Saturday, December 15, 2018

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal writes

Worrying Jabs

We worry ourselves
out after so many
jabs and one punch
to the gut. What good
is worrying? We should
just go mad, stay away
for hours from work
and people who take
small pieces of your
soul with a barrage
of blows. The brown
and green bottles
in the afternoon sun,
Wild Turkey, can keep
you down as well.
Do it your way, like Sinatra
says. Call on those who
are not careless. Do things
for yourself. Get out
of the house. Head on
out the door. You could
stand a little fun.
Soak it out in the sun.
Step forward and just
keep moving. Keep those
fists away from you.
The worrying jabs
will fracture your jaws
of life. Protect yourself.
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Boxers Brawling --  Tommervik

1 comment:

  1. Thomas McCarthy, an executive with the Austin Nichols distillery wholesaler, took some warehouse samples of a bourbon produced by the Ripy family in Kenrucky on a wild turkey hunting trip in 1940. His friends enjoyed the trip and kept asking him for more of "that wild turkey bourbon," leading Austin Nichols to bottle the Wild Turkey brand in 1942. In 1971 the firm began distilling its own product when it bought what was then called the Boulevard Distillery and renamed it the Wild Turkey Distillery. The French firm Pernod Ricard acquired the distillery and brand in 1980, and sold them to the Davide Campari-Milano group in Italia in 2009.

    In 1967 Claude François, whose career largely depended on adapting American and British rock and roll hits for the French market, cowrote "Comme d'habitude" (As Usual) with Jacques Revaux. The Canadian rocker Paul Anka acquired adaptation, recording, and publishing rights for $1, though François and Revaux would retain their royalty rights. He then reworked it with completely different lyrics, intending it to be a song for Frank Sinatra, who released "My Way" in early 1969. It reached no. 27 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and no. 2 on Billboard's Easy Listening chart, and in the UK it got to the no. 5 spot but spent 75 weeks in the British Top 40, where it remains the song most frequently played at British funerals.

    And now, the end is near
    And so I face the final curtain
    My friend, I'll say it clear
    I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

    I've lived a life that's full
    I've traveled each and every highway
    And more, much more than this
    I did it my way

    Regrets, I've had a few
    But then again, too few to mention
    I did what I had to do
    And saw it through without exemption

    I planned each charted course
    Each careful step along the byway
    And more, much more than this
    I did it my way

    Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
    When I bit off more than I could chew
    But through it all, when there was doubt
    I ate it up and spit it out
    I faced it all and I stood tall
    And did it my way

    I've loved, I've laughed and cried
    I've had my fill, my share of losing
    And now, as tears subside
    I find it all, all so amusing

    To think I did all that
    And may I say, not in a shy way
    Oh no, no, not me
    I did it my way

    For what is man, what has he got?
    If not himself, then he has naught
    To say the things he truly feels
    And not the words of one who kneels
    The record shows I took the blows
    And did it my way


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