying
Yes she’s flying, afraid to fall
I’ll tell you why baby’s crying
‘Cause she’s dying, aren’t we all
There was not much more for us to talk about
Whatever we had once was gone
So I turned my cab into the driveway
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns
And she said we must get together
But I knew it’d never be arranged
And she handed me twenty dollars
For a two fifty fare, she said
“Harry, keep the change”
Well, another man might have been angry
And another man might have been hurt
But another man never would have let her go
I stashed the bill in my shirt
And she walked away in silence
It’s strange, how you never know
But we’d both gotten what we’d asked for
Such a long, long time ago
You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
I took off for the sky
And here, she’s acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I’m flying in my taxi
Taking tips, and getting stoned
I go flying so high, when I’m stoned

Written for Song Lyric Sunday theme Tom/Dick/Harry,

Four Sisters

Bee Bee, Cee Cee, Di Di and Gi Gi all stepped into this gobbledygook on the way home from school one day.  Bee Bee who was the oldest of the quadruplets by 4 minutes over Cee Cee, by 8 minutes over Di Di and by 20 minutes over Gi Gi told her sisters to make sure that they wiped their feet before going into the house to prevent the gobbledygook from getting all over everything.  Their mother Anna was told that she was having triplets and Gi Gi was a real surprise, anyway the other girls said, “Bee Bee you are not our mother.”  Cee Cee, Di Di were happy with their names and they hoped that this turned into their bra sizes when they grew up, however Bee Bee was a little disappointed and Gi Gi always said, “No fucking way.”

The girls all struggled to get the gobbledygook off of their shoes, so they left them on the front steps and went inside their house barefoot.  Bee Bee went upstairs saying that she had to write a story for her Literature class and her sisters all said that thy knew she was just going to read some romance gobbledygook which she loved.  Cee Cee asked Di Di if she wanted to do their Math homework together, as she was having trouble understanding all of that gobbledygook involved in those quadratic equations.  Di Di laughed at her sister and said that since she was a quadruplet that she should not be having any problem with quadratic equations.  Gi Gi looked into the mirror and told herself, “Take a deep breath, just relax, there is no fucking way that is ever going to happen to me.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – gobbledygook.

Three Amigos

Dusty Bottoms (Chevy Chase), Lucky Day (Steve Martin) and Ned Nederlander (Martin Short) went into a bar where they met a Rabi, a Priest and a Kung Fu master, sorry that is all I got. Wait this is better, the White House removed the core of its Ukraine policy team in the spring and replaced it with the three amigos, Gordon Sondland, Kurt Volker and Rick Perry, because they were considered more reliable for the plan to pressure Kyiv into investigating former Vice President Joe Biden. So, the three amigos walked into a bar and they were hoping to spy on Hunter Biden, but in comes Trump’s personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani and he said, “Don’t worry as Trump will be loyal to all of us”, just as peeping Tom, Dick Cheney and Prince Harry arrived.

My cousin was born as Richard, but everybody called him Dick.  Last week we went with the fairly normal prompt of Bottom/End/Middle/Side/Top, but this week we have something much more different.  Look for songs that are written or sung by someone named Tom/Dick/Harry or a song that includes one of these names in the lyrics.  We are all here to have some more fun and listen to some enjoyable music.  Take some time to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this music challenge, as you will probably find many enjoyable songs.  Share your music with others and post a video, try do some research and let everyone know something about the song that you post.  Show the lyrics, but most important, make sure that you have fun.  Try to find a song that fits the prompt, then write your post and create a pingback, or you can just place your link in the comments section.

Here are the “rules”:
• Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not. If it does not fit, then please explain why you chose this song.
• Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
• Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
• Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
• Ping back to this post or place your link in the comments section below.
• Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
• Feel free to suggest future prompts.
• Have fun and enjoy the music.

I am writing about the Harry Chapin song ‘Taxi’ this week.  Next week I will be writing about the duet ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ by Elton John & Kiki Dee.  The upcoming prompts will be:
January 26, 2020 – Duets
February 2, 2020 – Babe/Cutie/Doll/Honey/Sweetie
February 9, 2020 – I/Me/Them/Us/You/We
February 16, 2020 – Come/Go/Leave/Stay

The Jungle

Never ending story of The Jungle started by Teresa Grabs….
Sweat dripped from the tip of Matthew’s nose as he paused under a kapok tree, scanning the thick jungle floor for ants. He didn’t want to go through that experience again.
“Come along, Mr. Howard,” the guide called, waving his arms. “Camp is just a few more kilometers.”
Matthew sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve. Go find yourself, they said. Travel the world, they said. You’ll have a great time, they said. He groaned as a howler monkey sounded in the distance setting off a cacophony. Sudden movement by his foot startled him. “What in the devil is that?”
Crawling out from under a large fern, a small creature with long brown and white fur paused and looked up at Matthew.
“Hey, Carlos!” He waited for a response. “Carlos! Guide! Hey!” No response. The jungle that engulfed him had suddenly become very quiet. Nothing stirred except his imagination and growing concern that he was now lost in the rain forest, surely to be eaten by a stray jaguar or wayward tiger. “This isn’t a movie, man.” He chuckled and glanced back toward the ground where the creature was only to gasp when he saw …

