Rozaline, formerly known as Difference 88, is an aspiring indie band from t… Read Full Bio ↴Rozaline, formerly known as Difference 88, is an aspiring indie band from the Lakes Region of New Hampshire and is made up of four musicians: Griffin on vocals, Ian on drums, Richy on bass and Brian on backup guitar and vocals. Their self titled debut album was just released in July. Help support them by visiting their myspace and purevolume at
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The Widow
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As Cities Burn Dead man, were you ever alive? Or was I just a…
Ché Aimee Dorval He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered sharde…
Cool & Classy She tossed the flamer '94 walked into danger Behind the wall…
Curved Air Every Saturday I go out and search around For some boy…
Dr. Death Mr. Vile Zephyr through the awning shadow Star-like glimpse upon the …
Dr. Death + Mr. Vile Zephyr through the awning shadow Star-like glimpse upon the …
Fifty-Three Strapped down To the bottom Of the sinkhole in my…
Forty-Nine Natasha No one paid her for a body Now we goin to…
From Ashes Rise She sits and watches as the fires light the night. She…
The Cloves and the Tobacco Mrs.Mary was a widow, since her husband left her to…
The Mars Volta He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shards…
The Mars Volta - He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered sharde…
The Poozies High atop a lonely moor, a Widow lived alone. Well, in…
Thirty-Eight I just hit my plug for a pack White Widow in…
Twenty-Three Strapped down To the bottom Of the sinkhole in my…
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I'd Let You Count On Me Hey child, don't you cry. This is all we can be, And…
Shadows The lights shone bright in this town. We're burning this to…
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@Carrie Lauer you must have lived in Santa Barbara in the 90's. i'm jealous. i was in the Bay Area during that time. Mitchum was a genius. he also wrote incredible poetry. here's a few:
btw go to Jack London's Valley of the Moon state park in Glenn Ellen. my "church" when i lived in the Bay Area.
I took the A-train uptown to hear her sing,
she said I'd be safe going in with her
but man, the looks I got. And all around
everyone looking so fine and cool
and eyes flashing out of those dark
spaces, filled with things I'll never know.
And when she sang, it was like the moon
melting down, white pearls and black satin
and a sudden silence that only she could bring.
He wrote this about Mexico, where he used to go fishing with Ward Bond, Gabel, and Bogart.
Cabo San Lucas
Rising early to beat the heat
a little dry from last nights booze.
We're soon out miles from land where
the big fish roam under the sun
and stars, undisturbed by time's
wave-measured march.
Slicing bonito for bait, the blood is
red against all the blue. Blue above
and below. The hook, hungering for
meat, shines blue in my hand as
I drop its feathered plume into the wake.
We drink beer and wait for the line to sing,
rattling off the reel like a runaway train,
tightening under the drag, burning the leather stop.
The marlin leaps, its bill skewering the sky,
carves and dances in the blue, then twists and dives.
The rod quivers in the belt. Leather biting my back
I reel and pull, the marlin leaps again,
I heave forward and rare back as fire
sweat and salt gather on my skin
A moment's slack, a shake, the fish is free.
Why aren't all losses as lovely as this?
Quien sabe?
Glamdolly30
I was lucky enough to meet the late, great Jane Russell twice. She was every inch the great lady I had hoped - bright, sassy and that rarest of things, a true star. She was elderly but still had oodles of charisma and a magical quality that turned heads when she walked into a room. And let me tell you, she didn't suffer fools! She was highly intelligent and I believe that is one of the qualities that made her such a gifted actress. The second time I met her I knew would be the last, and when we said goodbye and I put her in her chauffeur car, I told her what a privilege it had been to meet her and asked if I could give her a kiss. She broke into a lovely smile and said yes and I kissed her cheek, and bade her goodbye and a safe journey back to the States. I will never forget the sweet smile she gave me! What incredible inner and outer beauty Jane Russell had. The title of this movie is somewhat ironic, as she was widowed twice. She had many tough times in her life and always faced them with courage and dignity. She really was a great lady as well as a true star. God bless her, wherever she is now.
grimtt
@al meggs she seems to have shared a great quality with GK Chesterton— despite (or rather becAuse of) his deep faith he was friends with all sorts of people, they didn’t have to share his views. He accepted and enjoyed people as they came. Jane Russell sounds the same!
grimtt
@Just think that’s interesting, it would seem they’d they’d be opposites in many ways! 🙂
Glamdolly30
@CaesarInVa Thank you, your reply brought me back here, and reminded me of happier times. Bless you for that. Stay safe. XXX
CaesarInVa
That is a wonderful story!!!
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@Carrie Lauer you must have lived in Santa Barbara in the 90's. i'm jealous. i was in the Bay Area during that time. Mitchum was a genius. he also wrote incredible poetry. here's a few:
btw go to Jack London's Valley of the Moon state park in Glenn Ellen. my "church" when i lived in the Bay Area.
I took the A-train uptown to hear her sing,
she said I'd be safe going in with her
but man, the looks I got. And all around
everyone looking so fine and cool
and eyes flashing out of those dark
spaces, filled with things I'll never know.
And when she sang, it was like the moon
melting down, white pearls and black satin
and a sudden silence that only she could bring.
He wrote this about Mexico, where he used to go fishing with Ward Bond, Gabel, and Bogart.
Cabo San Lucas
Rising early to beat the heat
a little dry from last nights booze.
We're soon out miles from land where
the big fish roam under the sun
and stars, undisturbed by time's
wave-measured march.
Slicing bonito for bait, the blood is
red against all the blue. Blue above
and below. The hook, hungering for
meat, shines blue in my hand as
I drop its feathered plume into the wake.
We drink beer and wait for the line to sing,
rattling off the reel like a runaway train,
tightening under the drag, burning the leather stop.
The marlin leaps, its bill skewering the sky,
carves and dances in the blue, then twists and dives.
The rod quivers in the belt. Leather biting my back
I reel and pull, the marlin leaps again,
I heave forward and rare back as fire
sweat and salt gather on my skin
A moment's slack, a shake, the fish is free.
Why aren't all losses as lovely as this?
Quien sabe?
Gary L
A very timely film in its day since there were a lot of "young widows" in 1946. A Hollywood feel good morale booster about how "life goes on, regardless". The aiplanes at the end of the film were B-24 "Liberator" bombers. And the audience got a very sweet close-up of lovely Jane at the end. FINIS. Glad that the movie has been preserved; at least on YOUTUBE.
Marie Leeds
Sweet movie, loved it! Classy and just what I needed!
CajunSweetTart
I was born in 1979 and I just started loving old movies more than the new ones!
Sonbahar
New movies represent the present life, old movies represent the life we no longer have but should have.