Art, photoart and Photography by me. Imagik = image magic. Magic is the effect that image-play has on me. I hope to share that. Images, eclectic, whatever turns me on at the moment. My creative play. To say it, cross imagination with magic.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Black-eyed Susans
Black-eyed Susans, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. See it larger on IMAGIK ART.
Lazy flower, my, you've grown so tall./ I have lost and loved him, you have seen it all.
Lazy Susan, lazy through, hasn't got a think to do./ Oh, but to sit there and light up the hillside,/ sun-fried, black-eyed Sue.
Lazy Susan, lazy through,/ all the hills in love with you,/ Courted and cradled by Heaven and hillside, sun-fried,/ black-eyed Sue, black-eyed Sue, black-eyed.
Black-eyed Sue, how happy you must be./ Once, I too had someone loving me.
Johnny, Johnny, warm and true,/ that's how I remember you,/ this morning, just as I found you: up there on the hillside/
with sun-fried, black-eyed lazy Susan, Susan.
:>>)) heard this song in my head AT ONCE! do you know it? xoxoxoxoxoox
4 comments:
Didn't I see this during the "Summer of Love" projected above the stage at the Fillmore? :D
you hold my heart with this one, mary!
Black-eyed Susan (Laura Nyro)
Lazy flower, my, you've grown so tall./ I have lost and loved him, you have seen it all.
Lazy Susan, lazy through, hasn't got a think to do./ Oh, but to sit there and light up the hillside,/ sun-fried, black-eyed Sue.
Lazy Susan, lazy through,/ all the hills in love with you,/ Courted and cradled by Heaven and hillside, sun-fried,/ black-eyed Sue, black-eyed Sue, black-eyed.
Black-eyed Sue, how happy you must be./ Once, I too had someone loving me.
Johnny, Johnny, warm and true,/ that's how I remember you,/ this morning, just as I found you: up there on the hillside/
with sun-fried, black-eyed lazy Susan, Susan.
:>>)) heard this song in my head AT ONCE! do you know it? xoxoxoxoxoox
I was there, Mick, but I was one of those who "don't remember" (proving I was really there, LOL!)
I think there was soemthing like that, echoed later by Pink Floyd and Rat Dog and . . .
Thanks, Laura. I thought at first it was one of your poems, very lovely.
I've been working on my novel and am way behind on art, blogging, commenting etc. So sorry.
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