It’s Aloha Friday!

It’s Aloha Friday
By Kimo Kahoano & Paul Natto
Here is where I sit, all cloudy and blitzed
with the Primo bottles lying everywhere
Got a guitar in my hand and a Wesson Oil can
Under my okole for a chair.
CHORUS:
It’s Aloha Friday, no work till Monday.
Doo be doo, doo doo be, doo be doo be doo be doo!
(Repeat)
 
The cousins all here, drinking up my beer
got keikies running everywhere.
I got some poki on the side while mama’s trying to hide
the Miller and the Heineken beer.
 
OK. You know when you wanna get away, I mean one ting
about Friday ma, da working work is ovah yeah.
Frankly, ya, I feel good man.
I work hard all week long.
I can’t wait to get away, you know like down like the beach.
I’m cruise dis weekend yeah, get one hot concert too man,
dat’s the most important ting. But main ting too,
is to get enough money fo gas and to go out to da disco.
I like to see all da beautiful chicks Yeah!
So now I gonna jus kinda cruise, take my Bank Americard,
you know adderwise, how can I get money?
Right, plus den my friends always say
eh braddah, you can buy me one drink then.
THIRD VERSE
 
Kimo and the crew sucking up the brew
pulehu meat smoking on the side
All the surfers are a-droppin’
while the highschool are a-poppin’
down Kalakaua for a ride.
CHORUS:
It’s Aloha Friday, no work ’til Monday.
Doo be doo, doo doo be, doo be doo be doo be doo!

Entwined

RDP Thursday: INTERLACE

It’s been drilled into my head since I started writing when I was nine years old- show don’t tell!

Well. Todays RDP is ‘interlace’ and I could tell you a story about the roots of a tree that fell in love with the heart- the heart which was cruelly caged inside of a  wooden coffin and wrapped in bone white chains under the tress old and gnarled limbs and how the tree spent most of it’s life gently moving away earth and rocks and wood until it reached the heart – and when the tree at last was able to touch the heart- which was as dried and fragile as the tree’s  delicate autumn leaves, the tree knew that all of those years of patient work had been worth every second of it’s life-

or

I could show you what I found when I went to Google and typed in art and interlace and music and interlace.

I think that the kinectic sculpture ” Interlace ” shows you exactly what  interlace means.

The three middle pictures will show you how in medivial art interlacing was used as ‘filler’ but I think it was used to bind the idea together. The ancient Eyptians did that in their hieroglyphs, typically representing the name and title of a monarch.

And last but not least- you can see and hear ” Interlaced “.

By Catfish Jim

Photographer Unknown

By Kylemunro1 –

Interlaced by Jay Capperauld, conducted by Michael Repper and performed by All Together Now and RSNO musicians. All Together Now is the RSNO’s Community Orchestra and is a place to play, share, learn and create music. Thank you to the All Together Now participants, RSNO musicians, Michael Repper, Jay Capperauld and Flora Farquharson for playing a part in this project. To find out more visit https://www.rsno.org.uk/

One Line

It’s one liner Wednesday- to bad it’s Thursday. Oh well, better late then never- and speaking of “late’ I chose a quote about cemeteries and a couple of pictures that I took to go along with it.

The first was taken at a cemetery in Puyallup, Washington and the second was taken at Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery  in Seattle, Washington.

Anita

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

“Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery and selfish somehow…” – Sheri Webber

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Little Windows

I looked through these little windows and not only did I see Victoria, I heard it too.

The Obsequies of an Egyptian Cat (1886) by John Reinhard Weguelin

https://youtu.be/FXR6hEyf5Q4

FROM “THE FAIRIES” BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM (1824–89)

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

 

Victorian Family In Mourning