Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

I saw a taped performance where he wore a two foot high stetson hat. As he finished his last song he bowed and took off his hat, his hair was a solid two feet high cylinder! LOL

But but but...Where's the Rick?

Sometimes the simplest truths evade us.
like small fish darting about in a pond

How could I have not noticed them before you made mention of them and gave life to the entire pond?

This woman met a very hard life head on and left it lying in the dust.
This song might easily serve as a marker, a place of change
for all of us.



It seems to me that each of at some point must look upon who we are. The sudden realization that are not who we thought we were sends most running.
("pack it away in a suitcase.")

But we only grow weary of running and the world has become full of mirrors, after just a glimpse seen accidentally, we now see ourselves wanting in nearly every situation of our lives.

at some point it becomes intolerable and kicking and screaming we are brought to the realization that we must Change if we are to become who we really are.
For to be other than who we really our is to be falling from grace.

This song is about standing in the middle of the crisis. How many times can I pack the truth of me away before I lose the chance to be me?,
This is usually the last question one asks before one is finally able to form a resolute and determined will and change actually sets in.":O

This whole process is continuously unfolding in every life. Leading Kiraguard to comment:

"The spiritual life is always in crisis."

Brand spanking new,to me
(I may be the very last person to actually say that.)

I have rarely if ever seen such RAW unfiltered intensity of emotion. A woman becoming unglued by a betrayal she simply can not comprehend. This isn't a fun song, this is a mental break down, Someone trying to shed themselves of unbearable pain.




When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak
I had my balls and my brains put into a vise
And twisted around for a whole fucking week
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favor, don't put me in the dark
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine, all your jewels
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools
Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid
Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh
You just tore all our kisses right in half
Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her **** in my bed
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did?
Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch
The whole room was swirling
Her lips were still curling
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do it, she said
Why'd you do what you did?
Big, gray mother, I love you forever
With your barbed-wire pussy and your good and bad weather
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)
(Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?)

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.

I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.

The Cowgirl art is mind blowing

I would rather say it's because horses respond to kindness.

From her first alubum...