Famous Blue Raincoat
Tom D
Join the queue....and welcome to the fold, Paul.
Don't be sorry about feeling better tomorrow...cos the day after it'll
start all over again :o)
There ain't no cure for it.
Seems like a fair few lost souls in lurkatory are coming home of
late....come in. There's only one bed, and the chair has a dead
magazine on it. someone already stands by the window, and a meeting is
taking place in the garrett, the door it opens slowly, but the crack
lets in the light, and it burns oh so brightly for us all to see.
Yikes...have I carved enough? Yup, this child's got a boner!
There *is* humour in LC's songs.
TomD(for dilemma, cos I am at home, and yet I can't be here with this
hard on...how to remove the fingerprints all over it?????!!! -- me
thinks that should be TomD for Drunk...) (and loving it!)
PS: Val? you get a larf outa that one?!?
"Grasshoper" <this...@wr.com.au> wrote:
>Hello all, Only came across this group a couple of days ago and although
>I'm intimidated by the quality of most peoples messages I thought I'd post a
>thought or two.
>
>I've been listening to Famous Blue Raincoat tonight, haven't listened to it
>for a long time. I used to play it constantly 20 years ago while brooding
>over a lost love. Then I couldn't bear to listen to it for years.
>Now its depressing and yet uplifting if that makes any sense.
>I've never told anyone how much I loved her and that I miss her even after
>20 years so I decided to tell all of you instead.
>This is where I should say something deep and meaningful or perhaps quote a
>carefully selected and apt verse or two, but I'm afraid I can't
>I just miss her.
>Sorry, I'll be better tomorrow
>regards to you all
>
>Paul
>
>
Valerie Shertzman
Tom D wrote:
> Ha ha ha ha ....Ah, you poor bastard! You think you're the only one?!!
>
> Join the queue....and welcome to the fold, Paul.
> Don't be sorry about feeling better tomorrow...cos the day after it'll
> start all over again :o)
>
> There ain't no cure for it.
>
> Seems like a fair few lost souls in lurkatory are coming home of
> late....come in. There's only one bed, and the chair has a dead
> magazine on it. someone already stands by the window, and a meeting is
> taking place in the garrett, the door it opens slowly, but the crack
> lets in the light, and it burns oh so brightly for us all to see.
> Yikes...have I carved enough? Yup, this child's got a boner!
>
> There *is* humour in LC's songs.
> TomD(for dilemma, cos I am at home, and yet I can't be here with this
> hard on...how to remove the fingerprints all over it?????!!! -- me
> thinks that should be TomD for Drunk...) (and loving it!)
>
> PS: Val? you get a larf outa that one?!?
>
Well Tom I'm sorry they wern't my fingerprints.
Grasshoper
bar...@worldpath.net
"Grasshoper" <this...@wr.com.au> wrote:
> I've been listening to Famous Blue Raincoat tonight, haven't listened to it
> for a long time. I used to play it constantly 20 years ago while brooding
> over a lost love. Then I couldn't bear to listen to it for years.
> Now its depressing and yet uplifting if that makes any sense.
> I've never told anyone how much I loved her and that I miss her even after
> 20 years so I decided to tell all of you instead.
> This is where I should say something deep and meaningful or perhaps quote a
> carefully selected and apt verse or two, but I'm afraid I can't
> I just miss her.
> Sorry, I'll be better tomorrow
> regards to you all
>
> Paul
Thank you, Paul.
No need to apologize. And I know you'll be better tomorrow.
I'm missing a couple someones myself. You always will.
But as you said: Cohen can transmute the sorrow and allow us
to garner the gifts the person gave, if only for a time. Stay with us.
Barbara
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lm30
Music is therapeutic, Cohen has the magic touch. I've been drinking the
healing waters of Leonard's music for many years, trying to make
something out of life's pains and rejections, loves and hopes ....
I've been there, we've all been there, those moments of biting pain when
the memories flood back.
There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
that. You're some way through the treatment.
Lizzie
Grasshoper
Paul.
bar...@worldpath.net wrote in message <6s0tmv$upn$1...@nnrp1.dejanews.com>...
A.K.
> I've been there, we've all been there, those moments of biting pain when
> the memories flood back.
>
> There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
>
> It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
> that. You're some way through the treatment.
You make me depressed. I though this obsessing over people thing is
something you grow out of when you stop being a teenager. Or at least
when you turn 21. Or 30.
I'll never know I can't have her (or more likely in my case, him).
Because in my short life, I have gotten everything I really wanted.
