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"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.



Friday, June 09, 2017

Wild World



... feeling a little peculiaarrr...
WHAT'S GOING ON???!!!

Yes, that about sums it up on certain nights... and days... of this wordly ride!

Note: I see from the comments that it was on a recently cancelled, and much bereaved, Netflix program, or from some He Man meme. But, I just hear it on the radio now and then, and it always caught my attention. Finally sat down and youtubed it!

Twenty-five years and my life is still 
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope 
For a destination

And I realized quickly 
When I knew I should 
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of men 
For whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes 
When I'm lying in bed 
Just to get it all out 
What's in my head 
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning 
And I step outside 
And I take a deep breath and I get real high 
And I scream at the top of my lungs 
WHAT'S GOING ON???

And I say, hey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey 
I said Hey! What's going on?
And I say hey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey 
I said HEY!!! WHAT'S GOING ON???
Ooh, ooh, ooh

And I try, oh my God, do I try 
I try all the time, in this institution 
And I pray, oh my God, do I pray 
I pray every single day 
For a revolution

Twenty-five years and my life is still 
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope 
For a destination
by Linda Perry
What's Up? © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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