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Margaret Thatcher, Deat at 87

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Margaret Thatcher, who has died aged 87, was a political phenomenon. She was the first woman elected to lead a major western power; the longest serving British prime minister for 150 years; the most dominant and the most divisive force in British politics in the second half of the 20th century. She was also a global figure, a star in the US, a heroine in the former Soviet republics of central Europe, a point of reference for politicians in France, Germany, Italy and Spain.

In Britain, the Thatcher years were a watershed. After them, the ideals of collective effort, full employment and a managed economy – all tarnished by the recurring crises of the 1970s – were discredited in the popular imagination. They were replaced with the politics of me and mine, deregulation of the markets and privatisation of the state's assets that echoed growing individual prosperity.



Tramp the Dirt Down


by Elvis Costello



I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young childs
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that childs lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When england was the whore of the world
Margeret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isnt
Haunted by every tiny detail
Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because youve only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

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Easy to Slip, performed by Little Feat

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Lyrics by Lowell George



It's so easy to slip
It's so easy to fall
And let your memory drift
And do nothin' at all
All the love that you missed
All the people that you can't recall
Do they really exist at all

Well my whole world seems so cold today
All the magics's gone away
And our time together melts away
Like the sad melody I play

Well I don't want to drift forever
In the shadow of your leaving me
So I'll light another cigarette
And try to remember to forget

It's so easy to slip
It's so easy to fall
And let your memory drift
And do nothin' at all
All the love that you missed
All the people that you can't recall
Do they really exist at all

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Ithaca

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When the harsh voices of the country you despise offend your ears, you are overcome with astonishment: what more is expected of you? Have you not paid your debt in full? Exile has turned you into a completely different being, who has nothing to do with the one your fellow countrymen once knew: their law is no longer your law: their justice is no longer your justice: no one awaits you in Ithaca: as anonymous as any passing stranger, you will visit your own dwelling and dogs will bark at your heels...
...you are the king of your own realm and your sovereignity extends to the furthest reaches of the desert... you will make camp in their garbage dumps and refuse heaps as you carefully sharpen the razor with which one day you will render your own brand of justice: yours is the freedom of the pariah, and you will not turn back

you will avidly embrace your magnificent anomaly



Juan Goytisolo
Juan the Landless
1975

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The way I feel...

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The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Marianne Faithful



The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd...

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Music Videos in this blog

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If any of these videos have expired, please let me know. I can usually update them.

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Little Feat w/ Lowell George - Easy to Slip
Bela Fleck and the Flecktones - Sinister Minister
Gin Blossoms - Follow You Down
Elvis Costello, with the Imposters, hosting the David Letterman Show - What's so Funny About Peace, Love and Understanding?
Townes Van Zandt - Pancho and Lefty
Robert Plant with Fairport Convention - Battle for Evermore
Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia
Los Lobos - Kiko and the Lavender Moon
Hellecasters - Orange Blossom Special
Lucinda Williams - Passionate Kisses
Richard Thompson - Genesis Hall, 52 Vincent Black Lightning, Waltzing's For Dreamers, A Heart Needs a Home with Linda Thompson, and Heartbreak Hotel, with John Cale (Velvet Underground) and Shawn Colvin
Joe Ely - Fightin' for My Life
Emmylou Harris & Nash Ramblers - Other Side of Life
Marianne Faithful - The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Snakefinger (Philip Lithman) - There's No Justice in Life
Tom Waits - You are Innocent When You Dream, Tom Traubert's Blues
Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights, Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)
Gov't Mule w/the Dirty Dozen Brass Band Horns - Chameleon
Residents - Teddy Bear
Kirsty MacColl - Don't Come the Cowboy With Me, Sonny Jim (updated), and In These Shoes?
Nick Drake - Northern Sky
The Pogues - Dirty Old Town (written by Kirsty MacColl's father, Ewan MacColl), and Fairytale Of New York (with Kirsty MacColl)

Istanbul

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Some quaint & interesting Christmas traditions from around the World: "Santa is No Longer an Anagram"

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The Santa Claus tradition goes back to the fourth century Nicholas of Myrna, a bishop in what is now Turkey, who is the patron saint of children. That is why Samichlaus is often dressed as a bishop, complete with mitre and staff, and doesn’t always wear red. He does, however, have a white beard.

Santa Claus, wearing his red and white cape, is more of a marketing instrument from the United States – even if his origins go back to St Nicholas.

A Swiss Vigilante Santa: Have a Merry Schmutzli!

What is most interesting about this tradition is the fact that it actually give children something to fear at Christmas. No longer is the classic taunt “Santas’ watching” applicable, the phrase “Schmutzli is watching” has far more fear behind it, and only rightly so, the black faced nemesis is associated with stealing children, carries a broom of sticks with which to hit misbehaving children and is even called Père Fouettard or Father ‘Whip’ in the French speaking part of Switzerland.

Local teenagers have even been known to dress up as groups of Schmutzli’s and go around implementing their own style of vigilante Christmas justice on younger children.

One Christmas song can add a new verse:

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Schmutzli is coming to town

He’s got a stick, And he’ll whip you twice;
It doesn’t matter if you’re naughty or nice
Schmutzli is coming to town



Sounds like excellent incentive for good behavior from children to me.

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OK. The part where Santa is no longer an anagram:

Krampusnacht

Krampus is the dark companion of St. Nicholas, the traditional European winter gift-bringer who rewards good children each year on December 6. The kindly old Saint leaves the task of punishing bad children to a hell-bound counterpart The Horned Devil, also known as Krampusknown by many names across the continent — Knecht Ruprecht, Certa, Perchten, Black Peter, Schmutzli, Pelznickel, Klaubauf, and Krampus. Usually seen as a classic devil with horns, cloven hooves and monstrous tongue, but can also be spotted as a sinister gentleman dressed in black or a hairy man-beast. Krampus punishes the naughty children, swatting them with switches and rusty chains before dragging them in baskets to a fiery place below.



Snow in Portland!

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It wasn't a whole lot, and it melted pretty quick, but... YAA-aaY!

This one was taken from the porch in my stocking feet.

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