23 April 2011

Forget About It - Alison Krauss

Forget about it
I'm admittin' I was wrong
And I'll just take what's mine
and broken right out the door

Forget about it
I'll split and I'll be gone
And you'll have memories
You'll find hard to ignore

Cause after all
I'll see you sometime
Maybe when I will recall
How you drove me crazy

Forget about it
When forever's over
I won't remember how much
I loved you anymore

Forget about it
Put me out of your head
Now that you're free and easy
Out there on the town

Forget about it
When you're lying in bed just wishing
I was there to lay you down

Cause after all
I'll see you sometime maybe
When you will recall
How I drove you crazy

Forget about those starlit nights
Laying by the fireside
Holding you tight
I can't remember when it felt so right
So just forget about it

Forget about it
When you see me on the street
Don't wink, don't wave
Don't try to tease me with your smile

Forget about it
If we chance to meet somewhere
Don't think it's cause I'm trying to reconcile

'Cause after all
I'll see you sometime baby
When I will recall
How you drove me crazier

Forget about those starlit nights
Laying by the fireside
Holding you tight
I can't remember when I felt so right
So just forget about it

16 April 2011

Top of the World - Dixie Chicks


Top Of The World
Dixie Chicks

Tabbed By: Melissa Marchetti

Capo- 9th Fret

I wished I was (G) smarter
Wished I was (D) stronger
I wished I (Em) loved jesus
The way the my (C) wife does

I wished it'd been (G) easier
Instead of any (D) longer
I wished I could've (Em) stood
Where you would've been (C) proud
That won't happen (G) now
That won't happen (D) now
There's a whole lot of (C) singing
That ain't (D) gonna be heard
Disap(Em)pearing every day
Without so (C) much as a word
Somehow (G)

I think I (C) broke the wings
Off a little (D) songbird
And she's never (Em) gonna fly
To the top of the (C) world
How (G)
To the top of the (D) world
I don't have to (G) answer
Any of these (D) questions
Don't have no (Em) guide to
Teach me no (C) lessons

I come home in the (G) evening
Sit in my (D) chair
One night they called me for (Em) supper
But I never got (C) up
I stayed right (G) there
In my (D) chair

There's a whole lot! of (C) singing
That ain't (D) gonna be heard
Disap(Em)pearing every day
Without so (C) much as a word
Somehow (G)

I think I (C) broke the wings
Off a little (D) songbird
And she's never (Em) gonna fly
To the top of the (C) world
How (G)
To the top of the (D) world (Em) (C)

I wished I'd had (G) known you
Wished I had (D) shown you
All of the (Em) things I
Was on the (C) inside

But I'd pretend to be (G) sleeping
When you'd come in in the (D) morning
To whisper (Em) goodbye
Go work at the (C) rain
I don't know (G) why
Don't know (D) why

Cause (C) everyone's singing
We just wanna (D) be heard
Disap(Em)pearing every day
Without so (C) much as a word
So how? (G)

Gonna (C) grab a hold
Of that little (D) songbird
And take her (Em) for a ride
To the top of the (C) world
Right (G) now
To the top of the (D) worldÊ

Em C Em C Em C

Em C
Ohhh ohhhhhhhh Ohhh ohhhhhhh

Em C
To The top of the world To the top of the world (x3)

13 April 2011

♥ Bolivia Thank You

Bolivia is set to pass the world's first laws granting all nature equal rights to humans. The Law of Mother Earth, now agreed by politicians and grassroots social groups, redefines the country's rich mineral deposits as "blessings" and is expected to lead to radical new conservation and social measures to reduce pollution and control industry.

The country, which has been pilloried by the US and Britain in the UN climate talks for demanding steep carbon emission cuts, will establish 11 new rights for nature. They include: the right to life and to exist; the right to continue vital cycles and processes free from human alteration; the right to pure water and clean air; the right to balance; the right not to be polluted; and the right to not have cellular structure modified or genetically altered.

Controversially, it will also enshrine the right of nature "to not be affected by mega-infrastructure and development projects that affect the balance of ecosystems and the local inhabitant communities".

