Pub songs: Now Playing: (_________)

[labelwench]

“This is some hologram,” she thought, as she nibbled at the first roasting of the marshmallows……

Though they are some distance down the beach, the sound of music from the pub gently surrounds them, an interesting ebb and flow.

Caramel trots over for refreshment, daintily picking out some apple slices, noting that there is also carrot slices in the blend. How thoughtful of Robert....

The second roasting of the mallow is near complete. Caramel edges closer. "Some?", she asks softly.

"Probably not healthful for you, but I don't expect a nibble will do any harm, you little glutgut. Let it cool for a moment", and the woman gently waves the roasting stick, it appearing as a wand in her hand. Touching the mallow to determine it's temperature, she deems it cool enough.

"Can you just pull the outer crust with those deft lips of yours, and we can get a third roasting on these morsels?", the woman questions.

The mare gently takes just one of the two mallows, leaving the kernel as requested. The sweet, sticky confection poses some difficulty for Caramel, who in her efforts, curls her top lip toward the night sky in the flehmen response of horses to certain olefactory stimulus. "Sweeeet. Very, very sweeeeet", Caramel remarks, "No more right now."

The woman chuckles at her horse's response and reaction. "Yes, marshmallows are a 'sometimes' thing...."

The music from the pub still audible, she comments, "All we are missing is a few people with guitars and we could have song around the campfire."

"I'll sing for you" offers Caramel, the marshmallow now dealt with, and she began to hum soft and low in her gentle whicker, harmonizing with the tones from the pub.

"That's beautiful", said the woman, and listened in rapt pleasure......

[Meem]

A man with a guitar walks up to the campfire and sits. Everyone pauses to greet him, he offers a tip of the brow, and his eyes sparkle as he says "sing along with me if you know this tune." The campfire crackles and pops with embers dancing upward into the sky. The waves to do not crash against the shore, but caress it.

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

The music of the pub gently fades.

[Meem]

Meem moves away from the floor walks over to the bar to have a seat. There is a woman there who's eyes have seen him for the first and last time. She will not stop pleading with him, begging. She missed all the notes, the cues, the steps, "it can't be right to feel wrong," he thinks to himself. "I have tried, I have fought the good fight but, she threw the towel in my-face." The past is now the past. He stands up from his stool and says, "please don't shadow me anymore, I want to see the light." He says, "I have two songs for you, but you will understand but the one that you play, and not the ones that are I to you."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDlCcGBtGd0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqVBGv2hpQ4
She begins to mock his non-sense, and plays her song yet again ... but this time it's bitterly true because it is the way she has made it as well as he.
http://www.break.com/usercontent/200...rl-640195.html
As he leaves the pub, he says, "if you don't want a broken heart, you should have never broken mine and never offered to fix it the way I longed for." Meem cues a song that she will be able to understand, and ... why he looks for his own, or maybe at least an echo. Meem tries to explain that love is a gift which is given freely, unconditionally, it's never forced to do anything. "You forced this hand which I have played in this silly game. I grow so tired of games."

[labelwench]

A man with a guitar walks up to the campfire and sits. Everyone pauses to greet him, he offers a tip of the brow, and his eyes sparkle as he says "sing along with me if you know this tune." The campfire crackles and pops with embers dancing upward into the sky. The waves to do not crash against the shore, but caress it.



The music of the pub gently fades.

The stranger plays a lovely song, while Caramel and the woman listen in complete silence, the better to appreciate this new melody.

Before they can compliment the musician or make a request, a sudden mist rolls in, most startling......disappearing in mere moments....and the singer is gone.

"How did he arrive and depart without leaving any footprints in the sand?", asks Caramel.

"Good point", concedes the woman, "I suspect that Robert has an intuitive program running that takes it's cues from conversation, and maybe even from body language or thought. Pretty trippy stuff. Try not to imagine anything too dramatic, until we get this scoped, is my suggestion...."


From down at the pub, there came the sounds of an emotional altercation, which ended abruptly, leaving an embarrassed silence.

Footsteps were heard to cross the floor, "clunk"..... and then the melancholy sounds of steel guitar and violin reached them... a George Strait classic, a true "hurtin' song", yet sublimely poignant and beautiful, one they knew well, and the woman and mare sang along, holding the notes of the closing refrain, one with the song, one with the pain.....heartache is known to all species....

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu...deoid=40693453

[Meem]

Meem hears the song playing just as he's leaving the door, but he realizes something ... he doesn't need to be in the pub to make songs play. Precious few understand that, He is not a cow-boy, he is something else."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHSEh...eature=related

[labelwench]

The smell of boiling shrimp wafted down the beach.

"Shall we check this out?", she asked her horse.

They made their way back to the pub, and as they entered the whole place exploded into a blaze of video and song!

Someone pressed a shooter of Tequila into her hand, a slice of lime on it's salted rim. Caramel's ears swivelled forward at the prospect of salt, all of that running on the beach craving replacement of same.

"On the House", remarked Robert from behind the bar, busying himself with the control panel.

What next, she wondered, looking for someone she knew, or not..... Sometimes the unexpected exceeded one's previous experience or expectations.

She touched her lips to the salt and tasted it's tang, contemplated the liquid in her glass.

Infinite possibility......was that not the essence of existence?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUTf5qvS0Lo

[Meem]

Meem walks back into the pub with a friend. He pushes her, she pushes him, and they pull into each other. And ask the DJ to kill the music, they would like to sing a song ... Meem asks the barkeep if he can give him a drink that will teach him the guitar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ej-jD...eature=related

with lyricshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0lId...eature=related

[racecar]

Racecar walks in with her guitar, eyes the bunch and asks the barkeep for one of them sissy drinks..."a shot of tequila ...and keep em comin". She walks over and slaps Meem on the back and says, "Hey boy, I hear ya wanna learn to play the guitar. Ya aint gonna find it in no drink. This is how ya do it."

Racecar walks over to the xbox and pushes the on button, straddles her feet and looks over her shoulder giving Meem a nod and a wink....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3T_xeoGES8

[Meem]

Meem slides onto the floor ... smiling ear to ear.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzQnRxnGvv4

[labelwench]

The woman in the hot black leather outfit proceeded to put Meem through his paces, while the rest of the patrons chuckled at her manipulation of her willing victim.

Seizing the opportunity to prolong this lively interlude, Robert dropped a quarter into the jukebox, and before she realized, the woman with the horse found herself in the middle of the floor, dancing and laughing in delight at Robert’s musical choice.

http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxvideos/v...-cowboy-video/

“You go, girl”, she encouraged the woman dancing with Meem. “Take no prisoners!”

My, my, my, but the bartender had some interesting dance moves, and she tried to follow his free form lead.....