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HAIR THAT CURLS AND TWISTS AND TURNS WHITE

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate HAIR. They are long hairs. Have been since the 70s. What is it about HAIR ? Days of the Musical and Not Cutting it. Days of being expelled from school. Now to the days of the White Hair. HAIR. Lets begin with a song or two.

HAIR THE MUSICAL

Saw it in Kings Cross Sydney in 1969 ?

She asks me why
I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night
Hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low
Don’t ask me why
Don’t know
It’s not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain’t no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my…

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They’ll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don’t my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

And this song – a tribute to all 49-ers !

CROSBY STILLS NASH AND YOUNG. Thank God.

Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It’s gettin kinda long
I coulda said it wasn’t in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

Must be because I had the flu’ for Christmas
And I’m not feeling up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car
But I’m not giving in an inch to fear
Cause I missed myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone

When I finally get myself together
I’m going to get down in that sunny southern weather
And I find a place inside to laugh
Separate the wheat from the chaff
I feel like I owe it to someone

Mr Witwould: “Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies.”
Mrs Millamant: “Only with those in verse…. I never pin up my hair with prose.”
~William Congreve, The Way of the World

It is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon,
however familiar, from a point a hair’s breadth aside from
our habitual path or routine, to be overcome, enchanted by
its beauty and significance … To perceive freshly, with
fresh senses is to be inspired.
– Henry David Thoreau

“The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.”
– M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.

It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.
Menander

“lavender, sweet lavender;
come and buy my lavender,
hide it in your trousseau, lady fair.
Let its flovely fragrance flow
Over your from head to toe,
Lightening on your eyes, your cheek, your hair.”

Cumberkand Clark Flower Song Book 1929

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
and let us huddle together as darkness takes over
We are at home amidst the birds and the trees,

for we are children of nature.

– Susan Polis Shutz

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