{"id":4925,"date":"2013-04-12T06:00:27","date_gmt":"2013-04-12T10:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allandouglas.com\/blog\/?p=4925"},"modified":"2025-04-21T01:56:40","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T05:56:40","slug":"a-blog-with-no-name","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/a-blog-with-no-name\/","title":{"rendered":"A Blog With No Name"},"content":{"rendered":"

A few people (mostly young people) have asked me about the tag line for this blog (Writing Through the Desert on a Blog with No Name)<\/em>.\u00a0 What in the world does THAT mean?\u00a0\u00a0 Those in my age bracket will most likely get the reference.\u00a0 For the Paduans among us, it’s a reference to an old song; one of my favorites.\u00a0 Perhaps this will help clear things up – just for fun.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>America: A Horse With No Name<\/h2>\n
Songwriters: BUNNELL, DEWEY<\/div>\n
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On the first part of the journey,
\nI was looking at all the life.
\nThere were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
\nThere was sand and hills and rings.
\nThe first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
\nAnd the sky, with no clouds.
\nThe heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
\nBut the air was full of sound.I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
\nIt felt good to be out of the rain.
\nIn the desert you can remember your name,
\n‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
\nLa, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la<\/div>\n
After two days, in the desert sun,
\nMy skin began to turn red.
\nAfter three days, in the desert fun,
\nI was looking at a river bed.
\nAnd the story it told, of a river that flowed,
\nMade me sad to think it was dead.<\/div>\n
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
\nIt felt good to be out of the rain.
\nIn the desert you can remember your name,
\n‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la<\/div>\n
After nine days, I let the horse run free,
\n‘Cause the desert had turned to sea.
\nThere were plants and birds, and rocks and things,
\nThere was sand and hills and rings.
\nThe ocean is a desert, with it’s life underground,
\nAnd a perfect disguise above.
\nUnder the cities lies, a heart made of ground,
\nBut the humans will give no love.<\/div>\n
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
\nIt felt good to be out of the rain.
\nIn the desert you can remember your name,
\n‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
\nLa la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la<\/div>\n
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