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Monday, December 13, 2010

Christmas is not what it used to be...here are two new sing-a-longs





The twelve days of shopping

On the first day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
A kick in the knee

On the second day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the third day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the fourth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the fifth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
 And a kick in the knee

On the sixth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the seventh day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Seven missed red lights
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves 
And a kick in the knee

On the eighth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Eight line up butt-ins
Seven missed red lights
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And an kick in the knee

On the ninth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Nine slush showers
Eight line up butt-ins
Seven missed red lights
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
 And a kick in the knee

On the tenth day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Ten store clerk attitudes
Nine slush showers
Eight line up butt-ins
Seven missed red lights
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the eleventh day of shopping
A stranger gave to me
Eleven beggars begging
Ten store clerk attitudes
Nine slush showers
Eight line up butt-ins
Seven missed red lights
Six tongue lashings
Five dirty looks
Four un-held doors
Three yelled curses
Two rough shoves
And a kick in the knee

On the twelfth day of shopping
I said screw it and stayed home





Jingle hell

Dashing through the slush,
Around taxis in the way
Foot deep in dirty mush
Cursing all the way
Bells on beggars ring
Pedestrians scream in fright
What fun it is to spend and sing
A spending song tonight

Oh, credit cards, credit cards
Spending all the way
Oh what fun it is to shop and spend
Until the banks take it all away
Credit cards, credit cards
Spending all the way
Oh what fun it is to shop and spend
Until the banks take it all away

A little while ago
I went shopping out of pride
Society makes me spend
MasterCard sitting by my side
The interest rate was high
Around 26%
January’s bills are on nigh
Oh, how much have I spent?

Oh, credit cards, credit cards
Spending all the way
Oh what fun it is to shop and spend
Until the banks take it all away
Credit cards, credit cards
Spending all the way
Oh what fun it is to shop and spend
Until the banks take it all away
Hey!

Here is the poem about Liberia in spanish. Dedicado a Doña Miriam y Don Oscar.





LIBERIA
El aire huele diferente a la llegada,
El primer contacto…lleno de esperanzas y expectativas.
Hay temor a que el prejuicio baile con la ignorancia,
la verdad danza con un  menu preconcevido.
Las olas susurran a la luz de la luna,
Y la arena bajo ella canta una canción de libertad.
Una hermosa casa rebosante de luz y amor,
Explicaciones nunca solicitadas o jamas dadas;
Una bienvenida calurosa : una familia inesperada.
Existencia en cerámica sostenida por columnas arqueadas,
Mecedoras que susurran satisfacción.
En la ciudad las aceras hacen magia:
A veces desaparecen sin advertencia.
La estatua en el parque habla de generaciones pasadas,
El grafiti no recuerda.
Un grandioso arbol divide las calles,
Sus ramas unen a un pueblo de vasta memoria.
Luz y música de la taberna derrepente aparecen,
Acompañadas de risas y miradas curiosas.
El amanecer despierta nuevas aventuras;
Huevitos servidos en forma de sonrisas,
Jugo fresco proviene de manos sabias.
Se vislumbra el cielo alla abajo,
Una burbuja de alegría se rompe en espectativas.
El mar se desenvuelve sin parar, mezclando pensamientos y arena,
Las corrientes arrastran las preocupaciones.
En los salones torneados del caracol se escucha una sinfonía;
Falsos ecos cantan un arruyo.
Pisadas renuentes en la arena,
Ahi donde el sol se desliza suavemente detrás de calidas bienvenidas,
Y el viento susurra del avenir.