"It makes world history. Earth is the mother of all", said Vice-President Alvaro García Linera. "It establishes a new relationship between man and nature, the harmony of which must be preserved as a guarantee of its regeneration."

Read the newstory: http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2011/apr/10/bolivia-enshrines-natural-worlds-rights

Every two months

Another night watching the stars
wondering if you look up where you are
if you sometimes stand and gaze
thinking of days riding the waves
of that feeling, the ongoing reeling
of body and soul the before you know
(even though you do) wanting to show
your Queen a path to wander to
see if it leads to me and you

7 April 2011

Buying crap has to stop

Things need to be valued at their true cost to nature and fast.

From: The Ghost Park, April 5, 2011 Men's Journal

If you think global warming is some distant threat, come visit Yellowstone, our most beloved national park. Acres of trees are dying, trout runs are disappearing, and starving bears are attacking campers. It’s an ecosystem in collapse, and things are only getting worse.
by Paul Solotaroff // photographs by Christopher LaMarca
"To her credit, she hadn’t become a “problem bear,” the park officials’ term for hundreds of hungry grizzlies who venture into town prowling for food. Though Yellowstone’s 600 bears aren’t confined to the park itself — they’re given free run of the greater ecosystem, an area that stretches from central Wyoming to the forests of northern Montana — there simply wasn’t enough alternative food to see all of them through the summer.

And while full-grown males have the brawn and bravado to venture off the range in search of meat, a mother grizzly rarely leaves the safety of her turf, lest a wolf pack or another bear kill her cubs. Timidity had its virtues: She wasn’t one of the 80 or so bears shot the year before while picking apples off a tree or nosing through trash in someone’s backyard, or given a lethal injection by U.S. Fish and Wildlife vets for grazing on the bluegrass near a school.

Six weeks before, the first shoe dropped. On June 17, 2010 an adult male bear (or boar, as they’re called by biologists) killed a veteran hiker who had the wretched luck to cross his path. Erwin Evert, a botanist and and retired science teacher, had spent most of his career studying Yellowstone’s flora and had just brought out his life’s masterwork, the first comprehensive catalog of plants in the area in more than a hundred years.

On his daily hike near Wyoming’s Kitty Creek, the easternmost of the park’s gateways, he wandered into a copse where a team of federal researchers had trapped and sedated a bear. Alas, they hadn’t posted warning signs or waited until the boar was sufficiently roused to pad back into the brush. Dazed and in pain (he’d been darted three times with a chemical cognate of PCP, then had blood, teeth, and hair pulled for study reasons), the bear bit Evert through the skull and skittered off; he was shot two days later by marksmen in a chopper who tracked his radio signal. There hadn’t been a bear-caused fatality in the park in 24 years, though given the grim developments of the prior decade — a 10-year run of extreme drought and heat, and a glut of famished grizzlies — the screw was bound to turn. On July 28, it turned again, and this time it wasn’t about human error or the caprices of nature’s law. This time, it was a taste of things to come.

Sometime after midnight on a streamside slope near the northeast end of the park, the sow and her three cubs entered Soda Butte Campground, drawn by the lingering smell of broiled fish. After trying in vain to pry the tamper-proof lids off food bins and garbage cans, the sow poked her nose under the fly of a tent. She bit the leg of its occupant, Ronald Singer, who managed to drive her off with panicked blows. A short while later, around 2:15 am, Deborah Freele awoke in her tent at No. 11 to find the sow gnawing on her arm. She shrieked and fought back, but the bear bit down harder, snapping bones.

By now, there was tumult in adjacent sites, people dashing around and honking car horns in warning, and the sow let go of Freele and ran away. A couple of hours later, rangers and deputies scoured the pitch-dark camp. Near the western end, 600 yards from Freele’s tent, they came upon the gnawed remains of a man named Kevin Kammer. Kammer, a medic from Grand Rapids, Michigan, whose lifelong dream was to fish Yellowstone’s streams, had been dragged from his tent, killed by several bites, then consumed from chest to groin. There were several sets of prints on his flattened tent — the sow’s and at least one of her cubs’.

