Overheard at the Counter: Dualities - Ever So Lonely/Within You Without You

I was listening today to Sheila Chandra's "Ever So Lonely/Eyes/Ocean" and as she was singing, I

suddenly heard the opening strains of The Beatles "Within You Without You" in my head.

 So, I began to play both songs at the same time, and they are in the same key and they fit and there should be a montage made by someone who truly knows how to mix songs ... any one out there up to the task?

Song of the Day: Dropkick Murphys "Going Out in Style"

DROPKICK MURPHYS

"Going Out In Style"

(feat. Fat Mike, Chris Cheney and Lenny Clarke)

I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles

Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles

I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies

And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?

Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared

You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door

Side by side with sister barbara, chief wells and bobby orr

I'd invite the flannigans

Replace the window you smashed out

I'd apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch

I'll see mrs. mcauliffe and so many others soon

Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?

He'd tell you to get a permit

Well this time tom I don't think so

It's a neighborhood reunion

But now we'd get along

Van Morrison would be there and he'd sang me one last song

With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night

Three handsome four string troubadours and Newton's old Fat Mike

I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz

But there's a backup in the bathroom 'cause the badger's got the shits

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Make me up dress me up, feed me a big old shot

Of embalming fluid highballs so i don't start to rot

Now take me to Mcgreevy's, i wanna buy one final round

What cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket

Then hurry up and suck 'em down

If there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door

Maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score

You've got the bed already

And nerve and courage too

Cause i've been slugging from a stash of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Spread all my ashes about

Dump the sucker out

Toast me for a while

I'm going out in style

Overheard at Table 5: Poem of the Day

MR
2014-0417

Poem of the Day:

Once

Once,

we floundered, and then our love

was this dead thing, that we dissected

with a pair of pruning hooks on the

floor of the shed out back behind the house.

we did it quietly,

so the neighbors could not hear us over the garden wall,

burying the pieces in various spots in the yard:

under the flower bed,

in the potted plant,

and one tiny shard that I crushed into the soft earth

moistened by the slow constant drip from the

outside faucet that I never could get around to fixing.

then, the next day, we walked out the front

door and you went to the bus station and

I took the car into the city

and no one was ever the wiser.

for Song of the Day

Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks

"Orange Crate Art"