Sometimes I have had to wait. Sometimes years. Years are much longer
when you are 19. Wehn you are 19, you live in dog years wiating for the
phone to ring or the email to ping.
blessed be
Agnieszka
melia
<scv...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>> TomD(for dilemma, cos I am at home, and yet I can't be here with this
>> hard on...how to remove the fingerprints all over it?????!!! -- me
>> thinks that should be TomD for Drunk...) (and loving it!)
>>
>> PS: Val? you get a larf outa that one?!?
>>
>
>Well Tom I'm sorry they wern't my fingerprints.
Now be patient Valerie, ' it's not dark yet ... but it's getting there.'
Tom and Val , you got me laughing, many times. I still need and WANT it.
In fact I'll take more laughter, anytime, this over the box of chocolates
and the long stemmed rose, also over several other overrated items. Each
burst of laughter releases some of the posttraumatic stress still hiding
in my cells; and laughter is democratic and fun.
Eternally grateful to all wild jokers,
Melia
April Yergin
for everyone else involved.
--
April
lm30 <LM...@le.ac.uk> wrote in article <6s0qa7$c...@falcon.le.ac.uk>...
> Paul
> Music is therapeutic, Cohen has the magic touch. I've been drinking the
> healing waters of Leonard's music for many years, trying to make
> something out of life's pains and rejections, loves and hopes ....
>
> I've been there, we've all been there, those moments of biting pain when
> the memories flood back.
>
> There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
> It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
> that. You're some way through the treatment.
>
> Lizzie
bar...@worldpath.net
> > the memories flood back.
> >
> > There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
> >
> > It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
> > that. You're some way through the treatment.
>
> something you grow out of when you stop being a teenager. Or at least
> when you turn 21. Or 30.
>
> I'll never know I can't have her (or more likely in my case, him).
> Because in my short life, I have gotten everything I really wanted.
> Sometimes I have had to wait. Sometimes years. Years are much longer
> when you are 19. Wehn you are 19, you live in dog years wiating for the
> phone to ring or the email to ping.
>
> blessed be
>
> Agnieszka
Agnieszka, you make me chuckle.
I remember how long the years were at 19. But I guarantee you,
every year they get shorter and shorter. And I hope you continue to
get everything you want, until everything you get is what you want.
It's not so much obsessing over people as it is burning away the non-
essentials to get to the essence, which is Love. For each of us fortunate
enough to experience that emotion, something always remains. Philip Glass
and Laurie Anderson did a song called Forgetting. It goes:
A man wakes up to the sound of rain
From a dream about his lovers
Who pass through his room.
They brush lightly by, these lovers.
They pass. Never touching.
These passing lovers move through his room.
The man is awake now
He can't get to sleep again.
So he repeats these words
Over and over again.
Bravery, Kindness, Clarity
Honesty, Compassion, Generosity
Bravery, Honesty, Dignity
Clarity, Kindness, Compassion.
Each person we love, or are loved by gives to us or evokes in us
some quality of virtue. Nothing is lost.
Warm regards from the country of age,
Barb
JB181159
<ak...@is7.nyu.edu> schreibt:
>You make me depressed. I though this obsessing over people thing is
>something you grow out of when you stop being a teenager. Or at least
>when you turn 21. Or 30.
>I'll never know I can't have her (or more likely in my case, him).
>Because in my short life, I have gotten everything I really wanted.
>Sometimes I have had to wait. Sometimes years. Years are much longer
>when you are 19. Wehn you are 19, you live in dog years wiating for the
>phone to ring or the email to ping.
*** Dear Agnieszka,
when you´re 38 you may sometimes gain the impression to have reached a state,
where you live in mayfly years and the scale of waiting might be divided rather
in decades than years. Besides however the difference is not necessarily all
that promising, compared to what you´re going through now. ;-)))
Admittedly I can gratefully report, that there is a certain state of grace and
comfort, that comes with aging and lightens one or the other burden of heart
distinctively. There´s 2 unmatched warriors, who inescapably associated my
troops synchronously to greying hair and "celluliting" thighs: gallows humour
and humility.
They are prizeless supporters in matters of being entrapped in whatever
obsession. Though they may not help too much to capture whom you really want
but doubtlessly they increase the quality of live, while you´re waiting and
every once in a while they even empower you to cancel one or the other lost
delusion, without breaking into too many pieces ;-)...
All in all however you can gain some familiarity with how a woman might feel
close to menopause by reading the attached rumble (which´s end is all white
lies of course...)
Emergency
Shrink!
I have mind cancer
or emotion cancer,
something like this
and would appreciate
the most effective drug
you have in stock.
