The Streisand lyrics in my mind today

Don't Rain On My Parade (Released 1990)

At the end of the baltimore run, fanny's train is leaving to go on to to chicago,
While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe. nick tells
Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune
Before he does. on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour and
Follow nick to new york. eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out
Of it. ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she has
Success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well. eddie tries
To advise her one more time, don't, and she replies:

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of it's eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--i know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, mister arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

Pieta

St. Patrick's was great. Really good. I love it when a sermon is about suffering for Jesus and not the Lord blessing me for a new car and house....which most churches were for awhile.

My two comments written during Mass:

"My friends cause me more sorrow than my enemies. Selah."

The other one sounds very Angelina Jolie, (pre-Brad)...

"I would like to write a
'Jesus loves Matthias'
with a heart around it
on the ceramic Pieta?

Would that be bad?"

Peace on Earth

The holidays are approaching and the Halloween stores will soon be Christmas stores before Thanksgiving.

I recall a favorite song sung in elementary school,

"Let there be peace on earth."

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth, the peace that was meant to be.

With God as our father, brothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother, in perfect harmony."

May Chanukkah and Christmas be well celebrated
as God is giving us life.

L'Chaim. The Twelve Days of Christmas song and
the Candy Cane are Christian themed.

Hashem loves you!

A poem sent from a friend of Israel:

Along life’s road, I’ve noticed this
The grandest sights we often miss
We fail to see the lovely things
And miss the joy that seeing brings.

The flowers that bloom along the way
The setting sun at close of day
The mountains, valleys, streams and trees
We seem to miss the sight of these.

Hashem left it all to us,
To help ourselves to happiness
And yet we grumble and complain
Of too much drought or too much rain
Of too much heat or too much cold
All through our lives, until we’re old.
We kick and growl and fret and fuss
And all is wrong that is given to us.

The way to live, it seems to me
Is just to try our best to see
The pleasant side of everything
Instead of grumbling, try to sing
A song of praise and thankfulness

For all that’s ours of happiness
And pay Hashem a compliment
For all the blessings, He has sent you!

Tizku Leshanim Tovot Uneimot,

Binyamin Jadidi

Girl Scout Cookies

Dear Parents,

If you are no longer living in the early 1980's, do not send your little girl out into the big, bad world armed with just a girl scout sash ( in my case a brownie one) and a sheet for ordering a gazillion cookies.

My mom sent me from house to house as she stayed in the car OR WAYYYYYY back at the bottom of many lonely staircases in my Del Rey Woods neighborhood.

I saw the multi-colored, pastel, cookie order sheet as my brownie mandated agenda and duty to fulfill.

I sold a lot.

Now I just help the world, one cookie at a time.

Elvis

Elvis-

I remember sitting in my friend's, Emily Harmon's house out by the vineyards of Sonoma County. We got kicked out of the city limits at a party once and had to tredge through fields of grapes at night.

"Veronica" by Elvis Costello brings me back to independence.

I hear it in grocery stores and elevators and it makes me what I am.


Gwen Stefani running in her wedding dress keeps blurring through my mind.

I wrote this based on amazingly true events.


ICEE

Slurpees on a summer day, icees
of lemonade to run, to play,

Sprinklers in my underwear-
running around in the golden air.


A tribute to John Updike.



Running-(Runi)

She runs the fastest.

From Nigerian Kings and Princes,

and from Scottish men with ale.

From crack on the street, in Pie a la mode,

and from people who put her in jail.

She runs the fastest.

Courtney Love is my hero!

I was imprisoned, strip searched, tortured, put in captivity for thirteen days in jail, and met some friends who sang a few songs.

A place to cry.

Sometimes putting pieces together creates a map of alchemy in our hearts.

Ingredients of people's hearts and minds make me what I am, transparent before God.