Quotes and lyrical snippets…

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You guys know how it goes:

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
Inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will
shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
Anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know
My name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee

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I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.

In time the curtain-edges will grow light.

Till then I see what’s really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse

—The good not done, the love not given, time

Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because

An only life can take so long to climb

Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;

But at the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid

No trick dispels. Religion used to try,

That vast moth-eaten musical brocade

Created to pretend we never die,

And specious stuff that says No rational being

Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing

That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,

A small unfocused blur, a standing chill

That slows each impulse down to indecision.

Most things may never happen: this one will,

And realisation of it rages out

In furnace-fear when we are caught without

People or drink. Courage is no good:

It means not scaring others. Being brave

Lets no one off the grave.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.

It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,

Have always known, know that we can’t escape,

Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.

Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring

In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring

Intricate rented world begins to rouse.

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.

Work has to be done.

Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

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Christian

Well, this nicely summarises how I feel about death.

I sometimes wonder how many people feel like this; terrified to the bone at the very fact of death. It seems to be surprisingly few, from the conversations I’ve had about this. Larkin puts it very well.

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You didn’t include me in your survey or Larrikin. How many death conversations have you had? I’ve had a fair few.

My least favourite was, “Life is but a continuous source of unrequited dreams. You only get your true reward when you die. I find that thought so comforting.”

(No I fucking don’t you crazy people). I said nothing.

 

[Christian]

Good to know you’re with me and Larkin, Bernadette!
(And presumably Tim, given that he’s posted this.)

Yeah, I’ve had a quite a few death conversations, too. It’s something that tends to come around when it’s gotten really late, most of the guests have left and but you’re holding on and having another drink.

What drives me up the wall is the one Larkin quotes, too – when someone says, well, if there’s nothing after death, you won’t know, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Because you won’t feel a thing.

This is when I shout “THAT’S THE FUCKING POINT!!!”

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Death is my gift but it’s kind of knackering.

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Christian

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

Christian wrote:

Good to know you’re with me and Larkin, Bernadette! (And presumably Tim, given that he’s posted this.)

Who’s Larkin? Some other person that works all day and gets half drunk at night?

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Christian

Anonymous wrote:

Christian wrote:

Good to know you’re with me and Larkin, Bernadette! (And presumably Tim, given that he’s posted this.)

Who’s Larkin? Some other person that works all day and gets half drunk at night?

Which is why I wrote Larrikin.

Are you okay?

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I am rarely okay, but I still like poetry.

My partner’s parents were friends (or maybe just acquaintances, but at least enough so that he was at their wedding) with Larkin.

Apparently he was an arse.

 

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Christian

Anonymous wrote:

I am rarely okay, but I still like poetry.

Me too.

I sent you a haiku. I hope it helps a wee bit.

DavidM wrote:

My partner’s parents were friends (or maybe just acquaintances, but at least enough so that he was at their wedding) with Larkin.

Apparently he was an arse.

 

In fairness, while most celebrities would disappoint you by being an arse, Larkin would disappoint you if he wasn’t.

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DavidM, njerry

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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njerry

DavidM wrote:

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

FUCK YOU!!!!!

I believe Fear of Death is why many religions exist. People can’t cope with the notion so they go to church and get told about Heaven or reincarnation. The problem then becomes one of faith(which is positive) or suspension of disbelief i.e. all the people who believe Trump is going to save them from the virus despite the much evidence to the contrary (which is negative)

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Todd

Refresh time. see funny pictures for explanation

 

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Todd

Serenity now

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Dave

Not until we’ve finished Firefly.

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DavidM, Christian

I was just in the middle of typing something Firefly related. You beat me to it.

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Christian, Dave

And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
and, looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly.

And I dreamed I was flying,
and high up above my eyes could clearly see
the Statue of Liberty sailing away to sea.

And I dreamed I was flying…

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Todd

Dave wrote:

Not until we’ve finished Firefly.

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me

Take me out to the black
Tell ’em I ain’t coming back
Burn the land, boil the sea
You can’t take the sky from me

There’s no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
You can’t take the sky from me

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Rocket, Dave, Christian, Todd

Now you can tear a building down
But you can’t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can’t see

I ain’t no glamour boy
I’m fierce

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JRCarter

(inspired by Miqque on another thread)

There’s a world where I can go
And tell my secrets to
In my room, In my room

In this world I lock out
All my worries and my fears
In my room, In my room

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now it’s dark and I’m alone
But I won’t be afraid
In my room, In my room

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Al-x

FIGHT THE POWER

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Todd, JRCarter

(inspired by Anders and Arjan from another thread)

I got a new plan, the idea is real cool
I decided to go to a gymnastics school
There I found out that I’m not alone
Suffering from this flat-chested syndrome
So when I wake up or go back into bed
I remember the wise words that my teacher said,
“If you want your man to drown in your lust,
You must, you must, increase your bust.”

