Have you been to Paradise?

When Desiderata started his Blog, Sundaes were spent on promoting Da Bard's language. EXQUISITE ENGLISH-lah! in my not-so-Modesty Blaise-y expresssed quest. But recent SUNDAE INTER:LUDES were spent more on Light&Easy rumination, jamboree, razzmatazz style, anything also-can!
And I had sought from Jan 1, 2006 my EsteemedReaders' participation and contributions so that Desi can R&R on Sundays -- hence, my sending out 999, 991 or SOS calls, whatever!
A barrel of Haridas tehtarik thrown in, CON BF also-can, butt you have to track Desi down first, through the FuRong Maze.

And today I especially need your help a li'l. GIVE ME A RESPONSE, a lengthy one can? I'll arrange DHL to send the barel and Da Con, but you must give me your CON address, and that's NOT advisable! I'm sure your Papa and Grandma had warned thee, Li'l Red Riding Hood, Beware the BB Wolf!Yes, I know Mama is beesy playing Mahjong!
Big Bad Wolfish Seremban catching onto Koala Lumpuh!

I have often wondered what the lyricist of this wonderfool song wanted to share with us listeners.

WHAT IS YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE SONG'S MEaNING ..

Uplifting, de-meAning or day-dreAming?
Please TELL ME!


Never Been to Me


Hey lady --- you, lady
Cursing at your life
You're a disconnected mother
And a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you'll never do
But I wish someone'd had a talk to me
Like I wanna talk to you

Ooh, I've been to Georgia
And California, and
Anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a
preacher man, and we
Made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free --
I've Been To Paradise
But I've Never Been To Me


DESIDERATA:


Here's some preliminary rumination allowed and aloud by Desi:
The Subject is trying to share some lessons with "her" mates, I presumed quite safely it's a SHE -- and her "mates" could be male, female, close or far, known or stranger -- about her Life's experiences.
She definitely is a traveller, vagabond maybe -- covering grounds from Georgia to "anywhere I ould run".
I wonder - Does it not reflect the person in you, and ME?

And I'm sure she found her moments in Paradise, hence --
I took the hand of a
preacher man, and we
Made love in the sun

Anyone would tell you if there is anywhere on earth close to Paradise, it's in the arms of a loving man/woman ... okay, in this od worlde, I'd even allow for the embrace of-the-in-betweens...

I have HIGHLIGHTED (bolded-lah!)some points in the lyrics and will chew over them and come back later at TWILIGHT TIME to elaborate (my brain seems to roll out better with fading light!).

Meanwhile, Back to YOUR interpretation of the song/poem. please REVERT BY 6.45PM TODAE, will you?
Please share openly thy closest secrets, answering:

Q1: Have you been to Paradise?

Q2: what did/does that Paradise constitute?

Q3: Is that Paradise fleeting, permanent, or in-between?

Before writing this Post, I traversed to mGf nigh Catsville and she (yan, at http://yancorner.blogspot.com) coincidentally reflected on Heaven, and how we need to become li'l children again to touch Heaven.
Good food for Sunday's reflection, I told myself as I enjoyed my CON.

I hope to continue my deep thots come 7.00PM, so beat me to IT! That's a plea, yes, begging, okay, a ROYAL COMMAND!See, treating my readers as Kings, Queens, Princes, Puteri and ..... some odd Paupers like Desi!:)


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At one helen of desTROY trip, I learnt that one MEATLOAF , sandwiched between some chich in some inclined well nigh impossible position trying to get to Heaven, ... had a luvly song about

PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHTS!
as Boy&Gal do it for the first time in Dad's jalopy at da Lake Gardens.
Seremban's one rivals that of Taioping which according to kyels, is the Besta north of Koala Lumpur. The one in Penang jest has too many Monkeys around!

jest a peep at the Boy&Gal duet:

Boy:)

And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon! Hold on tight!
C'mon! Hold on tight!

Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Paradise by the dashboard light

You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely--

We're gonna go all the way tonight
We're gonna go allt he way
An tonight's the night...


Recent meetings with some mGf and chatting about unfoofilled careers -- like Desi wanting to become a lawyer -- this scribe tried to steer some YoungOnes into the path trodden by maddish, fadish and gladdish people like Ally McBeal, get get what I mean?

So if you are a Young Seagull somewhere still exploring the foreign horizons like a JL Seagull, think a while and see if you have been to Paradise?
And more importantly,
HAVE YOU BEEN TO "U"?

It's NONE TO LATE to follow Ally McBeal's footsteps,
seeking that
Rainbow round the bend,
see if you can perceive a whisper of an ANSWER
now blowing in the wintry wind outside thy window,
listen with thy heart, a Shepard's Voice:


- Home Again

From album: Ally McBeal: For Once In My Life

[Originally by Carole King]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again
It's so far and out of sight.
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight.
Snow is cold, rain is wet,
Chills my soul right to the marrow.
I won't be happy till I see you alone again,
Till I'm home again and feelin right.

Snow is cold, rain is wet,
Chills my soul right to the marrow.
I won't be happy till I see you alone again,
Till I'm home again and feelin' right,
Till I'm home again and feelin' right,
I wanna be home again and feelin' right.