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woody with a view
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how do you feel about dying?
now that i've got you.....
when you are listening to your jamms, and a funky song cycles thru your song list, how do all ya'lls feel when a particularly poignant song comes up
regarding your last days? my grandma died in late july at the age of 89 and she was like my mother (you gotta ask me some time!).
so, what i want to know is, do you get a kick out a song that opens the floodgate of memories, and reminds you of your younger/better days, or does
the mere mention of your dearly deceased make you too sad to function?
my wife reminds me often that i'm weird. but i was watching the farm aid 2008 and really got my brain around john mellencamp's version of, "if i die
sudden", among all of the other stuff.
here's the lyrics...............
If I die sudden
Please don't tell anyone
There ain't nobody that needs to know
That I'm gone
Just put me in a pine box
Six feet underground
Don't be calling no minister
I don't need one around
Well my grandma she told me
She'd be waiting at the gate
She said that the fix was in
And that she's already prayed
And the rest of my family
Will be waiting there for me too
They'd already taken care of my sins
And there's was nothing for me to do
I got a little bit of money
Some papers you might want to see
I got a house down in Georgia
But let's keep this brief
I'm not afraid of dying
This life's been right to me
I got a whole bunch more than I deserve
And now I will be free
Yeah now I will be free
So If I die sudden
Don't tell anyone
There ain't nobody that needs to know
That I'm gone
Just put me in a pine box
Six feet underground
And don't be calling no minister
I don't need one around
I don't need no preacher around
I LOVE AND MISS YOU, GRANNY! POR SIEMPRE, ABUELITA !
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windgrrl
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These are from previous postings, but fit with what I'd like to think what is waiting in the beyond in just a few of my tunes that remind me of my
happy place:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4qSs8frMEg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hf6vslOCizA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S03kXJyi8iQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkVIdWP60TM
Dreaming in Mexican,
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When the way comes to an end, then change. Having changed, you pass through.
~ I-Ching
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Oso
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Sometimes I worry about this board dying...
All my childhood I wanted to be older. Now I\'m older and this chitn sucks.
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CaboRon
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Oso
Sometimes I worry about this board dying... |
Everything dies ....
It is the Circle of Life ....
CaboRon
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Pescador
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John Prine did it the best when he did this song.
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh, what a feeling when my sould went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did rise
When I got there they did say, John it happened this -a-way
You slipped upon the floor and hit your head
And all the angels say just before you passed away
These are the very last words that you said
(Chorus) Please don't bury me down in the cold cold ground
No, I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all around
throw my brains in a hurricane, and the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer,
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get them out 'a here
Venus de Milo can have my arms, Look out Ive got your nose
Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to Rose
(Chorus)
Give my feet to the foot-loose, carelsss, fancy-Free
Give my knees to the needy, don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walkin cane, its a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south, and kiss my ass goodbye.
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woody with a view
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thanks, pescador
just the kinda groove i'm looking for..............
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stimbo
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Here's a Grateful Dead song that I've always liked. Sorry about your gram' ....
Black Peter
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
Say "the weather down here so fine"
Just then the wind came squalling through the door
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand
Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground
See here how everything
Lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day
That's ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun going down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around, come around
The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be as poor as me (note 3)
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Now let's come run and see
Run and see
Run and see
Run, run and see, and see
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bajaguy
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From a song by Joe Diffie:
Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Just make your next selection and while your still iin line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time
Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Oh prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
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stimbo
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And here's a good number from Coldplay. It was written for Johnny Cash originally... but he died too soon to perform. Like most lyrics, you need the
melody as well. Down load from iTunes....
Lyrics to 'Til Kingdom Come :
One... two...
Steal my heart... and hold my tongue
I feel my time... my time has come
Let me in... unlock the door
I never felt this way before
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come
Hold my head... inside your hands
I need someone... who understands
I need someone... someone who hears
For you I've waited all these years
For you I'd wait... 'Til Kingdom Come
Until my day... my day is done
and say you'll come... and set me free
just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
In your tears... and in your blood
In your fire... and in your flood
I hear you laugh... I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I've become
For you I'd wait... 'Til kingdom come
Until my days... my days are done
Say you'll come... and set me free
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
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CortezBlue
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"With every step and every breath, your further from youth and closer to death!"
-Gino Vanelli
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Sallysouth
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Well Woody, Actually that exact thought has been on my mind recently.Sorry about your Granny.I lost my Mom a few months ago, and she and I were
really close, me being her only daughter, and she was a Baja pioneer also!She was only 80.Yeah, some songs and memories are very difficult for me
still.My Dad and I have been digging out old pics of Mom and her life.It's good to remember, but the hole is still there. Sarah Mc Laughlin sings the
song "will you remember me?" and it always yanks the heartstrings.
Happiness is just a Baja memory away...
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The Sculpin
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I have always had an affinity for this song...kinda helps when things aren't going the way they are supposed to.....not quite on point, Woody, but
it's the same kind of feeling......
Heroin
Lou Reed
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm goin to try for the kingdom if I can
'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus son
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I have made very big decision
I'm goin to try to nullify my life
'cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the droppers neck
When I'm closing in on death
You can't help me not you guys
All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
I put on a sailors suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess I just don't know
Oh, and I guess I just don't know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead
When the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
About all the jim-jims in this town
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all of the politicians makin crazy sounds
All the dead bodies piled up in mounds, yeah
Wow, that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Yeah, the gods good as dead
Ooohhh, God that I'm not aware
I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know
[Edited on 9-23-2008 by The Sculpin]
Whoa there, Cowboy - pull back on those reins!
