"Henry Russell's Last Words" Diana Jones

Henry Russell's Last Words Lyrics

Diana Jones

Still alive, but the air is getting bad
Oh how I love you Mary
I have made my peace with God
Oh how I love you Mary


You did not ask why I go down in the mine
Oh how I love you Mary
It was for the children, it was for better times
Oh how I love you Mary


Stay in America and give the kids a home
Oh how I love you Mary
Marry another, you should not be alone
Oh how I love you Mary


We are weakening, our hearts are beating fast
Oh how I love you Mary
We think about our families and we do not feel bad
Oh how I love you Mary


They will lay me in a pauper's grave
Oh how I love you Mary
Tell my father my soul is saved
Oh how I love you Mary


Meet me in heaven, I'll wait for you there
Oh how I love you Mary
Oh how I love you Mary
Oh how I love you Mary
 Oh how I love you Mary 




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"Florida" Patty Griffin

"Florida"
Patty Griffin

A couple of young girls went

Sailing down A1A

Into the arms of Florida

Sailing down a highway

Singing their heads off

Protected by the holy ghosts

Flying in from the ocean

Driving with their eyes close

The night wants to kiss you deep

And be on his way

Pretend he don't know you the very next day

Isn't it hard sometimes

Isn't it lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me

You slide down into the seat

From twelve hours on your feet

And get the tide to wash you away

For thousands and thousands of days

And someone you never meet

Signs a check you get every week

You try and you still can't forget

All the strangers that you have met

The night never owed you nothing anyway

Makes promises that he never intends to keep every day

Isn't it hard sometimes

Isn't lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me

Every time, every year

The travelers come and go

You see them landing with their pale wings

And flying back to the snow

And the summer comes marching in

With his heavy boots on

Kicking along the blacktop

Sidewalks of A1A

The young girls in their bare feet

Cigarettes smoking

Looking every which way

Wishing and hoping

And you want the night just to let you sleep

And be on his way

Wrap you up in some cool sheets

And have nothing to say

Isn't hard sometimes

Isn't it lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me

Isn't hard sometimes

Isn't it lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me


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Halftime Show/University of Hawaii Women's Basketball Game 11-01-31

University of Hawaii Rainbow Wahine Baskeball Halftime Show

Angel Island Immigration Station Poetry 1910 - 1940

Angel Island Immigration Station Poetry 1910 - 1940 These telling poems were written by overseas Chinese on the walls of the Angel Island Immigration station, located in the San Francisco bay. Between 1910 and 1940, as many as 175,000 Chinese immigrants were detained and processed at Angel Island. Because of the Chinese Exclusion Act, Angel Island served more as a detention and deportation center than an immigration processing center. Thousands of Chinese were detained and interrogated at the barracks in a prison-like atmosphere for weeks, months or years. Life for the detainees was strange, stressful, demoralizing, and humiliating. Separated from family members, they were placed in crowded communal living quarters. One hundred persons would sleep in bunk beds, three high in columns, in a room about 1,000 square feet. Also see our film: Island of Secret Memories There are tens of thousands of poems on these walls They are all cries of suffering and sadness The day I am rid of this prison and become successful I must remember that this chapter once existed I must be frugal in my dailyneeds Needless extravagance usually leads to ruin All my compatriots should remember China Once you have made some small gains, you should return home early. Written by one from Heungshan The sea-scape resembles lichen twisting and turning for a thousand li.' There is no shore to land and it is difficult to walk. With a gentle breeze I arrived at the city thinking all would be so. At ease, how was one to know he was to live in a wooden building? Because my house had bare walls, I began rushing all about. The waves are happy, laughing "Ha-ha!" When I arrived on Island, I heard I was forbidden to land. I could do nothing but frown and feel angry at heaven. In the quiet of night, I heard, faintly, the whistling of wind. The forms and shadows saddened me; upon seeing the landscape, I composed a poem. The floating clouds, the fog, darken the sky. The moon shines faintly as the insects chirp. Grief and bitterness entwined are heaven sent. The sad person sits alone, leaning by a window. America has power, but not justice. In prison, we were victimized as if we were guilty. Given no opportunity to explain, it was really brutal. I bow my head in reflection but there is nothing I can do. I am distressed that we Chinese are in this wooden building It is actually racial barriers which cause difficulties on Yingtai Island. Even while they are tyrannical they still claim to be humanitarian. I should regret my taking the risks of coming in the first place. I thoroughly hate the barbarians because they do not respect justice. They continually promulgate harsh laws to show off their prowess. They oppress the overseas Chinese and also violate treaties. They examine for hookworms and practice hundreds of despotic acts. This is a message to those who live here not to worry excessively. Instead, you must cast your idle worries to the flowing stream. Experiencing a little ordeal is not hardship. Napoleon was once a prisoner on an island. Reference: Lai, Him Mark, Genny Lim, and Judy Yung, Island Poetry and History of Chinese Immigrants on Angel Island, 1910-1940, Seattle: University of Washington Press, 1991.