The Artistic Dog
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But my heart is not weary, its light and its free; I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me
“Tell me about yourself” I’ve always felt this to be an interesting opening question when I meet a new acquaintance. Last week His Nibs was at the funeral of our good friend Roy Williams. Sadly, in these strange days of Covid-19, only a few friends and family were allowed to attend. Him Indoors was very…
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Turn your back, wash your hands There’s always someone who understands; It don’t matter no more what you got to say, Its unbelievable it would go down this way
Great music is my inspiration. I’ve learned to love it through Him Indoors, even though it sometimes is so loud my ears often hurt a little. Ok, mainly because I lay with my head on the speaker legs. But having heard the great music of Lucinda Williams and Jason Isbell SO MUCH since I last…
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I got my back to the sun ’cause the light is too intense, I can see what everybody in the world is up against; Can’t turn back, you can’t come back, sometimes we push too far, One day you’ll open up your eyes and you’ll see where we are.
Rumpy Pumpy had rather a nice day recently when everybody “got together” for VE Day. Everybody was properly “distanced” – as a dog I have no real understanding of the word – with chairs and benches properly spread out. Bunting had been put in situ on lamp-posts, everybody brought food and drink plus their own…
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I’ll remember you, when the wind blows through the piney wood, it was you who came right through, it was you who understood
I start my little missive with greetings from my sun-kissed front door to all my friends. Another blue sky day down here at Rumpy Pumpy last Sunday, in fact such a sunshine day its far too hot for me. I need my coat trimming, but this lockdown thing means I can’t go to see my…
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Nothing was delivered, But I can’t say I sympathise, With what your fate is going to be, Yes for telling all those lies; Now you must provide some answers, For what you sold that’s not been received, And the sooner you come up with them, The sooner you can leave
I’m really starting to have had enough of this. I know these days I’m a naturally lazy old boy, what with the legs and being just a touch tubby, but doing the same walks, sitting around and never going anywhere different, not seeing my pals is growing tiresome. In addition to having to put up…
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The endless road and the wailing of chimes, The empty rooms where her memory is protected, Where the angels’ voices whisper to the soul of previous times
I’ve been very patient, very quiet. Slept a lot. Kept my counsel. Let Him Indoors off very lightly but its all getting too much. Firstly, why is The Boss being so nice to me all the time? I normally get regular shouting if I’m not up to scratch but no, in recent days, he’s just…sort…
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Broken cutters, broken saws; Broken buckles, broken laws; Broken bodies, broken bones; Broken voices on broken phones; Take a deep breath, feel like your chokin’; Everything is Broken
Him Indoors has been fretting a bit as this lockdown continues to drive us all insane. I’m ok in truth because I’m a bit of an anti-social creature due to my undoubted superiority to other dogs. But Him Indoors, although blessed with the benefit of my company, really needs his meetings with his pals to…
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What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away, And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay And that it’s 36 hours past Judgment Day
The Boss has been a follower, believer, lover, soulmate, addict of Bob Dylan since 1965. He’s never wavered, even when for a time The Maestro lost some of his writing magic. Always believed. Never stopped playing his music. Collected all his concerts, his recorded out-takes sets. Listened to some shit quality bootlegs, forcing his ears…
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Sick man looking for the doctors cure, Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were, And into every masterpiece of literature, For dignity
All I can say is thank goodness for music! It’s the music that seems to be keeping Him Indoors sane as we go through all this social distancing stuff. Actually, he’s mostly been very good although I have to tell you my friends, he and I had a bit of an incident the other day…
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Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose, Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose; People are crazy and times are strange, I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range, I used to care, but things have changed
Into our second full week of social distancing here in Rumpy Pumpy and I must say the lack of excitement is beginning to strike home to me. Its all very well, this quiet life, but I do reckon this is rather taking things to the extreme. The Boss tells me this morning, as if to…
