My Vinyl Tune Wedgie: Al Green’s “Your Love Is Like The Morning Sun”

In my insanely contemporary musical Disc jockey mind, this “tune wedgie” appears most mornings while I try to make breakfast, wake-up and convince myself that I have a purpose in life to move on towards. Yes, it is lonely like that unless I am strengthened via prayer.

The lyric, “Its me that’s missing your love, and I….” repeats most often.

You are listening to vintage Al Green from 1973 “Call Me” album, with a song of unrequited yet reciprocal love that endures because every day the dawn will happen with a renewed chance for healing romance. I always appreciated how during his vamp-to-fade, he listed his previous, at that time, hit song’s names, lol.

This light-listen and “B-side” selection garnered major market airplay and herein is dedicated sometimes to the Ukrainian lady I thought I’d be married to by now, Inna-Nina. I blame myself for not being able to raise enough money to import her to the USA ahead of the Russian intervention and her mother’s cancer diagnosis in the spring of 2014.
This is likely the sad climax conclusion for “Cafe` Skype” because something is amiss. I will put it point-blank: If you are my girlfriend or fiancee` and my elderly mother or father becomes ill, I will not push you away or go to a mental clinic for a “breakdown”. To the contrary, I would need you more to lean upon through troubled times – even if five thousand kilometers away via a five year relationship as difficult as that may be – or if it honestly will not work anymore and I have a person in the same area of the opposite sex (maybe a past schoolmate) who fulfills that role, I would tell you. Or maybe that’s just me.
Here is when needs begin to challenge that I am a loyal, faithful man.
Murphy’s law seems to stalk my female companionship quest…

Tell me what should I do in your comments, please

When Old Ladies Ask You To Help Them Across The Street YOU must Do It!

Ahh, baby, look what ya done for me as we lovingly transition into 2014…

 

 

Dateline, Christmas Eve, 2013…I am not sure why in the past two days two  elderly  ladies who remind me of my mum, “old ladies” , have asked me to help them across  the street into the Access-A-Ride vehicle, but I accept the assignment succinctly at the time it happens as the Heavenly Father accepts my prayers.

 

 

This isn’t just because you’ve given me everything, “Look What Ya done for me” but this song is an all-time favorite and I had to write something about these elderly women who came into my life out of the “blue” these past two days, to help them because…after-all, they are someone’s mum too! One of them even asked me to carry her purse, a sure sign of trust or “something” (I hesitated at first) because I could have been the type of snook who would have run-off with it!
Classic stuff from the brain that is my musical mind. “Aww, Baby, look what ya done for me…”
But it is not just about or as simple as that as you the regular reader of this blog already know!

Full Easter Moon Effect

I commute
You are cute.
“Toot-Toot!”
Yet abhor
Lack of success.
In a picture,
I digress;
Love you on the beach,
In that red dress!

Stay inside,
Someday in I’ll slide.
Then again I awake while commuting,
From my dream;
I come in pants,
Silently scream.
To work I quake and settle into it.
Close my eyes,
Thinking of you;
For over ninety minutes daily when I
Ride the subway metro.

I plan our dream;
Plot this is no bullshit scheme!
Our future is now.
And Holy Cow!
I sit in a seat like this!

Imagine me sitting here with you!
Oh, so “koo-koo”!
Spring bird calls return;
Now are heard.
I want you to back-up into me,
Until you feel my hard ecstasy.
I want you to back-up your
Ass to me;
Feel the hard head of need;
Tooo crazy now not to succeed.

Back-up, Baby
Back-up to when we met.
Back-up, love,
Never forget;
That you honestly found me,
Then helped me improve my life
Without conditions nor regret.