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Alice in chains @ Effenaar 04-08-2010
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Quite a heavy snow in Yakiyama today. The yellow cab truck, just visible on the right was jack knifed. It blocked the road just enough to make everyone stop and once stopped going up its pretty hard to get momentum going up again without chains. I went back down and took the bypass.
this photo origionally inspired by FragilePhoto's photograph of the chains in her backyard... (sorry hun, I can't figure out how to put the link in here yet....but I did want to mention that...) ...heres the link to the photograph...
www.flickr.com/photos/fragile_photo/4573304921/
Ball And Chain -Janis Joplin
Sittin’ down by my window,
Honey, lookin’ out at the rain.
Oh, Lord, Lord, sittin’ down by my window,
Baby, lookin’ out at the rain.
Somethin’ came along, grabbed a hold of me, honey,
And it felt just like a ball and chain.
Honey, that’s exactly what it felt like,
Honey, just dragging me down.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon’, tell me why,
Why does every single little tiny thing I hold on to go wrong ?
Yeah it goes wrong, yeah.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now babe, tell me why,
Does every thing, every thing.
Hey, here you gone today, I wanted to love you,
I just wanted to hold you, I said, for so long,
Yeah! Alright! Hey!
Love’s got a hold on me, baby,
Feels like a ball and chain.
Now, love’s just draggin’ me down, baby,
Feels like a ball and chain.
I hope there’s someone out there who could tell me
Why the man I love wanna leave me in so much pain.
Yeah, maybe, maybe you could help me, come on, help me!
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon’, tell me why,
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me why, yeah.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, when I ask you,
When I need to know why, c’mon tell me why, hey hey hey,
Here you’ve gone today,
I wanted to love you and hold you
Till the day I die.
I said whoa, whoa, whoa!!
And I say oh, whoa, whoa, no honey
It ain’t fair, daddy it ain’t fair what you do,
I see what you’re doin’ to me and you know it ain’t fair.
And I say oh, whoa whoa now baby
It ain’t fair, now, now, now, what you do
I said hon’ it ain’t fair what, hon’ it ain’t fair what you do.
Oh, here you gone today and all I ever wanted to do
Was to love you
Honey you can still hear me rock and roll the best,
Only it ain’t roll, no, no, no, no, no.
Sittin’ down by my window,
Lookin’ out at the rain.
Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin’ down by my window,
Lookin’ out at the rain, see the rain.
Somethin’ came along, grabbed a hold of me,
And it felt like a ball and chain.
Oh this can’t be in vain
And I’m gonna tell you one more time, yeah, yeah!
And I say oh, whoa whoa, now baby
This can’t be, no this can’t be in vain,
And I say no no no no no no no no, whoa,
And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Now now now now now now now now now no no not in vain
Hey, hope there is someone that could tell me
Hon’, tell me why love is like
Just like a ball
Just like a ball
Baaaaaaalllll
Oh daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
And a chain.
Yeah.
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ok. must admit. huge janis joplin fan.her voice is too great for words to describe everything that is in that voice. i swear it brings out evey single emotion in her soul. love love love it.
and for the record, i just really like this song...and for the picture's sake...leave out the ball...just think about the chain aspect ;P
Chain Reaction is Portland's all-male bike dance troupe. Saturday they performed at the BTA/PSU Bike Challenge celebration.
Why oh why was it necessary to chain up the cistern in the public loo in Southerness? Do people really nick these things, and if they do, why on earth....???
The thumb grip on our dogs leash broke, forcing me to cut it off. I got a clip from the hardware store, and knowing how ineffective key rings are when it comes to restraining a dog, I replaced it with some old bicycle chain links.
That sucker ain't going nowhere.
Here are instructions on how to put on your winter chains, and tips for driving with them on your tires.
Practice installing your chains before your winter travel. And a quick reminder; chains work best when you remember to bring them along. So keep them in your vehicle!
Visit TripCheck.com before you head out and know before you go.
Travel winter smart!
A chain of diatoms from pond water a small lake North of South Bend, IN. The horizontal length of the chain is about 100 micron.
Photographed using a Sony NEX 5N with a Bausch & Lomb bright field microscope setup for Kohler illumination. The camera was mounted to a Leica MIKAS microscope adapter with a 2/3X reducer, 43X objective and a 10X eyepiece.
Chained (High Tech America) (Joe Minter, 2000).
