Sunday, August 3, 2014

Hanging Laundry



Happy Sunday to my blogging friends. I'm so grateful for each one of you ...


                                    



 "Prairie Wind"

Trying to remember what my daddy said
Before too much time took away his head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

I tried to tell the people but they never heard a word I say
They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway
Just a farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard
Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

Late at night, lights dancing in the northern sky
Like the Indian spirits trying to show me how to fly
You can see into the future but it may be a mirage
Like a new car sitting there in your old garage

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)

There's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play
Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said
It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of night
But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

Prairie wind blowing through my head
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Trying to remember what Daddy said
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Before too much time took away his head
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)

(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)...

~ Neil Young




Image from Neil Young's album, Prairie Wind

33 comments:

  1. And I am so happy to be part of the universe we share together, Teresa. Happy Sunday! :-)

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    1. I'm blessed by your presence in my life, DJan ...

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  2. So glad for our virtual friendships!

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  3. I sure feel welcome here. Most kind.

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    1. I'm so glad. I always love seeing your name among the comments.

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  4. Like the image from the album -- could be my mother hanging her clothes in our yard -- thanks -- barbara

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  5. I notice that more and more musicians that I admire are sitting down these days.
    And I know exactly what my Daddy would have said - You shouldn't be doing laundry on a Sunday! That's a job for Monday morning.
    Which, incidentally it now is and by pure co-incidence I'm writing this waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle.

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    1. Sitting down does seem to be the "trend" among my favorites ... :)
      I developed the habit of washing sheets on Sunday ... love crawling in between those sweet smelling sheets the first night after the clothesline ... yes, clothesline ... though your daddy does sound like a wise man ... :)

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    2. Sounds like a good name for a (future) tour. :)

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  6. This song is new to me. Brought me to a calm place. Didn't want it to end. :)

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    1. There's something really gentle and calming about Neil's voice on these types of songs ...

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  7. Thanks for the Neil Young clip, T. Here he is busking in my home town in the 70s. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6Pr6RImfrM

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    1. Thank you for this, Tony. His young self, so to speak, is such a trip ... I like that he's explored music on his own terms.

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  8. . . . and I am so grateful for you, Teresa. Thank you.

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  9. I do so love sepia photos, and both of yours here make me happy in some deep, inexplicable way. I miss the clothesline, and that routine. You're right that there's nothing like slipping between sheets that still carry sun and wind in their threads.

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    1. There's something about sepia that wraps us in warmth ... for me, sheets fresh from the line are one of life's simplest, yet greatest pleasures ...

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  10. Love, love, love this post! Both words and music. Although we've never met I feel like I know you. And in a small way I suppose I do.

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  11. Count me as one of the many who are grateful to have met you Teresa. Blessings and peace.

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    1. Thank you, Bill ... blessings and peace to you, as well.

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  12. I was just thinking the other day about how there aren't nearly enough photos around of women hanging laundry. I wish I had some on paper representing all the images in my memory, of myself or women of the older generations, enjoying and making use of the sunshine in this way. Yours is lovely!

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    1. I love that image, also. It speaks to so much love for the beautiful simplicity of life.

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    2. No, no, it's from Neil's album ... :)

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    3. Oh, I see...I hadn't read the note/credit at the bottom. :-)

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  13. I know I am not alone in feeling fortunate to have a friend such as you out here enhancing the world and it's wonder.

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    1. Aaahhhh, thank you, John, for these kind words. They are deeply appreciated.

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