Conversation – 15

Janet Jackson
“Escapade”

As I was walkin by
Saw you standin there
With a smile
Lookin’ shy
You caught my eye
Thought you’d want to hang
For a while
Well I’d like to be with you
And you know it’s Friday too
I hope you can find the time
This weekend to relax and unwind

My mind’s tired
I’ve worked so hard all week
Cashed my check
I’m ready to go
I promise you
I’ll show you such a good time

Come on baby let’s get away
Let’s save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we’ve got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (let’s go)

Es-ca-pade
We’ll have a good time
Es-ca-pade
Leave your worries behind
Es-ca-pade
You can be mine
Es-ca-pade
An escapade

So don’t hold back
Just have a good time
We’ll make the rules up
As we go along
And break them all
If we’re not havin’ fun
Come on baby let’s get away
Let’s save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we’ve got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (let’s go)

My mind’s tired I’ve worked
Worked so hard all week
I just got paid, we’ve got it made
Ready to go
I promise you I’ll show you
Such a good time
Come on baby let’s get away
Let’s save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we’ve got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (let’s go)

Sheba,
Thank you. How about Escapade by Janet! That would be great!

Silliness

Giving yourself permission to be silly will nourish your creativity, and is a good exercise in letting go.
Children appreciate all that is silly as a matter of course. Their grasp of humor is instinctual, and even the smallest absurdities provoke joyous gales of earnest laughter. As we age, this innate ability to see the value of silliness can diminish. Work takes precedence over play, and we have less incentive to exercise our imaginative minds by focusing on what is humorous. When we remember childhood, we may recall the pleasures of donning funny costumes, reciting nonsense poems, making up strange games, or playing pretend. This unabashed silliness nourished our vitality and creativity. We can take in this nourishment once again by giving ourselves permission to lighten up and be silly.

Too often we reject the wonderful silliness that is an inherent, inborn aspect of the self because we believe that it serves no purpose or is at odds with the grown-up culture of maturity. We play yet we do not lose ourselves in play, and our imaginations are never truly given free reign because we regard the products of irrational creativity as being valueless. Yet silliness itself does indeed constitute a vital part of human existence on a myriad of levels. Our first taste of ethereal bliss is often a consequence of our willingness to dabble in what we deem outrageous, nonsensical, or absurd. We delight in ridiculousness not only because laughter is intrinsically pleasurable, but also because it serves as a reminder that existence itself is fun. Skipping, doodling, and singing funny songs are no less entertaining than they were when we were children. We need not lose all interest in these cheerful and amusing activities, but to make them a part of our lives we must be ready to sacrifice a little dignity and a lot of fear.

It is precisely because so much of life is inescapably serious that silliness should be regarded as a priority. Through the magic of imagination, you can be or become anything–a photographer, a professional athlete, a dancer, a pilot. Whether you take hundreds of silly pictures, revel in the adulation of your fans as you make the winning catch, boogie down rock-star style in front of your bedroom mirror, or turn your desk into a cockpit, the ensuing hilarity will help you see that lighthearted fun and adulthood are not at all incompatible.

@mcpoopoo,

My yard is very large like a park. I have sitting benches in it. This is the Midwest everything
is bigger we just don’t have the sights LA and NY have.

I am here for you if you need me. Just thinking of you.

Jackson 5
“Dancing Machine”

Dancing, dancing, dancing
She’s a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby

Automatic Systematic
Full of color self contained
Tuned and channeled to your vibes
Captivating Stimulating
She’s such a sexy lady
Filled with space age design

She’s moving
She’s grooving dancing until the music stop now
Yea

Rythmetic acrobatic
She’s a dynamite attraction
At the drop of a coin she comes alive
Yeah
She knows what she’s doing
She super bad now
She’s geared to blow your mind

Dancing, dancing, dancing
She’s a dancing machine
Ah babe
Do it baby

Dancing, dancing, dancing
She’s a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby

She’s a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene

She’s a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene

Come on babe
Come on babe
Babe
Babe
Shake it baby
Shake it babe
Babe
Babe
Babe

Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance

I like it
I like
I love you
She’s a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene

She’s a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down

Count me in!

@mcpoopoo,

Well hello there. I am feeling something from you can I cover a song for you?

Let me know I will be here until I hear from you.

Sheba,
I like the way you think! 🙂

Hi Sheba,
I’m doing well. The week was good. You have a garden, I love that. I bet your place looks pretty in the summer time. That is one of my favorite things! Have a good weekend. Enjoy!

@mcpoopoo,

This is for you. Gray skies today and chilly. But Spring is here.

Don’t Fence Me In
Frankie Laine

Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through that wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin? breeze
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don?t fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at harbours and I can’t stand fences
Don?t fence me in
(Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,)
(Don?t fence me in.)
(Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:)
(Don?t fence me in.)
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don?t fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
An’ gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
An’ I can’t look at harbours and I can?t stand fences
So don?t fence me in, oh no
Now brother, don?t you fence me in

Hey Two Time,
You are so funny. Love ya Loaf!

@loaf,

That is so funny I need to laugh. I wish I was there in your kitchen. Just seeping some
Green Tea. Relaxing and enjoying a little conversation. I am enjoying your kitchen.
Mcpoopoo join us.

@mcpoopoo,

Are you feeling alright? How did your weekend go? I am wishing you a great weekend,
How is the shoulder?