For My Sister (Unmeaning Flattery)

Shannon and I from long ago. (Year Unknown) I used Photoshop to further malign the image to make it appear as if it was found on an old decaying photographic plate from back in the days when cameras were beasts.

File Under: Me; Photograph, Digital Manipulation/Composite; Shannon; Someone Else's Image

Say, it's that special day when it's time for you to play,
And to roll around in hay — how long? — all day 'cause it's your birthday.
Why don't you walk up to a man with a half-eaten can of Spam.
Tell him, "Yes I know the plan, and you better understand;
you see I know your name is Stan (don't you say the word KA-BLAM!);
don't ask me if I can — I CAN! — 'cause it's my day to make the plans."

Once you and Stan have no more Spam, why don't you go explore a cave,
maybe start your own parade, and try not to behave.
You'll make many friends as you're marching down the street.
Remember it's your day so it's okay to dance with someone else's feet.
You may possibly grow tired as this festival expires,
you've blown out the candle fires, now it's time for you to sleep.
Then later on, I mean tonite, when you dream, dream of this day.
You'll be hanging from a kite, showing everyone your way.

But if there's one thing to remember, every year well past December,
is that this special kind of day can happen every single day!

So if you ever run into Stan (he's this guy you're gonna meet),
once you finish off the Spam, just go marching down the street!

I wrote this for Shannon more than fifteen years ago. I believe this weekend was the first time I was able to recite it to her in person on or about her birthday.

The Dead Weather "Horehound"

The third band founded by Jack White (of The White Stripes). The album doesn't drop 'til June, but until then there are two songs on iTunes. Sounds promising.

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For My Sister

Sunday 08/02/2009 3:34 AM