guardian of the planet

  Don't it make you wanna go home, now? Don't it make you wanna go home? All God's children get weary when they roam Don't it make you wanna go home? Don't it make you wanna go home? Whoa, the whippoorwill roost on the telephone pole And the Georgia sun goes down Well, it's been a long time But I'm glad to say that I'm Goin' back down to my home town Goin' down to the Greyhound station Gonna buy me a one-way fare Good Lord's willin' and the creeks don't rise By tomorrow I'm gonna be right there Don't it make you wanna go home, now? Don't it make you wanna go home? All God's children get weary when they roam Don't it make you wanna go home? Don't it make you wanna go home? But there's a six-lane highway down by the creek Where I went skinny-dippin' as a child And a drive-in show where the meadow used to grow And the strawberries used to grow wild There's a drag strip down by the riverside Where my gr...

 one doing its thing over the Taratahi Plain aerobatic reserve. loops, rolls off the top, barrel rolls, slow rolls somebody wuz having fun.

 

 

 sit in the sun listen to the small faces and gently polishing the ibanez with a slightly damp scrap from an old cotton t-shirt. bliss

 

 

  Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun I knew the night had gone The morning breeze like a bugle blew Against the drum of dawn Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played The seaweed wove its strands The crashing waves like cymbals clashed Against the rocks and the sand Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws The crying rain like a trumpet sang And asked for no applause Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The last of leaves fell from the trees And clung to...

 all or nothing baby.

 

jim makes sunday morning radio  rnz is so important to the nation  imagine the only media in nz to be rapcrap or magicrap. it's bad enough already hi Jim looks like it is paddy this morning rent a geek week not very christian but have realised now that the whole show is being run by spoonfed educated fools with impoverished childhoods. no f*ckin' grunt. all banal, trite, whatever, next please. all post modern paltry creativity posing as knowing everything and if you dont know it it doesn't matter? violating ogilvy rool with pix at the bottom anyway concert is cool right now better than the geek show. love the pastorale very intense week now need to relax

  A friend brought me a virtually new small frying pan (skillet) yesterday. It is a beauty. just right for frying capsicums slowly while making the white sauce for the cheap as cauliflower sitting round from last week. Fine chopped courgettes to go with it. No meat. Have been forced into all sorts of substitutions since beef and pork have been removed from my diet. Now my skin condition is starting to clear. Might take a while but it is definitely coming good slowly. My dad worked at the freezing works in Masterton. It was meat meat meat every day. Loved it and on sundays after church a big roast. The hole in the wall shop around the corner would open for half an hour on sundays with just enough time for the fridgeless people to whip round and get a block of ice cream to wash down the fruit salad. Those were the days. I hope these pics do not offend anyone a post was denied yesterday because of pics of lady godiva and venus on the half shell????? hope these pass the test