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Where were the Declaration of Independence and Constitution signed?
Give up? It is Pennsylvania. One of the original thirteen colonies, one that is mined.
Keystone State, Quaker State, Oil State – which one is right? All three actually.
Combing them to the Keystone Quaker Oil State would make more sense to me.
Of course William Penn named the state after his father – the other William Penn.
Why not just say you are naming it for yourself? This surely was done on a little whim.
Taylor Swift the singer is probably the most prominent celebrity from the state
Who is still living, alive, and well – one to whom teens and young adults can relate.
Kobe Bryant of course is from Pennsylvania, Amanda Seyfried, Kevin Hart and Tina Fey.
But more about the state – do not miss the Crayola Factory if you are heading out this way.
It is in Lehigh Valley Pennsylvania, and it produces three billion crayons every year.
The Hershey Chocolate factory in Hershey, Pennsylvania is not to be missed, that’s clear!
Pennsylvania is the only one of the thirteen colonies that is not bordered by the ocean,
But you can visit Punxsutawney, the home of Punxsutwaney Phil if you have a notion.
I steer clear of Philadelphia because of the politics, the traffic and crime after dark,
But if you want to see the Liberty Bell, you must head there immediately. It is in the park.
While in Philadelphia you could visit the Cathedral Basilica of St. Peter and Paul
It is gorgeous, an architectural beauty, that stands ever so glorious and tall.
There is also the Wannamaker Organ, Masonic Temple and Independence Hall.
Maybe I should head toward Philadelphia on second thought, after all….
Balloons! Balloons!
Yellow, red, blue and green;
Purple and orange also
There to be seen.
Breaking your thread
They go beyond the sky,
Yellow, green and red
Seem proudly flying high.
Seeing their adventure,
Dream rose within me;
A pilot like character
Ever I wished to be.
Red, green and yellow
seem the classmates of mine;
Others had to follow
With faint colors and shine.
Because of my dark skin
They keep me apart;
And gossip I had been
Neither pretty nor smart.
Is there any black balloon
Kept in by mistake?
Went I to enquire soon
Balloon shop near the lake.
Asking for the black one
Peeped I over his basket,
The vendor picked up a fine
Matching my skin perfect!
Curiously I asked
Whether It could fly,
He made me relaxed
Saying every color goes high.
Filling up more helium
He threw up to the sky,
Beating the other spectrum
The black went much high.
"Son," the vendor said,
"It's not your color
That makes you fly higher;
It's what your inside are
That crown you the greater".
Giordano Bruno looked up at night
Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light
Planets might circle those many suns
They might even have life, we might not be the only ones
The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake
For this heresy, they burned him at the stake.
If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're a threat
And in medieval times, that was a bad bet.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, new ideas are the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In Stalin's Russia, random terror was always feared.
Even geneticists were put in gulags, or just disappeared.
Genetics meant your kids didn't inherit the new you.
And changes to socialist man were every generation's due
In 2014, USA, Brendan Eich went out of line
For opposing gay marriage, he had to resign
Not a church, but his employees made him depart
Though Dating apps like OKCupid also played a part.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, contrariness is the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In 2024, Efraim Haim revealed his hospital flaw
They were transitioning teens, against Texas law
Puberty blockers, hormones, on an 11-year-old
Now he's indicted, the feds won't release their hold
The old times, regressive, superstitious night
Now we're so progressive and we see the light
We're so tolerant, we don't settle the score
Scratch that, we're the same people as of yore.
And the waves of old keep beating at the shore.
Lord, I cannot fight unless You fight for me.
I am no one unless Your grace upholds me.
I am ashamed when You do not give me courage.
Daily I contend not with men
But with my own flesh,
For it seeks to drag me into error, to destroy me from within.
Like David, I cry: Have mercy upon me, O God.
Remove from me every root that bears destruction.
Uproot what leads to death. Expose what hides in darkness.
I stand before You guilty.
I opened the door that gave the enemy ground.
I permitted what should have been cast out.
Cast me not away from Your presence.
Take not Your Spirit from me.
Cleanse me with Your hands, that I may be clean.