Park Service wardens, who trapped the sow and dispatched her via lethal injection, denounced her as a rogue whose “predatory” act was indefensible but rare. (Her cubs were transported across the state for permanent residence in a zoo.) Test after test was conducted, post-mortem, to establish her motivation. Was she rabid? No. Exotic diseases? None. Maddened by injury or wounds?

The federal Interagency Grizzly Bear Study Team, which took charge of the investigation, needed a month to conclude that there was “no clear explanation for the behavior of this bear,” though a lucid possibility fairly leaped off her chart.

Her weight at the time of death was 216 pounds, or about 80 pounds less than average for a full-grown sow. Like her cubs, called malnourished by the zoo’s curator, and countless other bears forced downhill by hunger, she was a forerunner of the turmoil that awaits us all: species pushed to breaking by climate change.


Suspended over the Earth, like the bolt of cheap foam that underlies a living-room rug, are trillions of gas molecules that shake when light hits them, creating heat and sending it earthward. Those molecules, produced by natural activities like plant respiration and volcanoes, have hung there since the planet became livable, post–Ice Age; absent carbon dioxide, methane, and other dense vapors, Palm Springs would still be permafrost. And as we’ve learned by drilling holes into Arctic ice sheets to read their chemical profiles, the ratio of those particles had held remarkably firm for 10,000 years or so, balancing the energy retained from the sun with the amount sent back into space.

But since the construction, in 1750, of the first coal-fired factories (and the invention, a century later, of the internal-combustion engine), the density of greenhouse gases has increased by a third, holding in much of the solar radiation that bounces off sidewalks and snowcaps. This set up a vicious feedback loop, in which the extra heat was reflected down into the soil or got stored in those giant holding vats, our oceans.
"If we could somehow scale back carbon, we’d still stay hot for centuries, manifesting the energy trapped in seas,” says Running, the University of Montana ecologist. “But if we don’t scale it back, we’ll soon cross a threshold where all of the sea ice melts — and then there’s no telling how high the oceans will get or any known way to make it stop.”
For eons, nature balanced its own emissions by capturing some of the gases in carbon sinks like marshes, soil, and forests. Trees are particularly deft sponges of carbon: Their leaves or needles convert it to sugars that feed them from crown to root, and they go on sopping up noxious particles until they rot, burn down, or get logged. But when clear-cutting commenced on a massive scale in the middle of the 19th century, the planet doubled down on its carbon load, making much more and trapping less. Roughly half the world’s woodlands have vanished since then. There’s a net loss the size of Greece each year — and no effort under way to start replanting."

M's notes: I've got an idea. Stop wasting earth's precious carbon to produce or buy things that contaminate it like plastics, factory produced food and "natural" gas.

6 April 2011

Another place to Fall - KT Tunstall

Are you blind F Blind to me trying to be kind Em Volunteering for your firing line F Waiting for one precious sign Em The flicker of a s mile F You should try it just once in a while Em Maybe it's not quite your s tyle F It's simply too easy to do Em F And you might not see it through Em F See it through Em G D Asus4 Em G D Asus4 Find your self a nother place to fall Em G D Asus4 Em G D Asus4 Find your self u p against another brick wall Em G D Asus4 Em G D Asus4 Em See your self a s a fallen angel G D Well I don't see no holes in the road but you find Asus4 Em Em G D Asus4 another place to fall Are you proud To have founed a brand new behaviour With hatred and hurt as your saviour But nobody's choosing to follow So you choke back the tears and you swallow Men who have ruined your life You consume them with minimum strife But now you have got indigestion The antacid comes as a question CHORUS Are you alive is there a young woman hiding inside Does she know that we're trying to help Is she totally frozen with fear Can she feel can she hear can she see? If you let her come out for a day She might even like it and stay But it's gonna take you to invite her Coz you seem so determined to spite her CHORUS D7 B7 There isn't much more I can say D7 For I don't understand the delay B7 You're asking for friendly advice D7 And remaining in permanent crisis B7 Affection is yours if you ask D7 But first you must take off your mask B7 When your back's turned I've decided Em I'll throw it away just like I did CHORUS