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BornFisher
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Yeah. I put a few old dogs down and cried listening to the Sons` singing "The Last Roundup".
I think I`ll have `em play that one for my wake!!!
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fishbuck
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Not anywhere near as good as I feel about living
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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bajadogs
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I was walkin' down the street on a sunny day
G C
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
C D
A feeling in my bones that I'll have my way
G C
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
CHORUS:
F
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
C
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
D G G7
Oh ain't it good when things are going your way, hey hey?
My little dog spot got hit by a car
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Put his guts in a box and put him in a drawer
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
CHORUS
I forgot all about it for a month and a half
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
I looked in the drawer and started to laugh
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
CHORUS
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Paulina
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Bajadogs,
I first heard that song on my friend's tape recorder while camping at El Faro beach in Ensenada. It aways makes me smile and remember good times.
Here's my addition to this thread:
This exact version is to be played at my funeral celebration:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5neuWiAlpm4
Then everyone should know this folk song for a sing along:
Red River Valley
arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie
From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile
CHORUS:
Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true
I've been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish
For they say you are gong away
Do you think of the valley you're leaving
O how lonely and how dreary it will be
And do you think of the kind hearts you're breaking
And the pain you are causing to me
CHORUS
They will bury me where you have wandered
Near the hills where the daffodils grow
When you're gone from the Red River Valley
For I can't live without you I know
I know it's morose, but since we are talking about death, it's important to have all your ducks in a row before traveling in Baja, including a signed
medical power of attorney and contact info for someone stateside.
We usually don't know when it's going to be our turn, so it never hurts to be prepared.
P<*)))>{
\"Well behaved women rarely make history.\" Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
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Osprey
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Life After Life
Gerald Francis was killed instantly. He had lived a full forty one years. His life ended suddenly, tragically when his small private plane hit the
ground at almost 300 MPH. Before you mourn for this stranger I will inform you that he had been a good Christian, a practicing Catholic and his soul
went right to heaven, as promised, the very instant his heart stopped pumping.
His mother, Bernice Francis, had died four months before Gerald’s sudden departure. She had been in poor health for a very long time and finally
succumbed to the cancer that had invaded her intestinal organs. Gerald was by her side when she passed away. It saddened him to see her wasting away
and he was somehow relieved to know she was on her way to the Great Reward Beyond.
When Gerald popped into heaven there were no pearly gates, just tree lined paths and a few pedestrians. He singled out a man near the side of the
path.
“Hi, I’m Gerald Francis. I just got here. I need to find my Mom. Do you know who might know, where I can ask?”
The tall, thin man said “Maybe I can help. What’s her full name? I need her age, her date of birth and when and where she died.”
After Gerald did the math on her birth date he gave the man the information he requested.
“She’s down that way. Just keep walking down this pathway in that direction. You’ll see lots of big buildings. Look for the hospital. She’s in
the hospital.”
“Hospital? There are hospitals here? Here in heaven? Why would there be hospitals?”
The thin one spoke “She was sick. She died of her sickness, she needs care.”
“When she died, when she got here, didn’t God make her whole again, make her young and healthy, like she was when she was just a girl?”
“God promised Everlasting Life. He didn’t promise that one could relive the life they had. What kind of menu would you supply for Eternity? Would
you like God to reform your mother to suit your picture of her as young, healthy and happy? How about her picture of that? Perhaps you would like
God to make her prettier, smarter than she was. Would you like her taller, straighter teeth perhaps? If a newborn baby dies, how would you like the
child to spend Eternity? As a teen, an old man or as a babe? Your mother will live forever. Is that not enough?”
An old man using a walker passed close to the two men and addressed himself to Gerald.
“You didn’t think it through did you? The heaven thing, the Everlasting Life thing, you didn’t give it a lot of thought did you? Well, neither did
I. Practically wore out my old knees trying to make sure I got here. Don’t know if I thought I’d be playing basketball or running or what but I
didn’t expect this. I just didn’t think it through.”
Gerald address the tall one “What about my soul, my Mom’s soul?”
“You are your soul. It’s your essence, your body is a home for, a storage place, a transport vehicle for your spiritual essence. Would you rather
not have a body? Would you rather spend eternity as an amorphous vapor of spiritual energy, drifting among the heavenly clouds, unseen and unseeing?
I think not. Life after death should mimic corporeal life.”
“Who are you? How do you know all this? What’s your name?”
The tall man speaks “I’m what you call an angel. My name is Gabe.”
“Were you ever alive?”
“I was, I am, in the hearts and minds of every believer.”
Gerald grows bolder “Well, this was not what I expected. A feel cheated, I....”
“Measure your words Gerald. I know you. I know your history, the depth and breadth of your religiosity, your spiritual successes and failures, your
immorality, your occasional inhumanity. Gerald, you are very lucky to be here. You are here because of your mother. Her love for you is complete,
almost Devine. Her reward is not complete without you by her side. The mechanic for your airplane, Bob Stoltz, Jr. was having a bad day and replaced
your gas lines with those having a larger diameter. Nothing remains of the lines to bring the FAA investigators back to him for questioning.
Think of it like this: it could have gone the other way.
Chalk it up to, your mother needs you.”
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Terry28
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Dying?? It's not on my to do list!!
Mexico!! Where two can live as cheaply as one.....but it costs twice as much.....
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Cypress
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Ain't no big thang! Everybody does it!
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Wiles
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| Quote: | Originally posted by fishbuck
Not anywhere near as good as I feel about living |
Oh if we could all just be............forever young.
Bob Dylan Forever Young lyrics
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
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