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Separate me from my shadows.
Separate me from my flaws.
Separate me, O Lord of my fathers, from my lust.
Let it not cause me to sin against You.
Let it not rise above Your voice in me.
Let it not rule where only You should reign.
Be ever before me, Lord. Go not behind.
Help me stand when I falter.
Strengthen me when I am weak.
You, O God, are my song.
You are my portion forever.
Let heaven rejoice,
For though I was unclean, You did not forsake me.
Blessed be the Lord,
Who sees the secret war
And delivers the one who cries out in truth.
Iowa should have two state fairs a year; one is simply not enough.
I am running past the freak shows, and the spin art now.
Lots of screams from the sky glider; I threw up on that last year.
I can smell the corndogs, bacon, and hear the pancakes sizzle.
I have to get down to the 4-H barns to see my sister’s calf.
She will not forgive me if I do not get their fast. I promised her.
Uh-oh. Livestock can wait. Carnies have enticed me to try my hand.
I am quite the sharpshooter; this should be easy. But it is not.
I get a pathetic prize no one would want – a finger puller.
Wow! These girls are beautiful. Going to enter Fair Queen pageant.
More screams as I get closer to the Midway. Shrieks of happiness.
There are long lines to most of these rides. I am not tempted yet.
The older teens wait until around eight o’clock after the little ones go home.
Hey! Are those skee ball games? I have to try my hand at these for a second.
These vendors have my number. I see a fortune teller next. She is old.
I mean older than my grandmother. Nothing she says makes sense to me.
When I get to the 4-H barn my sister is excited. She has seen the prize winning boar.
Who cares about boars? I ask her. This one is fantastic! She argues.
I take her to see the six foot by six foot butter cow and pink cotton candy.
I whisk her past the other 4-H exhibits, and we head for the Midway.
when we exit our mothers we cry out loud,
I like to think its from us being exposed to an infected world.
as we grow we continue to cry but it tends to change a little bit
as a boy you’re taught:
big boys go potty in the big boy potty
big boys use their words
big boys handle their own problems
big boys don’t cry
they always just use the term big boys, or pre-teens, or teenagers, or
the one I dislike the most young man.
I hate it because they try to separate us from the adults of the world,
but in a way that tells you you’re right there, just not yet
as if we’re walking a tightrope to our adulthood and if we make one mistake we might not get there.
It’s said as if we don’t face the same problems they do,
as if we’re grape juice and they’re Chardonnay
as if we don’t wake up in the morning to:
the same world,
the same news,
the same stress,
the same food,
the same love,
the same celebrities,
and the same politicians.
So we cry internally,
our screams only driving us insane,
only affecting our sleep patterns,
only causing us to find new ways to chase them away.
The world forces us into a prison of our own skin,
when we try to break free only leaving us scarred and tortured.
Growing up to me isn’t necessarily about the end goal of adulthood,
Growing to me is about how we deal with our growing pains.
Learning:
it’s okay to cry out loud,
it’s okay to ask for help,
when you don’t know the right words to say it’s probably better to be quiet,
and sometimes when you can’t find a bathroom you should just pee on a tree.
Growing up is about breaking out of what we’re told to do as kids, it’s about becoming our own person, not about being who we’re meant to be already.
Growing up is making your own mistakes and messes, but then remembering to clean it up.
Growing up is rough and bumpy and not at all easy. Growing up really is just a bunch of grey area between the black and white, it’s an imperfect mosh-posh of good and bad,and pleasure and pain.
Oh, yeah
Let me tell you people,
Let me tell you bout' the high price of love;
People are in the streets at night;
Looking for prostitutes, while innocent teens say "don't shoot"
Leaving their loved ones in spite, what's the use?
of what they shouldn't do wanting someone to hold'em tight;
And they can't afford the price of milk;
and they can't afford gas prices;
Living in an age of industrial wars;
heaven knows where the children are;
man gone to the moon, while China's running out of room;
It's out of sight, this ain't right
It's the high price
The high price of love ooh, ooh, oh yeah
Little babies crying
Mothers worrying bout' their fathers;
Where and when will the violents end?
