Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Life beyond the blog: Interlude No. 05

William Powell Frith -- "Claude Duval, The Highwayman" / 1860

"The Highwayman"

"I had a black cape and pistols, and I was definitely a bandit. A highwayman, as it were. I was being chased within an inch of my life by these grenadiers on horseback, and I knew for a fact that if they caught me, they were going to kill me." -- Jimmy Webb, who wrote the song, "The Highwayman," after experiencing this dream.

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around .... I'll always be around ....
and around and around and around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain

And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again

16 comments:

Anita said...

Trendsetter

Fram Actual said...

In another life. That was then, this is now ....

Anita said...

hehehehheeh!!Are U awake?work?

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now and then and back again.

Fram Actual said...

Here and there and everywhere ....

Actually, it is going on four in the afternoon here, and I am straightening up the townhouse in anticipation of people coming to look at it in a while. Busy, busy, busy ....

By the way, my mind is constantly at work, twenty-four hours a day. My body seldom is at work -- ever, ever, ever ....

Anita said...

Townhouse?
where are you know?
Of course your mind is working 24 hours dummy!!!thought your body did it toooo..wooo hoooo!!!
Here it is soon middnight
Boriiiiiiiiiiing!!!!

Anita said...

actually Ihave one eye on the dummy box television ,one eye on Fb and one eye on your blog..now thats good work only having 2 eyes!!!:)))
It is boring time..
Shame we cant be more online!!!time time time
and you are busy and i have got all the time in the world..May be i should take a drink?Havent been drinking for some years,,to much work and to much serious things to do..Ihave this bottle of Ozu..what do you think should i drink ?no no no anita..that would be a bad day tomorrow..Yesterday was really a bad day..You teased me !!!!ok..Think i move to the television!!!Later go back to dream land..(Cant sleep these days awake every 2 hours!!!and dreaming alot!!!Begin one dream and it continues..just like the chapters in a serie

Fram Actual said...

Yep, townhouse. The same one I have been occupying since May and have been writing about since then. I even ran a few photographs taken from the window.

Periodically, I stop drinking altogether for a while. I will not stop again. I have learned my lesson about doing something because someone else wishes it. I also might start smoking again -- cigars. Fie upon this quiet life! I want .... Whoops, I guess I already said that before.

Me, too, about sleeping, although I am not sleeping enough to realize any dreams. I am eager to be on the move again. Sitting in one place when it is not the right place is my definition of boring.

Anita said...

Ahhhhh..you r always so clever!!!sitting on a place when it is not the right place is your def of to be bored!!!..ohhh,yeeah!!

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Iam tired today.but i was at the lake..met a cute doggy doggy!!!An african lion hunter!!!in norway!!Yeah..many strange things pops into my life..They also caught a big fish.7 kilos!!!!..
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Igot a visitor at my home.A femele friend.My house is very litte but it seems like people relax!!!Her child is playing with my paintings!!!Well nevermind..it is only a painting..Ican do another one..

..You R surely very busy busy busy


preparing for another dream..another life for some time....i espect you are looking forward to meet your little princess again..you are very lucky to be in love!!!!....hugs and write whenever yo can!!!see you..

Fram Actual said...

Yes, living in a place that is not the right place would be part of my definition of boredom. Being alone forms another part.

As for lion hunting, one of my mottoes the past several years has been: If you are not going to eat it, do not shoot it. So-called "sport hunting" is for children.

Visitors and puppies can be problems on occasion. You paint, apparently. One of these days when it is raining and you cannot go outdoors, you should photograph some of your work and post it.

Yes, very busy, for sure, from now until Monday. I have company coming as well, to help me move things into storage. I also told my mother I would visit her for a few hours this weekend, and it is about a two-hour drive each way. Busy, busy, busy ....

"Love Hurts" is my theme song. Time answers all questions ....

Anita said...

Poor you!!I feel sorrow for you..Fram..But Iam sure you will fix it,Love will find you in the end!!!I think iam in love..I dont know,,bec i have never seen him..but we communicate very good..and like the same things!!He is from America too...!!!!Well time will see..maybe it s just some honeybe around the flower!!

you are lucky you have your family.mine is dead all of them.(mother, father grand mother ect.)Have some family in quebec.they come too visit.And the family from Bilbao also.Take care Fram.Like you!!!:)))))))))))))

Anita said...

Fram?what is it like to love somebody so badly?

Fram Actual said...

You ask an unfair question, Anita. But, I think the answer might be found in the posts I have written during the past few months. Beyond that, love always comes at a price. Sometimes the price might be too high, at least for me, because my name is Fram, not Faust or Faustus.

Time will answer your questions regarding love, too ....

Only my mother is left from the generations before me ....

Anita said...

yes I think -i undestand..but in a way not..whenever i fell in love and it ends..it usually goes away in a few weeks and we becomes ood friends.So is that love?no.For me the love must be forever or it is not love.So life goes on its strange ways..You have said much good on your blog..but i like special the things you tell about yourself..It is like reading agood book!!!
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Take good care of your mother..she gave birth to you..!!!...and is the tree of life..take care..Fram..we talk whenever you want!!!!hugs and kisses ect ect ect

Anita said...

Oppps..i ment GOOD friends.....about ended relationsships...uggghhhhhhh..!!!

Fram Actual said...

Many words have lost or are losing their meaning because society is too careless and causal and, mostly, because of the asinine aspect of political correctness. Many words are applied to situations whether they are used accurately or not. Many words have multiple meanings. I frequently have said that the most difficult work in the world is communication with one another. This is especially true when two people speak different languages. Whatever .... my thoughts about love are posted on the right side of my page.

And, yes, my mother is well taken care of ....

And, thank you, Anita, for the compliments and the kisses ....

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