Here is another song for “My Lady”; soon to be 6 decades. The song was written by Lionel Richie. He requested Kenny Rogers to record it.
This song is rather a sad state of humanity. The writer and artist, Joe Henry, is married to Madonna's sister. Joe Henry - King's Highway (Solo Acoustic) (BBC TV 1994)
This is Me . . . "Still Crazy After All These Years" I met my old lover On the street last night She seemed so glad to see me I just smiled And we talked about some old times And we drank ourselves some beers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years I'm not the kind of man Who tends to socialize I seem to lean on Old familiar ways And I ain't no fool for love songs That whisper in my ears Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years Four in the morning Crapped out Yawning Longing my life away I'll never worry Why should I? It's all gonna fade Now I sit by my window And I watch the cars I fear I'll do some damage One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years
"The Last Resort" She came from Providence One in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang Heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams Like a refugee Just as her father came Across the sea She heard about a place People were smilin' They spoke about the red man's way How they loved the land They came from everywhere To the Great Divide Seeking a place to stand Or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars Out for a good time Can't wait to tell you all What it's like up there They called it paradise I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low While the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert Through the canyons of the coast To the Malibu Where the pretty people play Hungry for power To light their neon way Give them things to do Some rich men came and raped the land Nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes And Jesus people bought 'em They called it paradise The place to be They watched the hazy sun Sinking in the sea We can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina Just like the missionaries did so many years ago They even brought a neon sign said, "Jesus is coming." Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Jesus_Coming.tiff Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satisfy our endless needs And justify our bloody deeds In the name of destiny And in the name of God And you can see them there On Sunday morning They stand up and sing about What it's like up there They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise Kiss it goodbye
The word is Hineni, which means “Here I am!” But you’ve got to watch out how you say it, because it is a way of expressing total readiness to give oneself - it’s an offer of total availability. When God called out to Moses from the burning bush, Moses replied, ‘Hineni!’ This term is also used by Isaiah. It comes from the Hebrew word: Hinneh, which also means ‘Behold’. ‘You Want It Darker’ If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name Vilified, crucified, in the human frame A million candles burning for the help that never came You want it darker Hineni, hineni I’m ready, my lord There’s a lover in the story But the story’s still the same There’s a lullaby for suffering And a paradox to blame But it’s written in the scriptures And it’s not some idle claim You want it darker We kill the flame They’re lining up the prisoners And the guards are taking aim I struggled with some demons They were middle class and tame I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim You want it darker Hineni, hineni I’m ready, my lord Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name Vilified, crucified, in the human frame A million candles burning for the love that never came You want it darker We kill the flame If you are the dealer, let me out of the game If you are the healer, I’m broken and lame If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame You want it darker Hineni, hineni Hineni, hineni I’m ready, my lord Hineni Hineni, hineni Hineni
Here is one of my favorites. It says a lot about relationships of fathers and sons. I never experienced it because I never knew my father. Father and Son - Cat Stevens [lyrics]