Sadje continued
when he saw that it had grown quite a bit in that short time. It was looking inquiringly at him. It’s large anime type eyes giving him the feeling as if it was understanding what was going through Mathew’s mind at that moment. Mathew started to feel as if he was in a dream world. It cannot happen in real life, he thought. This is a jungle, not a Hollywood movie set. Just then the creature started blinking its eyes in a rapid, Morse code-like manner while pointing towards a clearing in the vegetation. “What the hell!” He thought and started following the creature. The guide was nowhere to be seen anyway.
In a while, they reached a circular clearing in the jungle, over-hung with thick rope-like tree vines. The creature gestured with its eyes and limbs for Mathew to climb up the tree, using one of the vines. When he reached the thick branches, he found a platform had been built there and more of the creatures roaming about there.
Tentatively he landed on the platform testing its strength. It felt solid enough to bear his weight. Mathew was not sure that he was in a dream or reality and made another crazy decision.
Using gestures and simple words he asked his new guide what was happening and where he was. To his intense astonishment……..

Melanie’s bit
….astonishment the being spoke in crisp English tones. “You are in a place. A place of sights and sounds…” the being recited the entire opening spiel to “Twilight Zone” (the retro TV version with Rod Serling). Matthew stared and wondered about the efficacy of that sketchy burrito he’d had for lunch. It was all the economy fare airline offered and he had been hungry, but really? What had they laced that thing with? A little LSD? The striped creature’s eyes boggled. It shook its head, a little sadly. He could almost hear it thinking “What a sad thing man is. No trust. No imagination..” Maybe this WAS the ‘Twilight Zone’. Except with humidity. And a lot of lush plant life.
Matthew started for the vine ladder to exit this surreal castle in the sky. The brown and white furry creature with the googly eyes moved swiftly in front of him and the rest of the herd (?) surrounded him in a tightly knit circle. They all shook their heads in a NO! gesture. Synchronized. Matthew almost expected them to leap into an intricate ballet and Esther Williams to appear, water dancing her way …………….
Matthew shook his head vigorously, causing a small ripple of dismay in the creatures and a widening of the tight circle that surrounded him. “Okay then, I’ll stay!” he exclaimed, “But you have to tell me WHAT YOU WANT! Can you take me to your leader at least?!” The beasts/creatures all pointed at the first googly eye that Matthew had encountered. It smiled, which was creepy, given it had a snout instead of a mouth exactly… There was a loud CRASH and all the heads turned (in synchronized motion obviously)…Matthew leapt up and turned around rapidly to see…

This is where Di picked up the story………….
a huge hand snaking into the tree top from above where he and his new companions were situated.
The creatures bolted leaving him alone to face the music. Those searching fingertips were getting dangerously close.
Matthew had no weapons and did the only thing he could think of when the hand closed around him.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could and brought his teeth down hard.
The bellow was like nothing he had ever heard in his life as he was immediately released. He slid awkwardly down the vine to the relative safety of the jungle floor and out of reach, even if it was only likely to be temporary.
He had an audience as he tried to catch his breath and slow his rampant heartbeat. The creatures stood in awe and started to bow at their saviour, chanting something which he hoped was his name in their native language.
Matthew was both embarrassed and pleased at his new status, but knew there was more to this scenario than met the eye. His jaw hurt and he could taste blood, but wasn’t sure if he’d jarred a tooth loose or it was that of the hand he’d bitten. Either way his head started to spin and he felt himself falling.
The creatures gathered around him and before he knew it, he was lifted up on hundreds of shoulders like some kind of Gulliver and carried further into the jungle where…………………

Now it became my turn…..
the googly eyed creatures placed Matthew on a fire ant mound and told him that if he could spend the night there that they would follow him forever. Matthew said, “I am not looking for any stinking followers and how the hell did I get talked into visiting the jungle. I feel like John McClane when he went out to the coast to have a good time and he ran into Hans Gruber. I feel like Indiana Jones when he was thrown into that pit with all the snakes and I told Carlos that I hate ants and fire ants are the worst.” Just then Carlos the guide showed up with bug spray and said, “You are a very good sport Mr. Howard, thanks for going along with this and if you have to blame anybody, your brother told me to do this.”
Matthew said, “That dirty rat bastard, I should have known he was pranking me back for what I had done to him in Tahiti last year with those men I paid to dress up like cannibals. I am not done with him yet and revenge is a dish best served cold, so I will get back at him no matter how long it takes and he will regret ever messing with me. Carlos, did you bring any ointment with you for the fire ant bites?” Carlos said, “Yes but while it will help with your itching, it also contains fermions that attract wild monkeys.” Matthew said, “Just give it to me” and then…..

I will see if Paula Light wants to continue the story from here.