"Time is a weapon, it's cold and it's cruel"
— Lyrics: Max D. Barnes. Singer: Ray Price.
The New York Times in September 1949 —
CANNES, France, Sept. 17 (AP) — A. British-made film
with two American stars won the Grand Prize of the
Cannes Film Festival, judges announced today.
The film was "The Third Man," starring Joseph Cotten,
Valli, Orson Welles and Siegfried Breuer.
VIEW FULL ARTICLE IN TIMESMACHINE »
"How about another hand for the band?
They work real hard for it.
The Cherokee Cowboys, ladies and gentlemen."
— Ray Price, video, "Danny Boy Mid 80's Live"
Other deathly hallows suggested by today's NY Times—
Click the above image for posts from December 14.
That image mentions a death on August 5, 2005, in
"entertainment Mecca" Branson, Missouri.
Another note from August 5, 2005, reposted here
on Monday—
Happy birthday, Keith Richards.
"Mr. Nissenson took years to create alternative worlds
in pursuing questions of faith in books like 'The Tree
of Life.'" — NY Times obituaries index this evening
"O fearful meditation!" — William Shakespeare
in this journal (see posts on Ray Price).
| Crazy Arms Ray Price Chart position: No. 1, 1956 (written by Ralph E. Mooney) Now blue ain't the word for the way that I feel And a storm is brewing in this heart of mine This ain't no crazy dream I know that it's real You're someone else's love now, you're not mine Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new But my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed That's why I'm lonely all the time Please take these treasured dreams I had for you and me And take all the love I thought was mine Someday my crazy arms will hold somebody new But right now I'm so lonesome I could die Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new But my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed You're someone else's love now, you're not mine Well you're someone else's love now, you're not mine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Portions of this work contain the intellectual property |
| … All her nubied |
| companions were asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver, |
| Mrs Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing the back- |
| steps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand, he was up in Norwood's |
| sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking's Blemish. Nuvoletta lis- |
| tened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his |
| constellatria and his emanations stood between…. |
* See The Black Queen.
3:57:09…
Time is a Weapon
In memory of rock star and NRA member Johnny Ramone, who died on Wednesday, Sept. 15:
“You’ve got to ask yourself a question.”
— Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry
“At the end, when the agent pumps Neo full of lead, the agent is using a .357 Magnum. That gun only holds 9 bullets, but the agent shoots 10 shots at Neo. I don’t know where he got that gun.”
— Jesse Baumann,
The Matrix: The Magic Bullet
Manufacturer:
Ta’as Israel Industries,
Ramat Hasharon, Israel
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Fearful Meditation
“The Max D. Barnes-penned title track, with its stark-reality lyrics, is nothing short of haunting: ‘Time is a weapon, it’s cold and it’s cruel; It knows no religion and plays by no rules; Time has no conscience when it’s all said and done; Like a beast in the jungle that devours its young.’ That’s so good, it hurts! Price’s still-amazing vocals are simply the chilling icing on the cake.” — Lisa Berg, NashvilleCountry.com O fearful meditation! — Shakespeare, Sonnet 65 Clue: click here. This in turn leads to my March 4 entry Fearful Symmetry, which contains the following: “Every transition from major to minor in a sonata, every transformation of a myth or a religious cult, every classical or artistic formulation was, I realized in that flashing moment, if seen with a truly meditative mind, nothing but a direct route into the interior of the cosmic mystery….” — Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game “How strange the change from major to minor….” — Cole Porter, “Every Time We Say Goodbye“ |
Time is a Weapon
“Time is a weapon, it’s cold and it’s cruel.”
— Max D. Barnes song lyric,
sung by Ray Price
(See Aug. 1, 2003, entry.)
3:57
was the time of yesterday afternoon’s entry,
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The Friday, |
“Only through time time is conquered.”
— T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Fearful Meditation
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“The Max D. Barnes-penned title track, with its stark-reality lyrics, is nothing short of haunting: ‘Time is a weapon, it’s cold and it’s cruel; It knows no religion and plays by no rules; Time has no conscience when it’s all said and done; Like a beast in the jungle that devours its young.’ That’s so good, it hurts! Price’s still-amazing vocals are simply the chilling icing on the cake.”
— Lisa Berg, NashvilleCountry.com
O fearful meditation! Where, alack,
Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?
— Shakespeare, Sonnet 65
Clue: click here. This in turn leads to my March 4 entry Fearful Symmetry, which contains the following:
“Every transition from major to minor in a sonata, every transformation of a myth or a religious cult, every classical or artistic formulation was, I realized in that flashing moment, if seen with a truly meditative mind, nothing but a direct route into the interior of the cosmic mystery….”
— Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game
“How strange the change from major to minor….”
— Cole Porter, “Every Time We Say Goodbye“
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