Lyrics Post: Dead Man’s Party

This song has a great beat, that’s the hook for sure. And that hook’s what’s got me posting these lyrics, along with the particular theme. It’s a little spooky, just right for HALLOWEEN!

The band name is cool fun too:

OINGO BOINGO. Danny Elfman was the lyrical and musical heart and soul of the band. Great writer, great musician.

And this song, come to think of it, the words do call us to not be afraid…a good message too!

“Dead Man’s Party

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder

Waiting for an invitation to arrive

Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive

Waiting for an invitation to arrive

Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me (only me)

All dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man (dead man)

Waitin’ for an invitation to arrive

Walkin’ with a dead man…Dead man…

Got my best suit and my tie

Shiny silver dollar on either eye

I hear the chauffer comin’ to my door

Says there’s room for maybe just one more…

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

it’s only me

it’s only me

it’s only me

it’s only me”

Writer(s): Danny Elfman

A Dad’s List, #6 : A Daughter and The Pumpkin Patch

Really this post is more, “a dad’s list in pictures.”

I was super lucky a couple weeks back: I took the day off to go with my younger daughter and her class to the pumpkin patch.

It was the best of both worlds. I got to be with my daughter, but also see her in her new element: with classmates, new friends.

Chalk the joy up to Simple Dad Stuff. For a dad, this was the meat & potatoes of what’s fun with your kid: watching her be herself with her peeps.

So blessed by the everyday, this once a year adventure, the share it with your kid.

So blessed to have the time, so blessed to be a dad.

It was GOOD.

Arrival

Waiting for the train.
Stay together.
A corn maze and a bee story.
Listening to the docent.
The class in the patch.
Another pic of the class in the patch, great group of kids.

Diversity

There’s been this news story of late about the law suit against Harvard. The basics indicate the suit is on the side of Asian-Americans. Really though, it’s an effort the challenge Affirmative Action.

Two of my great joys:  Living where I live.  Working where I work.

People from Germany, Russia, India, Peru, Mexico, China, the Philippines, Vietnam, Venezuela, Korea, and other countries too.  All living together, working together, being together.  Sure we all have our friends, and that might align somewhat to language and history. 

That said, there’s more mixing and sharing and learning and understanding that goes on as well, because there’s so much variety.  

Right in my group there are two guys from Quebec; I heard them talking in French Canadien as I walked down the hall this morning.  I LOVE this.

Just this past week I went along with my younger daughter on her first field trip with her school class, to a farm an hour’s drive south.  Pumpkins, a small-gauge train ride, games, learning, corn field mazes were all in the mix. She had a great time, and it seemed her many classmates did too (along with the couple hundred other kids and adults that were there).

All walks of life and all colors of skin you might imagine, and it reminded me how glad I am our kids go to a school with a diverse community.  

The next day we went to the school’s Fall Festival.  More of the same:  fun, diversity, folks coming together and being together and good times a Saturday.

I love it, and am grateful for the diversity, and all that comes along with it.

Addendum:

The latest on that law suit against Harvard found here.

 

All the good and bad of Human Kind, and all other living things we know, found here.

Neskowin

A special place,

Nothing fancy,

Just quiet and peaceful, simple joys.

And healing, soul time, pace slows to crawl, hours melt away, sunrise, sunset, little in between.

Walk the path down to the beach, walk the beach, return the same way up the path.

Recollections, stories shared, and troubles, and learning, and successes, solutions, milestones, and love.

Too short, just enough, until the next time.

So much,

GOOD.

It May Bear Fruit

This passage from Luke, chapter 13, resonates.

Don’t give up; try again; there is still hope; take action with care, try a different approach, Good can still result.

Yes. Yes it can.

And he told them this parable:
“There once was a person who had a fig tree planted in his orchard,
and when he came in search of fruit on it but found none,
he said to the gardener,
‘For three years now I have come in search of fruit on this fig tree
but have found none.
So cut it down.
Why should it exhaust the soil?’
He said to him in reply,
‘Sir, leave it for this year also,
and I shall cultivate the ground around it and fertilize it;
it may bear fruit in the future.
If not you can cut it down.'”

AMEN.

A Place Called Helvetia

A small town in Oregon, a few miles west of Portland.

It is a rural place; quite green, lush, tranquil. One spot in particular is about all I really know about Helvetia, first-hand: Helvetia Tavern.

It’s a destination I’ve been visiting off and on for the better part of 20 years (I love that phrase, “…better part of…”). A good friend from school is a Portland Native; he introduced the tavern to me and a few other friends when we started going to the Oregon coast every year for a guys weekend.

Helvetia is the gateway to a powerful, joyful few days with some of the best people I know in my life. And time with these guys is precious and magic and insightful and I’d say, even sacred.

It’s Soul Time, bar none. It’s one of the most grounding experiences I have every year. I’m always better off after being together with these guys.

And it starts in this little town just west of Portland. Helvetia is on the way to the coast from the airport. The tavern is off the beaten path; you could easily drive by it, miss it, on the country road north off the highway.

The following is a little summary from the community website for the town. It sums up things nicely.

“”Helvetia’s unique character derives from a blend of Native American and European cultures.

Helvetia’s cultural heritage embraces the pre-settlement Atfalati (Twality) inhabitants, now part of The Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde. Helvetia Community Association partners with the Tribes to interpret the heritage of Helvetia’s first peoples.

German-Swiss farmers immigrated to the Helvetia area over 150 years ago. They saw a strong resemblance to their native Switzerland in the fertile soils and rolling hills of the Tualatin Mountains and named the area “Helvetia”, Latin for “Switzerland.” The Swiss culture remains a vibrant element of our area as we continue to honor their hard-working heritage.””

I just think of Helvetia as classic Oregon Americana. It’s a step back in time. Right there in God’s Country. Big burgers, good beer. Need anything else? Just the good friends I visit with.

BLESSED.

Oh yea, and here’s the Jumbo Cheeseburger, maybe the marquee item on the menu.

GOOD.