Since coming to myspace I've spent some time creating a couple dedications to artists such as Shawn Philips, Neil Young, Dan Fogelberg, Johnny Cash...you get the picture. The following is an ongoing compilation to my favorites…

Home Free!

Dan Fogelberg

August 13, 1951 - December 16, 2007

Living Legacy, Light a Candle: http://www.thelivinglegacy.net/shine.html

Dan Folgeberg's website: http://www.danfogelberg.com

Discography Collection: http://everon.info/Discography.htm

and,

Remembering...John And June

Redemption Song

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=3369174

June Carter Cash, Carter Family- Sunny Side of Life

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=434743

But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Too cold to start a fire
I'm burning diesel, burning dinosaur bones
I'll take the river down to still water
And ride a pack of dogs

I'm gonna break

I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Hits like a Phillips head Into my brain
It's gonna be too dark
To sleep again Cutting my teeth on bars
And rusty chains,
I'm gonna break my Rusty cage and run

When the forest burns
Along the road

Like God's eyes In my headlights
When the dogs are looking
For their bones

And it's raining ice picks
ON shore

I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Redemption

From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell

In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood

Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight

'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine
My old friend Lucifer came

Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood

Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From his feet it came down
And ran to the ground
And a small inner voice said

You do have a choice

The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree

http://www.shawnphillips.com/music/Albums/DCalbums.htm

Favorite Album secondContribution

Favorite Song , Title, Lyrics:

Oh, archer with your bowstring tight
Won't you let fly with your shaft of light
Are you hunting your quarry now
Are you leaving me babe, leaving anyhow
But I will remember you when the rain pours down
And I see you standing there in your bright blue gown
Fyodor's there, still he doesn't care
You're gone

Tell me you don't want to travel
To go back amidst the noise and babble
But you hear me when I tell you that
You know it won't be so long babe
You know you're coming back
And I'll wait right here till the sky is clear
And I'll keep looking into that endless sphere
And then you're gonna know
There really wasn't nothing to fear

So don't cry baby in the dark of night
When you know I ain't there to hold you tight
And I can't answer any of your questing glances
Like when we woke up in the morning

And we saw the dawn was storming
And the clouds were there love
Outside the window so fair
And the sun came rising
It was surprising
Cast out all your dark surmising
And then the car came
You spoke my name
And left me

But I'm not alone on this earth so fair
There's something else beside me here
Something keeps me ever looking forward
And it's brighter than the sunlight
And it's purer than the moonlight
And it's drawing me toward it
Like a moth out of the night
And I know I'll arrive
Where there ain't no time
Non-dimensional plane of joy sublime
Keep on being free
Lord it's gotta be
Infinity
Hey!

"Words" (Between The Lines Of Age)

Someone and someone
were down by the pond
Looking for something
to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they
were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping
this water will boil
When I look through the windows
and out on the road
They're bringing me presents
and saying hello.

Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.

If I was a junkman
selling you cars,
Washing your windows
and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind
was my own in a dream
What would you wonder
and how would it seem?

Living in castles
a bit at a time
The King started laughing
and talking in rhyme.

Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.

Neil Young, Artist

Neil Young, Live at Massey Hall http://www.hyfntrak.com/neilyoung3/AFF33175/go.php

Website http://www.neilyoung.com/

Who is Neil Young? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Young

Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Live at Fillmore East March 1970

http://www.neilyoung.com/archives/fillmore-east/fillmore-east.html

Neil's You Tube Channel

http://www.youtube.com/neilyoungchannel

Neil's Garage Links

http://www.neilyoung.com/linkspage.html

Traditional Neil

http://www.neilyoung.com/index2.html

(Neil's) The Greedy Hand Emporium

http://www.thegreedyhand.com

Neils' Discography:

http://www.neilyoung.com/archives/discography/nyd_start1.html

http://www.neilyoung.com/archives/discography/nyd_start2.html

After The Goldrush

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.

by, Neil Young

Lyrics Database on Human Highway

October Come Again

This dream one day happened
Inside it came as this,
The memory still lingers,
Octobers fleeting kiss.

Tuck deeply under downing
In memory so red,
As dawning in the sun glow,
With recall in my head.

Shake off the chill
I rise again,
Come, load my stove with wood,
How long 'till days of dawning
Octobers golden good.

Years of replication,
Seasons, cycles, times go by,
When short-lived you are with me,
And my dreams fill with rhyme.

Touching anticipation
Well in Septembers bound,
The turning of the season,
Again is coming 'round.

Embracing, hold on to it,
October come again,
In crowning of falls glory,
When life is still within.

Its sparkle of forever,
Holds me at peace within,
As I reach to see the glory,
October come again.

So here's the sum told story,
How it came to me,
In crowning of his glory,
Short-lived eternity.

October, sweet October,
Have you deserted me?

October in the mountain,
Rustic blue, subtle hue.
In splendor of the changing,
Collecting with the dew.
Bounty in the harvesting,
This memory of you.

The rushing of the chilling breeze,
The standing of the elm,
To hear the owl calling,
Beneath the harvest moon.
The fragrant smell of spices,
Which lingers into spring,
The quieting of the songbird,
A'waiting her to sing.

Deserted into pumpkin…
Deserted into blue…
Deserted into feeling…
Deserted far from view…
October…I lost you.

Yet, dazzling stands the maple,
With groaning bends the oak,
The scurry of the fox squirrel,
Around the Hickory Folk.

The fragrant smell of spices,
Linger in a dream,
And shining of the sunbeam
As angles new and strange,
The touching of its sun-ray,
So few do ascertain.

