My Special Guest tonight is…

Eminem and Without Me

WARNING – Bad Language, Bad Attitude and I love it!!

Without Me

Obie Trice
Real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who’s back, back again
Shady’s JC’s back, tell a friend
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back?

I’ve created a monster, ’cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more

They want Shady, I’m chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I’ll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I’m not cooperating
When I’m rocking the table while he’s operating “Hey”
You waited this long to stop debating
‘Cause I’m back, I’m on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband’s heart problem is complicating
So the F-C-C won’t let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready ’cause this shit is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, “Fuck you, Debbie!”

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
‘Til someone comes along on a mission and yells “bitch”
A visionary, vision is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin’ the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it’s a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
Well I’m back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I’m gonna enter in endin’ up
Under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I’m interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
“Testing attention please”
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here’s my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

A-tiskit a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who’s talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow me
You don’t know me, you’re too old, let it go its over
Nobody listens to Techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I’ve been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I’m disgusting
But it’s just me I’m just obscene
Though I’m not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
Hey, there’s a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

Kids!

Songwriters: Anne Jennifer Dudley / Jeffrey Irwin Bass / Kevin Dean Bell / Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren / Marshall B Mathers / Trevor Charles Horn

A Nations Anthem

daffodils(I wrote this over a year ago when I first started and my ‘health’ got in the way before I published it. Not this time!!)

I thought it be nice to celebrate my patron saints day; St David. So by way of my Special Guest Post, I present to you the Welsh National Anthem. This was written and composed by a Welsh father and son duo, Evan and James James (yip, you read it right) back in 1856. It’s original name was Glan Rhondda.

Some of you will know this anthem from the many concerts and sporting events that it’s played at, for those of you who don’t have a listen over on YouTube. I have also included the very loose English Translation. Please don’t ask me what I mean by ‘very loose’ as I’m no Welsh Teacher and it would probable take a whole first year in school to explain.

Suffice to say, we’ve replaced the letters K, Q, V, X and Z and added two extra’s to make a 28 letter alphabet.

Enjoy!

Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,

Fathers of the old country dearest to me,

Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;

A country of poets and singers, renowned celebrities;

Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad,

Her courageous warriors, patriotic people,

Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

For freedom they lost their blood.


(Chorus)

Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i’m gwlad.

Country, country, favourable to my country.

Tra môr yn fur i’r bur hoff bau,

Through sea is a wall of the best favorite,

O bydded i’r hen iaith barhau.

O may the old language continue.


Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,

The ancient mountainous Wales, paradise of the poet,

Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i’m golwg sydd hardd;

Every valley, every cliff, to my sight is beautiful;

Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si

Through a patriotic feeling, it is so charming

Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi.

Its streams, rivers, for me.


(Chorus)


Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,

If the enemy raiseth my country to his feet,

Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,

The old language of the Welsh is as live as ever,

Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,

The dread was not dreadfully horrible,

Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.

Not the berry of my country.

 

 

My Special Guest tonight is…

Helen Hunt Jackson and New Year’s Morning

Mrs Jackson was born in 1830 in Massachusetts. An American poet and writer, she became an activist on behalf of improved treatment of Native Americans by the United States government.

The first book wrote and published under her own name was called ‘A Century of Dishonor’, condemning state and federal Indian policies. She recounted a history of broken treaties and called for significant reform in government policy towards them.

As this is my first guest appearance of the New Year it had to of course be New Year related, so during my search, which I must say seemed difficult, I found this lovely verse. It says a lot about out with the old and in with the new.

New Year’s Morning

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife.”

Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

My Special Guest tonight is…

Clement Clarke Moore and A Visit from St. Nicholas.

How can you not love this. I’m sure it warms the cockles of every heart and if it doesn’t then… BAH Humbug on you !!!

Until I did my homework I always thought it was called “The Night Before Christmas” some also call it “T’was the Night Before Christmas” from its first line. Whatever you call it it’s brilliant. Everything a Christmas poem should be and more.

Digging deeper though it seems there’s a little scandal behind it. It was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who claimed authorship in 1837. Some commentators now believe the poem was written by Henry Livingston Junior, (Oww Err Mrs). Well whoever wrote it… Bravo!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

A Visit from St. Nicholas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

 

And mamma in her ‘kerchief’, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

 

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

 

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

 

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

 

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

 

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

 

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

 

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too —

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

 

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

 

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

 

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

 

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

 

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 

Image from Pixabay, Modified by JRFC

My Special Guest tonight is…

Christina Rossetti and In the Bleak Mid Winter

So I love the song with the same title but it turns out that this poem, which I’ve actually tried to read with the tune but doesn’t quite work, was written long before the song. Huh who would have known.

Christina Georgina Rossetti born in England in 1830 wrote a variety or poems but was famous for the Goblin Market and Remember. She also wrote the words of two Christmas carols well known in the British Isles: This one, first published as ‘A Christmas Carol’ and Love Came Down at Christmas.

By the way, if you get a chance to read the Goblin Market; do it. I almost posted it for Halloween but it is a very long piece and I just didn’t think it suited at the time.

So, sit yourself in front of what ever heat source you have and enjoy.

In the Bleak Mid Winter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

 

Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC