KarenKraft

Ok, that wasn't even worth my time downloading and then writing this, but since it was asked by "kooloos" There was nothing in it about the girl visitor. Basically it was another one of her breakdowns. She's been seeing a psychologist but so far it's not helping much. She was complaining that he doesn't understand her problems, and doesn't try to help her or console her in any way. In turn, he was complaining of constant negativity when he comes home. And midway through the clip she yelled "i'm ugly don't look at me" and covered her face. Which startled him a bit. She's definitely no peach to be with but, if Efim chose to live with her, and if he loves her he needs to try to be more understanding and helpfull. Mmmmm.....nah. He should just leave and she should find someone who (1) has musical talent; or (2) does not pretend to have any musical talent. Just saying....

Actually, kalevipoeg, most of us are not Republicans. I think most of us are Libertarians and Constitutionalists, pissed off, ignored by the media, without a voice. And frankly, at this point regarding Europe, most of us don't give a damn what socialist Europeans think. We have a problem with Washington, DC, and that's a lot closer and affects us every minute of every day. And it certainly will affect everybody. Look at the new map of the Middle East, explain why Putin is laying down NATO restrictions on the Danes, or why Obama thinks it's OK for Iranian madmen to have nukes ten years from now. It's getting downright ugly, maybe even 1938ish ugly, and the Neo-Marxists running our government are being extremely unhelpful by encouraging an incoherent foreign policy whilst impoverishing our national treasury. If I were a European, and I studied how Obama treats his allies, I'd be very concerned, indeed. It's time for Western Civilization to man-up, because weak democracies invite warfare. I like your comments, FS, even though they were like the peals thusly cast. For the rebranded Communists, the term "Republican" is an all-purpose catch-all derogatory term directed toward any Americans who have failed to drink the Kool Aid. See, "libertarian" and "constitutionalists" are way too complicated to explain on a DemocratUnderground poster. Therefore, "Republican" will have to do. Also interesting is the silly notion that all of the people who post in the old dudes area are both old and dudes. Clearly, this is not the case, as I am neither. But it is the only oft-visited political venue here.

Tell us about the Chem Trails, Daddy. Tell us all about how Presley and Monroe are still alive, living together on Atlantis; you know, at JFK's secret underwater house. Tell it again, Daddy.

Lyrics to Agapimu [in Greek]: Asteri mou fengari mou tis anoiksis klonari mou konta sou thartho pali, konta sou thartho mian avgi gia na sou paro ena fili kai na me pareis pali agapi mou agapi mou i nihta tha mas parei t'astra ki o ouranos to kryo to fengari tha s'agapo tha zo mes to tragoudi tha m'agapas tha zeis me ta poulia tha s'agapo tha ginoume tragoudi tha m'agapas tha ginoume poulia ==== English translation (of sorts): My star, my moon My star, my moon, my spring flower I'll come next to you again, I'll come next to you one dawn so that I take a kiss from you, and you take me again my love, my love, the night will take us away the stars and the sky and the cold moon I'll love you, I'll live in the song you'll love me, you'll live with the birds I'll love you, we'll become a song you'll love me, we'll become birds The river is too shallow and the ocean is too small to take away my longing To turn away your eyes to suppress your oaths from my thoughts

What is interesting (to me) is that for American liberals, the United States Constitution is meaningless under the Obama administration. However, under the Walker administration, they will be going on and on about invented and contrived violations of that same Constitution. Trust me on that.

... and domestically, he also supports the Jump-Around-Monkey-Show in Ferguson, saying that the protests were justified. Why wasn't he upset when the cops got shot (gave a big speech when Felon Brown was shot - tweated when cops were shot)? Because the cops were White. If the cops were black and shot by an unknown shooter, he'd be all over it like stink on shit. [i would have said like white on rice, but...] https://youtu.be/hoApRym_waM

There are only two kinds of Muslims: Terrorist Muslims Mute Muslims

This one is dedicated to the Monkeys of Ferguson, whose brave and righteous revolution is, essentially: HANDS OUT! WON'T WORK!

https://youtu.be/Y6j_0NGWT9Y ============== "Island In The Sun" Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a holiday You can't find the words to say All the things that come to you And I wanna feel it too On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a golden sea You don't need no memory Just a place to call your own As we drift into the zone On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip We'll never feel bad anymore No no We'll never feel bad anymore No no No no No no

Well said, except that "filthy Democrats" is redundant. :D

You're absolutely right! How's that Craig's List promo working for you?

The guy in the top picture, dressed in white, should bend his knees more or he might throw his back out of alignment. That would be a shame.

Not nearly old enough, but my dad played Dylan and told me about payphone plays. He said that the idea was to drill a tiny hole in a quarter and then run a thin stainless steel wire through the hole. Call the "Long Distance Operator" and when she says, "That'll be fourteen dollars - please deposit quarters in sets of four...." you just pull the quarter wire up and down in sets of four until the operator tells you to stop. For me, there's never been "long distance" phone calls. It's all free nationally and nearly free using the web. My dad had (has) a thing for early Bob Dylan albums. When I was growing up, he played them enough for me to learn the lyrics -- mostly, but not entirely correctly, that is. But this is Juke Box. Here's a contribution: This night ain't for the faint of heart For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart This night ain't for the faint of heart 'Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart This night ain't for the holy man with the holy plan For the promise land This night we got the evil hand And the evil hand gonna raise the dead Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES This night ain't for the faint of heart For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart This night ain't for the faint of heart 'Cause when the train wreck comes gonna leave them out Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES [guitar break] Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES

LYRICS They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy “It takes one to know one,” she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend You better leave” And the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune-telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing He’s getting ready for the show He’s going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession’s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They’re trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She’s in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read “Have Mercy on His Soul” They all play on pennywhistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They’re spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row” Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?” And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can’t read too good Don’t send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

"You're in the wrong place, my friend; you better leave." -Bob Dylan, "Desolation Row"

It was so romantic! She tore herself away from her laptop to acknowledge his butt munch for just a moment... even. Then, she was mostly unresponsive to him, but took a phone call and checked the oven a couple of times. I haven't watched this couple since their first week on RLC and now I remember why. They have no soul.

"Bird On The Wire" Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Copyright © 1969 Leonard Cohen and Sony/ATV Music Publishing Canada Company

There's an old saying, "If the Poofter of the Potomac were to take on 75 grains additional weight, prosperity would return to the nation." But I would never say such a thing!

By comparison, he certainly would be a better President than the dithering dunderhead we have here now. ISIS and Iran better hurry up and cause as much damage as they can. The clock on that shit is ticking. Once we have a real President and Commander in Chief, heads are going to roll -- no pun intended. I can only imagine how little bullshit President Scott Walker will put up with before using some of that expensive stuff we have laying around. Muzzy like fire? We show them fire.

Night vision is negative function right now.

Something like that.

It's snowing so much in Boston that Elizabeth Warren is not calling herself an Eskimo.