Held in caress against dream forest floor,
Hiding in my heart again,
Amid fern, forevermore.
Its special touch now disappears,
Short-lived eternity,
Yet nothing takes away,
Octobers glow for me.

Take away its bounty,
Fill its every use,
You can't out use the memory,
Its deserted scent of you.

October, sweet October,
All golden shining hue,
You've stayed with me through everything,
I can't desert you.

By, m_99

.As anyone who reads this {RealDealsToChangeLives.blogspot.com} blog knows, it's about helping others with online marketing. Whatever I find that's beneficial, I post. I've removed some things because technology has moved past these tools, or they turned out to be something I found useless for marketing or business. And I'm ever looking for solutions that are not on the beaten path necessarily. I don't have to tell you about Internet phones, or automated email. You can simply find those kinds of things anywhere online.

No, I'm after something else. Perhaps you could say I'm after the personal touch. The hope that what I share makes a difference. And today I want to vent some frustration. By doing this, perhaps you will understand how strongly I feel about helping people change their lives.

The Internet is synonymous with cutting edge technology, and that's how the big corporations are approaching the traffic led to their sites. And, encouraging every marketer on the planet to do the same. Whether with Adwords, SEO's, automated email, instant communication tools (I suppose so you can hurry up and answer a question, get a sign up, and move on to the next customer), or whatever form of reaching the most people the fastest, in the furtherest reaches of the universe. Yep, the big companies are all for the newest ways to make a buck, faster and faster. It feels like we're running in place in front of our computers. I envision the gofers with lasers on their rollers blades now days. And the clamor for attention is rising to a dull din.

Who are these "big" companies spurning on this faster and faster, better and better ways and means to generate a buck? They're the same ones that thirty years ago were the young lions of their day… the revolutionary, the visionary, the flower power people who didn't dig the commercialization or the Greening of America. The same who have forged ahead and changed with the seasons, because after all, the times they are a changing… Indeed. Changing for what? Into what? Pretty soon we will have robots doing all our business for us. I suppose that will mean we can move even faster into other forms of generating leads.

Then there's the Mentor movement happening out there again. They have The Best Arrangement. The Best Business. The Most to offer…so you too can become an instant millionaire (while making them instant billionaires). Assistance is wonderful. But these mentors so called are alleging that they and they alone have the answers. If you do exactly what they say and how they say it you too will be successful like them. It looks like good old fashioned brain washing to me. And this kind of thinking goes to the philosophy that people are stupid. I myself think people are smart. And they are darn well smart enough to think for themselves.

I can't help being cynical. I think how far and how fast we have moved, and how truly disconnected we have become. Disconnected should be the mantra today. Not make the customer happy. Not work hard to earn your cash. Not give back to help the greater good of our society. No, it's moving faster – that disconnected mantra of get more, get it faster, and get by whatever means you can get it. It's: Hurry~! Hurry~! Hurry~! And if you can, do it through your voice mail, fax, Skype conversation, automated conference (pre-recorded) the better, or whatever technological miracle machine you can use to get the business..

All these things are great to use. They're fun and interesting. And demonstrate the times in which we live. That's good, really. But, what about making a friend or two? How about a trusted partner? Are there really organizations out there that want to help marketing business professionals succeed while using the personal touch? Do we have any patience anymore? Can we see something through to the end and be happy we worked hard and long on a project, without having to get instant gratification and move to quicker to the next buyer of whatever we are selling? Doesn't there need to be some kind of balance between technology and the human touch? I think so.

I love my computer too. I 'm happy to have a convenient system to promote that will make people money. But have found few people interested in stopping and talking to me on a one on one basis. And forget it if you have questions. The attitude is that there's plenty out there to use to get answers on your own. Why bother with those who are not 'with it' enough to 'keep up'. ('However, for a cost of approximately $300.00 a month, we will be glad to let you in on our trade secrets and marketing strategies'). I'm serious here, that is really how it's going out there. That was an actual offer from one of the most 'happening' (so-called) groups of marketing pros on the Internet today.

All I'm saying is Systems Fail. People Work.

And, yes I have heard that said in Internet marketing circles online. It is however True. But, how about using some good old fashioned strategies to help people today?

The Old Fashioned Notions:

*Be Available – I actually talk to people on the Phone!
*Have Patience - Take time to Help People
*Listen and be Willing to Learn - For goodness sake, you are not the guru of the universe. Enough with the mentorship *Respect Others - Realize everyone has something to contribute *Treat People Kindly - Allow people to express their emotions! When I am frustrated, I cry! Or when I am happy, I cry! – Its called being 'Human'
Get Over it!

The reason for writing this is because of actual experiences I have had in the last six or so months. Since I am new at this, I have been seeking to learn the what, why, how, when, and where. I've spent hours listening on conference calls, talked to marketing professionals new and old, and have received numerous offers from automated email telling me I must do this or do that. I wonder sometimes, when this trend is going to end? I suppose that as a society we have forgotten that technology is a tool. It is Not The One controlling the show.

We are human beings, and need to remember, that the people seeking to improve their lives, (you know- the one you blew off because you thought they were too green, or too slow or too stupid – you know- the one you hung up on, or lied to about having a meeting to go to – that same one) are human beings also. We are people. Not leads. Not machines. I want to prosper. I want to earn money. I want to have more. But I also want to remember that people are Human Beings. Don't we have any respect for that anymore?

_marlene

How far has the New Generation Slipped? Look into a page from that time and judge for yourself. Read an Excerpt from The Greening of America, by Charles Reich, 1970:

http://www.superseventies.com/greening.html