tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post2685948243468062372..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: No One Knew Why Horses Were DyingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-41309179016131316982016-02-08T15:47:28.340-05:002016-02-08T15:47:28.340-05:00"summer shower...like porcelain...bride"..."summer shower...like porcelain...bride" remind me of the song "million dollar baby" - here's bing crosby singing it<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5fe5vC1Qpo<br /><br />what often appears as the intro to a song of that era occurs in this arrangement as an interlude<br /><br />the picture of bing here is the spitting image of j.r. "bob" dobbs of the church of the subgenius<br /><br /><br />if you're in a different mood maybe you'll appreciate the "beating a dead horse" reference in dylan's "man in a long black coat" - people don't die or live, people just float <br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbytjEDQFYA<br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-34231937229160612062016-02-08T12:39:07.813-05:002016-02-08T12:39:07.813-05:00speaking of death, and horses, here's somethin...<i>speaking of death, and horses, here's something speaks of a horse, and birth.</i><br /><br />James Tate<br /><br />Vale of the White Horse<br /><br /><br /><br />That’s where I first met my bride. She was standing under a chestnut tree during a summer shower. I stopped my car and offered to give her a lift. She didn’t seem to hear me. I got out of the car and walked up to her. Her skin looked and felt like porcelain. Are you okay? I asked. She blinked her eyes as if coming out of a trance. “I was looking for the white horse,” she said. I drove her to a hospital where the doctor diagnosed her as being my bride. “There’s no doubt about it, she is your bride.” We kissed, and thus the Trans-Canadian Highway was born.mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com