The Souls Grown Deep Foundation is an important cultural repository focused on "documenting, preserving, and promoting the contributions of artists from the African American South, and the cultural traditions in which they are rooted." In recent years it has focused on getting its artists' work into major museums; as I write this, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York is wrapping up an exhibition of some thirty pieces. The Atlanta collection is not normally open to the public, but through a lucky connection, I got to attend a smaller friends-and-family night of sorts, and marvel at all the striking mixed-media assemblages.
Diane covered Korn and Alice In Chains with opening acts Underoath and Ho99o9 at Northwell Health at Jones Beach Theater in Wantagh, NY. See the full coverage here theravensview.net/news-%26-reviews/f/korn-and-alice-in-ch...
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Jake whispered the message "Kristina, will you marry me?" to a stranger, and it was sent around the room. After passing through the ears of 59 people in the crowd, it came back to a stunned Kristina. The two are now engaged.
this 8-9 foot gator caught himself a mid day snack, which he carries in his mouth....
a Large Mouth Bass.
Chain Reaction is Portland's all-male bike dance troupe. Saturday they performed at the BTA/PSU Bike Challenge celebration.
Chain saw artist (hiding under a baseball cap) behind a metal fence. Creating wood sculptures from a trailer full of stumps and short lengths of tree trunks. He, and an associate, seldom stopped working • Artist, teacher, vendor, manufacturer, demonstrator, salesman, retailer, and conversationalist – all wrapped into one.
2015 Cuyahoga County Fair • Cuyahoga County Fairgrounds • Berea, Cleveland, northeast Ohio, USA
Nikon D7100 • DxO OpticsPro > Photoshop Elements & Topaz Labs' Clean plug-in
TodavÃa recuerdo el momento en el que mis pies descalzos rozaron el primer peldaño de aquellas escaleras. Llevaba unas medias blancas y un maillot negro completamente ceñido a mi cuerpo, tenÃa 4 años y todavÃa necesitaba agarrarme a la barandilla para subir sin tambalearme hacia mi vida, el principio de mi sueño.
Arriba, mi mundo se convertÃa en una explosión de luz, en donde encontraba la paz y una perfecta armonÃa al ritmo de mi fiel tÃo Daniel que virtuosamente, acariciaba el piano de cola.
Los años pasan demasiado deprisa, pero recuerdo como si fuera ayer entusiasmadamente la primera vez que me sangraron los pies, todas y cada una de las veces en las que mis músculos han pedido un descanso a gritos. Y como no, todas aquellas veces en las que mi corazón era feliz. Como cuando te conocÃ.
A mis 24 años, descubrà que cuando veÃa mis escaleras favoritas, era libre, y cuando alcanzaba el piso superior, toda mi tristeza, preocupación, miedo o enfado desaparecÃan por completo. ConseguÃa transformarme en una muñeca de silueta de cristal y tobillos firmes que expresaba y transmitÃa aquello que se le pedÃa y más.
Aquel lugar, mi escondite, mi esfuerzo y pasión, se convirtió en mi paraiso particular, al que me gustaba acudir cuando la presión me invadÃa, descargando encima de mis ahora viejas puntas o en pleno contacto con el suelo, horas y horas de incomprensión y rabia.
El negro suelo de goma me comprendÃa y me regalaba marcas de experiencia que más tarde, una vez me hubiera despedido como cada dÃa, de mis preciosas escaleras, debÃa curar y mimar hasta la proxima batalla.
Hasta el próximo baile.
Los años pasan demasiado deprisa, ¿verdad Carlos? y sin esperarle, llegó el momento de la firme y desesperada despedida. Aún joven, tenÃa que decirle adiós a mi sueño, a mis proyectos, a mi todo.
Me derrumbé como nunca, y me levanté como siempre.
No me permità abandonar, le pesase a quien le pesase,
tozuda y egoistamente hasta que las fuerzas se me escaparon y la pena arrasó.
Allà estabas tú, con los ojos brillantes mirándome desde la butaca en la que siempre te sentabas. Y ahà estaba yo, encima del escenario, sintiendo todavÃa "Moonlight sonata" correr por mis venas. Mi canción favorita, con la que empecé a vivir y terminé viviendo el 14 de Marzo de 1997.
Una parte de mi, siempre bailó para ti.
No espero que me perdones, yo no lo harÃa en tu lugar.
Eternamente tuya. Tu compañera y mujer, alumna, y fan indiscutible.
Tu chica chaînés.