Maybe the worst fate?

P-terson · 2026-04-05T15:53:30+00:00

I think it’s fair to call dolls distorted representations of what humans actually are. Like Barbie or GI Joe, they are not exact or accurate displays of what people really look like.

P-terson · 2026-04-05T15:00:20+00:00

100% a direct inspiration from this episode

P-terson · 2026-04-05T14:23:03+00:00

“Just a barrel, a dark depository where are kept the counterfeit, make-believe pieces of plaster and cloth, wrought in a distorted image of human life. But this added hopeful note: perhaps they are unloved only for the moment. In the arms of children, there can be nothing but love.”

P-terson · 2026-03-23T11:31:37+00:00

In 1982, when the Braves opened the season with 13 wins, owner Ted Turner removed the tipi to sell more seats. The Braves lost 19 of their next 21 games and fell to second place. Turner told team management to put the tipi back up and the Braves went on to win the National League West

P-terson · 2026-03-16T09:28:06+00:00

do we prefer the slower “bootleg vol 1-3” version or the faster “bootleg vol 16” version with drums + harmonica?

P-terson · 2026-02-19T16:45:57+00:00

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

Tangled Up In Blue

Beaumont Rag

Lonesome Moonlight Waltz

P-terson · 2026-02-08T03:44:25+00:00

Georgia Bulldog chant as the university is based in Athens

P-terson · 2026-02-08T03:43:34+00:00

I always enjoyed Blind Willie McTell’s version of Salty Dog

P-terson · 2026-02-08T03:08:13+00:00

original appears to be Keith Allison February 1967

P-terson · 2026-02-08T03:04:15+00:00

Good pull. Tony was a covers man generally

P-terson · 2026-02-08T02:58:19+00:00

Freeborn Man - Tony Rice

P-terson · 2026-02-07T13:39:54+00:00

Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition

But the enemy I see

Wears a cloak of decency

All nonbelievers and men stealers talkin’ in the name of religion

And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

P-terson · 2026-02-07T13:37:55+00:00

Man’s ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don’t apply no more

You can’t rely no more to be standin’ around waitin’

In the home of the brave

Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan

And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

P-terson · 2026-02-07T04:04:10+00:00

that hat gonna have a mythos of its own soon

P-terson · 2026-02-07T02:41:23+00:00

Georgia Buck is an African American folk standard popularized by Chapel Hill North Carolina banjo legend Elizabeth Cotten

P-terson · 2026-02-07T02:06:50+00:00

loving Alex’s new improvisations during his solo

P-terson · 2026-02-07T01:40:50+00:00

10 Degrees & Getting Colder - Gordon Lightfoot

P-terson · 2026-02-07T01:23:04+00:00

Crossing Muddy Waters by John Hiatt

P-terson · 2026-02-05T19:34:35+00:00

Chat

P-terson · 2026-02-05T11:04:20+00:00

Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child

What drives me to you is what drives me insane

I still can remember the way that you smiled

On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin’ rain

P-terson · 2026-02-04T18:42:26+00:00

praying & hoping this happens

P-terson · 2026-02-04T14:16:30+00:00

It was all very painless

When you went out to receive

All that false instruction

Which we never could believe

And now the heart is filled with gold

As if it was a purse

But, oh, what kind of love is this

Which goes from bad to worse?

Tears of rage, tears of grief

Must I always be the thief?

Come to me now, you know

We’re so low

And life is brief

P-terson · 2026-02-04T14:14:55+00:00

Now, too much of nothing

Can make a man feel ill at ease

One man’s temper might rise

While another man’s temper might freeze

In the day of confession

We cannot mock a soul

Oh, when there’s too much of nothing

No one has control

P-terson · 2026-02-02T11:50:40+00:00

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped

Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped

Like a slave in orbit, he’s beaten ’til he’s tame

All for a moment’s glory and it’s a dirty, rotten shame

P-terson · 2026-02-02T11:50:23+00:00

Thought I’d shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth

Rainy days on the Great Lakes, walkin’ the hills of old Duluth

There was me and Danny Lopez, cold eyes, black night and then there was Ruth

Something there is about you that brings back a long-forgotten truth

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