Through many chemos I went,
my veins all filled up with poisonous fluids
that promised to ease my pain,
but caused nothing than
nausea of heart and
my soul to go bald!
So many times I operated on my self
all without anesthesia
my sharpened pencil the scalpel
dripping with blood.
I amputated
my king
my man
my tumor
from out of my throbbing self,
the malignant proliferation;
the Beloved.
But would you credit it?
Soon after one postoperative scar
had finally mend rough and ready,
I would suffer another relapse!
Shrink, I´m fed up to the back teeth with it!
I need a prescription
for Celibacy.
Judith
sandym
Growing out of obsessing over people is another one of those traits that
varies from person to person, if it is achieved at all. All sorts of factors
are at play, - see the discussions on painting and writing without words -
and if you expect and work at growing out of it with each personal
dissapointment along the way, you are likely to, sooner or later, probably
sooner.since you arem young and aware of the problems facing you in the future
if you don't. IMO - IT IS ALWAYS OK TO OBSESS OVER LC!!!
In your short life, your parents (I'm assuming you come from at least a one
parent home) have probably seen to it that you got everything you want. When
they (he, she) decides it's time for you to learn independence, maybe after
you finish school and have a job, you will be learning about getting what you
want on your own. I have also achieved many things, enough to say in general
that I get what I want, but some of it has taken me 20-30 years of working on
it and waiting. You will learn about wanting things, or relationships you
can't have, unless you are one of the unbelievably
fortunate fairy tale people who marries their high school sweetheart and lives
happily ever after - and you will learn about rejection. Even if you are
doing the rejecting, and causing the obsessing, you will learn about the
process.
IMO, the joy of getting what you want is doing it independently or with an
intimate partner - then you know you earned it.
Sandy
Please don't think I mean that you have never earned what you want, I'm sure
you have, but much bigger things await you!
A.K. wrote:
> On 26 Aug 1998, lm30 wrote:
>
> > I've been there, we've all been there, those moments of biting pain when
> > the memories flood back.
> >
> > There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
> >
> > It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
> > that. You're some way through the treatment.
>
> You make me depressed. I though this obsessing over people thing is
> something you grow out of when you stop being a teenager. Or at least
> when you turn 21. Or 30.
>
> I'll never know I can't have her (or more likely in my case, him).
> Because in my short life, I have gotten everything I really wanted.
> Sometimes I have had to wait. Sometimes years. Years are much longer
> when you are 19. Wehn you are 19, you live in dog years wiating for the
> phone to ring or the email to ping.
>
> blessed be
>
> Agnieszka
Valerie Shertzman
you want or everyone. Obsessing isn't the best word for this, it is realizing
that sometimes you meet the exact right person at the exact wrong time. You
can't throw away a life you have spent 20 years building, where there are
other lives entirely dependent on you. You and your perfect person realize
that now isn't the time for you and you move on with your separate lives.
There are times when your memories of each other come flooding back, it might
be a scent, or a place, or a song. They are beautiful pictures that you take
out and look at when you need a boost. Sometimes in these moods the phone
rings and you hope it is that person. Then you call and find you can still
sit on the phone for over an hour and just talk about your lives, that is the
worst and the best. You hang up knowing that there will be a time when it is
the right time. It might be in another lifetime but you just know fate will
bring you together. This isn't a central theme in your life it happens once
in a while but it still happens even when you are looking really close at
menopause.
Valerie
lm30
I've never learned how to take my medicine.
So I'm afraid I'll have to live my life like this ..... the pain of
regrets, the ache of lost love, the terminal illness called desire.
Lizzie
Catherine A. Murphy
>
> On 26 Aug 1998, lm30 wrote:
>
> > I've been there, we've all been there, those moments of biting pain when
> > the memories flood back.
> >
> > There is no cure. This is it. This is what we have.
> >
> > It's OK to still love her. You know you can't have her. You live with
> > that. You're some way through the treatment.
>
> You make me depressed. I though this obsessing over people thing is
> something you grow out of when you stop being a teenager. Or at least
> when you turn 21. Or 30.
>
> I'll never know I can't have her (or more likely in my case, him).
> Because in my short life, I have gotten everything I really wanted.
> Sometimes I have had to wait. Sometimes years. Years are much longer
> when you are 19. Wehn you are 19, you live in dog years wiating for the
> phone to ring or the email to ping.
>
> blessed be
>
> Agnieszka
Nope, not gonna happen. I'm over 50 and I obsess at every opportunity.
Maybe more now than I did at 20.
:)