The Asian Welder

084.365

Mr. Moonlight
You came to me one summernight and from your beam you made my dream,
And from the world you sent my girl and from above you sent us love,
And now she’s mine.
I think you’re fine ’cause we love you, Mr. Moonlight.

Mr. Moonlight, come again please, here I am on my knees,
Begging if you please, and the nights you don’t come my way.
I’ll pray and pray more each day, ’cause we love you, Mr. Moonlight,
Mr. Moonlight.

first night bloom….one night of life and these desert flowers die as the sun rises….the beauty of impermanence.

lyrics by The Beatles

083.365

Come on come on come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on take it easy
Come on take it easy
Take it easy take it easy
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.

The deeper you go the higher you fly
The higher you fly the deeper you go
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on make it easy
Come on make it easy.

Take it easy take it easy
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.

Your inside is out and your outside is in
Your outside is in and your inside is out
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on make it easy
Come on make it easy
Make it easy make it easy
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.

a broken toy left abandoned under a bush…what does it mean? hidden from street view, one would easily overlook, is this how we discard unwanted materials? did it break by natural causes? what life did it lead?  a question which could pertain to anything even a human body.  human nature…always looking for answers in the external when the answer is laying within.

lyrics from The Beatles

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She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon

Didn’t anybody tell her?
Didn’t anybody see?
Sunday’s on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday’s on the phone to me

She said she’d always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say.

And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob

Didn’t anybody tell her?
Didn’t anybody see?
Sunday’s on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday’s on the phone to me
Oh yeah.

went on a walk in my hood….this is from a house that is at the end of my street (middle america) where the plight of families is devastating. it sits condemned now…no trespassing signs posted everywhere…loss is painful in any form…suffering is not a choice.

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I listen for your footsteps
Coming up the drive
Listen for your footsteps
But they don’t arrive
Waiting for your knock dear
On my old front door
I don’t hear it
Does it mean you don’t love me any more.

I hear the clock a’ticking
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a’moving
But I’m by myself
I wonder where you are tonight
And why I’m by myself
I don’t see you
Does it mean you don’t love me any more.

Don’t pass me by don’t make me cry don’t make me blue
‘Cause you know darling I love only you
You’ll never know it hurt me so
How I hate to see you go
Don’t pass me by don’t make me cry

I’m sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said you would be late
About an hour or two
I said that’s alright I’m waiting here
Just waiting to hear from you.

sorry..i’m behind on “365″ again!  this was taken same day as “Taxman” however i was prepping for the shot when i realized it was set to manual focus…thus the soft focus image. what it feels like to me is the illusion of self!  the lyrics are from The Beatles….

079.365

Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman

If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.

Don’t ask me what I want it for
If you don’t want to pay some more
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me.

ok…so this is a no brainer! in our country april 15th marks the time where all working citizens must file their taxes from the previous year….a check and balance…TODAY!!

lyrics by The Beatles

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIobCyXn2_o

listening to Asa in the shop today…

077.365

You’re going to lose that girl,
You’re going to lose that girl.
If you don’t take her out tonight,
She’s going to change her mind,
And I will take her out tonight,
And I will treat her kind.

You’re going to lose that girl,
You’re going to lose that girl.
If you don’t treat her right, my friend,
You’re going to find her gone,
’cause I will treat her right, and then
You’ll be the lonely one.

You’re going to lose that girl,
You’re going to lose that girl.
I’ll make a point
Of taking her away from you, yeah,
The way you treat her what else can I do?

You’re going to lose that girl,
You’re going to lose that girl.
I’ll make a point
Of taking her away from you, yeah,
The way you treat her what else can I do?
If you don’t take her out tonight,
She’s going to change her mind,
And I will take her out tonight,
And I will treat her kind.
You’re going to lose that girl,
You’re going to lose that girl

my 10 speed that i’ve had since 6th grade!!  she’s always been at the ready!  her horn is the sweetest sounding ring…getting some lights to take her out at night…

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You know you made me cry,
I see no use in wond’ring why,
I cried for you.

And now, you’ve changed your mind,
I see no reason to change mine,
I cried, it’s through, oh.

Oh, you’re giving me the same old line,
I’m wond’ring why,
You hurt me then, you’re back again,
No, no, not a second time.

was on my way to coffee riding my schwinn ten-speed thru the neighborhood…i have never understood why people like to hang skulls of animals?  humanity at times is hard to understand…

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Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man

His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she’s a go-getter
Takes him out to look at the queen
Only place that he’s ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man

another slide from 1985 “book of walls” project…the box of slides he came from says “Ray Burr” tho i have no notes or recollection to who is.  anyone out there know his story?  the wall is gone..just another sign of impermanence…i chose this song from the Beatles because 99% of his shots he had a scowl on his face!!  he could be a Bodhisahttva for all i know!