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Sweet Baby James [Nov. 16th, 2002|01:38 pm]
There is a young cowboy who lives on the range,
His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the sadle and he sleeps in the canyons,
Waiting for Summer, his pasters to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire,
Thinkin' about women, and glasses of beer.
Closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
He sings out a song that is soft but it's clear,
As if maybe someone could hear.
Goodnight you moonlight ladies, and rockabye sweet baby James,
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rockabye sweet baby James.
Now the first of December was covered with snow,
As so was the turnpike for Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the birtches weem dreamlike on account of that frostin',
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
A song that they sing when they take to the sea.
A song that they sing of their home in the sky.
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
But singin' works just fine for me.
So goodnight you moonlight ladies, and rockabye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rockabye sweet baby James.

I like that song very much. It's my current project, I'm trying to understand the figurative language, but it isn't coming so easy. I like the melody too, it's very soothing. I like the song Dust In the Wind, too. Grace said that I shouldn't not learn an instrument just because it would be a competition. She said that it didn't have to be a competition. She's right, so last night I asked Joc, if she could try and teach me a song. I'm such a slow learner that she got pretty frustrated with me. hehe. For as long as I can remember, I've always been the "annoying sister" the "lazy one" the tomboy the "ugly sister" the "dumb one" the "boring one", so when it comes to my sisters and I, I just don't try anything that they do because they'll just be better. I bring home good report cards, Joc has better grades, I memorize how to play a song on the piano, Joc can play "anything" and he instrument is portable, Shelsea can play the violin and read it's music. I sing, my sisters sing better. Shelsea was always called the "pretty one", Joc the "Smart and funny sister", and me? I wasn't called anything, I was left alone in the corner doing whatever no one else was interested in. I remember on my third birthday I had just learned how to whistle, and I was so happy. I had seen dad doing and thought, "yeah that'll get his attention!" I had worked on it for at least two months, and now had finally figured it out. I was just deciding what song to whistle when I realised that unforntuately, my sister Jocelyn had recieved her first guitar the Christmas earlier and she had just learned another song, and was playing it. It was so great for my dad, because he played the guitar. When I tried to show dad, he said that's nice, and moved closer to my sister. He didn't even look at me... I've always looked up to my dad. Sometimes he seems like the perfect person, and other times you can see his humanity showing. There was this one time that I was playing outside, and we all (Joc, Sarah, Jake and Shelsea) decided to play "House". It was role picking time, and my sister Joc got the Man job, she was the designated father figure and hunter. A cunning and majestic job that we all respected. Shelsea got the Woman job, a mother figure, proud and providing. She tends to the children and cooks the meals(and when played by your older sister, the boss). Sarah was the baby girl, and Jake the baby boy. They saved the most prestigious, most honored, and most envied job for me. They really did think that this job suited me the best because I only recall one time that I didn't play this part. I was the work horse. Yeah, that was me noble position. Shelsea used to do Sarah's make-up, and dress her up, and talk with her. I think that's where I rooted my bad disposition against Sarah. Joc would play with Shelsea and only Shelsea when the whole gang was together. I don't remember her ever playing with just me before Shelsea left the gang. After Shelsea grew out of playing with us, Joc did play more with me, but something you have to understand about Joc is that she was and is very competative. I'm sorry to say that it did rub off sufficiently. She and I had contest after contest until that's all we did. She would get mad because I would copy her, and I was trying to beat her at her own game by making my copy better. We competed at skating, throwing, wearing mustashes, coloring, learning, spitting, jumping, climbing trees, wearing clothes, bicycling, running, yelling, using big words, saying bad things about our mom, EVERYTHING! I didn't usually win, in fact there may have only been once or twice that I actually won, and then Joc would say it was a fluke, make up a new rule and we'd play again, me losing of course. There are a lot of things that I did wrong when I was younger, and now too. Every promise that Joc had me keep I would brake. And I took on her worse traits. I think that after Shelsea, Joc and I both felt that it was rather pointless to try and be a better girl that her. It was taught to me that if you aren't going to win, don't play. That may be way I haven't played Monopoly in years... that's why, I think I didn't try to play the guitar of violin. But Grace is right, I shouldn't make it a competition. And I won't, because I'm going into a situation where the ony way that I win, is if I succesfully play the guitar and violin. Ouch! Hand cramp...