NO one to call a friend;
Can't sleep at night;
For holding my pillow tight;
I'm scare Lord, living in a age of industrial wars;
heaven knows where the children are;
Cost of living so high, can't even afford to die;
It's out of sight, this ain't right
It's the high price
The high price of love ooh, ooh, oh yeah
The high price of love
06/21/74
From the anthology "The World Will End Tomorrow"
as well as demo/cassette & Single from American Gramaphone /Sound Recorders/ BlackAmoor Records
written words by James Edward Lee 1974, 2018©
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2018©
sung by Alton Adkins
On Sunday I was five years old
And my heart is full of sorrow.
I’m scared to death if truth be told.
I’m starting school tomorrow.
Now I’m fifteen years of age,
My head is in a whirl.
At last I’ve turned another page.
Last night I kissed a girl.
So now I’ve reached the big three-0,
A small milestone in life.
And the girl I kissed fifteen years ago
Has just become my wife.
Fifty and a man of means.
But it’s not all good of course.
That girl I kissed back in my teens
Has just filed for divorce.
There’s a pile of cards on the doormat.
I’ve reached seventy today.
The bathroom scales say I’m getting fat
And what hair’s left is grey.
The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a queue.
Cowed were young folk and old folks all queued
a ménage which was quite far from straight,
all had come for a peck at the Bard, false.
even a librarian or too, who waited with spines rigid,
and scowls on their lined brows like cuts
their critiques would be most direct.
Teens kiss in a clutch most directly
their faces make braces of queues
Scalpers hawk to the latecomers cutoff,
the elite meet and greet heading straight
for the red road with a rigid
line of bull filled with falsities.
Inside the antiquated theatre under false
the foot lights lining the aisles direct
Mayor and matron, gran and child in rigid
alleys to velvet seats also queued.
The stare of critic and patron glared straight
64 toward the author so pinned and cutting.
A bright white light cut
the chill air so false
and focused on drape lined straight
each fell open as artist directed
and orchestra swells filled their queue
and the author he sat stark and rigid.
His fate would he find in lines rigid
on the page of tomorrows review, they’d cut
make or they’d break his heart’s queue
these piranhas with smiles so false.
No fate could be more direct
this tonic he must imbibe straight.
So like dominoes, they fall lines rigidly, piercing cuts
Filleted be he by queues false,
in the end words directly aimed, straight to death cue.
I would help the air by blowing smoke
into outer space.
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.
Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain,
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.
Oooooh!
I would open the clouds just like they were a tap,
with a wave of my hands, stop drought
with a thunderous clap,
cause a streak of lightning just because I can.
I would make the water the purest, the tastiest,
I would take hydration to the maximus!
Nothing but the best for us, for the food
we harvest into healthy snacks.
The Arctic needs more cold
to keep the temperature well below.
Zero would be the problems when my frosty breath
takes hold.
I would use my lungs, my will, my color changing lips, to solidify the icebergs, fortify their length and width.
It is my pleasure, my treasuring,
just the nature of things, taking their course,
the power coursing through my veins
of course from love's mysterious source.
It would be like a tornado on the tundra.
Science meeting alchemy,
like liquid nitrogen caught in a breeze.
Where responsibility meets a good deed,
and nature meets with sorcery, haha indeed!
From Antarctica to the Arctic Sea,
I would do a solid for the life that thrives
on the world's icy shelf.
As far as the eye could see,
people will see me not just thinking of myself.
Even though I wouldn't mind an icee, or a slurpee,
or a magic elf.....a stereo, surround soun.....
ahem, sorry about that..
I would clear the old growth forests
with the back of my hand,
chopping like a kung fu master,
the bark, stump, branch, the whole botanical span,
and i'd pick up the trash just scattered about
and i'd put that sh...put it in a can.
I could take away the fuel
for an out of control blaze,
and give it to the elderly
for warmth on cold winter nights
and cold winter days.
It would also ensure to the animals
a lifelong place they can run and jump
and also graze.
But no cruising please,
it would be weird to run animal's vehicle plates.
I'm just sayin'.