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Todd

“I am Akivasha! I am the woman who never died, who never grew old! Who fools say was lifted from the earth by the gods, in the full bloom of her youth and beauty, to queen it for ever in some celestial clime! Nay, it is in the shadows that mortals find immortality! Ten thousand years ago I died to live for ever! Give me your lips, strong man!”

Rocket wrote:

I got a new plan, the idea is real cool I decided to go to a gymnastics school There I found out that I’m not alone Suffering from this flat-chested syndrome So when I wake up or go back into bed I remember the wise words that my teacher said, “If you want your man to drown in your lust, You must, you must, increase your bust.”

I believe that’s the tale-as-old-as-time of how benchpress was invented.

Not something I need to be concerned about.

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Bruce, njerry, Todd, JRCarter

Jeez Dave, you could at least look me in the eye whilst talking to me.

But then that’s my fault for wearing the wrong clothes.

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Todd

So long and thanks for all the fish

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njerry

Now I’m in my car
I got the radio on
I’m yellin’ at the kids in the back seat
‘Cause they’re bangin’ like Charlie Watts

You think you’ve come so far
In this one horse town
Then she’s laughin’ that crazy laugh
‘Cause you haven’t left the parkin’ lot

I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was

Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there’s a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boys’ heads
Sometimes on a Friday I’ll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it’s two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She says when she feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about

Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Now I think I’m going down to the well tonight
And I’m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of, well time slips away
And leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of

Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Won’t you call my private number
We can go away for the summer

We can drive around with the top down
Stereo turned up loud with a fat sound
‘Cause I’m yours to keep if you want to

But I hear that you wanna ditch me
But you know I’m not such a bad seed

We can drive around with the top down
Stereo turned up loud with a fat sound
‘Cause I’m yours to keep if you want to

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njerry

That song is on my Running playlist, Anders, and I always smile when I hear it (unless I’m running uphill in the rain).

njerry wrote:

That song is on my Running playlist, Anders, and I always smile when I hear it (unless I’m running uphill in the rain).

I love Teddybears STHLM, some of their tracks have something so crisp it’s both timeless and modern… And I say modern, but that track is like 20 years old. If you like to run by tracks like that and need new material, let me know. I have loads of playlists sorted by “sound” :D

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njerry

You’re dead, Carl. You say “no” to life and therefore, you’re not living. You make up excuses to the people around you and to yourself. You’re stuck in the same dead-end job you’ve had for years. You don’t have a girlfriend. You don’t have anything close to a girlfriend. And you lost the love of your life because she couldn’t be with someone who didn’t live theirs. And on most nights you’re so bored and filled with ennui, you can’t even summon the enthusiasm necessary to masturbate. Am I right, Carl?

I said hey Senorita that’s astute
I said why don’t we get together
And call ourselves an institute

Now on to ‘Badd Ass’ Billy Gunn. The Rock understands what took place. The night you won King of the Ring, you got down on your knees, put your little hands together and said a prayer, and it sounded like this: “Oh Dear God, you see, my name’s Billy. And I just won King of the Ring. But there’s just one problem: everyone still thinks that I ABSOLUTELY SUCK!”

Et tu Brut?

ROMANI ITE DOMUM

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Christian

Always…

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on

Please allow me to introduce myself…

Anonymous wrote:

ROMANI ITE DOMUM

Illegitimi non carborundum

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Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside that red firelight?
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin’ world go ’round

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Todd

njerry wrote:

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et cum iustis non scribantur.

 

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Bruce

He’s a real Nowhere man…

Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.

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Todd

Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!

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njerry, Dave

By shallow rivers to whose falls melodious birds sing madrigals.

(That’s a quote from something but I don’t know where I heard it).

[DavidM]

Rachel Newton sings it on the album The Elizabethan Session. The lyric is from a poem by Marlowe. I don’t recall the title without the CD handy,  but I’m sure that’s enough for you to track it down :)

Edit: the poem is from the point of view of a shepherd lad trying to tell a maiden how awesome love is. In the song it segues into Raleigh’s response, which goes something like “No it isn’t, you soppy pillock” (except, you know, in more Raleighian language).

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Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

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DavidM

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Thank you both.

It came into my head when I was reading Anders and Tim.

Eliot + Pastoral: I used to be acquainted with a poet who spoke like he’d dandered out of the Regency era. He always carried an umbrella (T.S. Eliot collected them) and was forever quoting something or other. He dressed like he’d picked random theatre costume combos in the dark.

P.S. You should recite more poetry to me, Tim.

Been listening to The Tiger Lillies almost obsessively for a couple of days.

I’m crucifying Jesus, banging in the nails
And I am so happy, because old Jesus failed
I’m crucifying Jesus, nail him to the cross
The poor old bastard bleeds to death and I don’t give a toss

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m crucifying Jesus, in my piss he bathes
I think I am a pervert, I think I am depraved
I’m crucifying Jesus, beat him to a pulp
I stick my organ in his mouth and on it he must gulp

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails
I’m bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

You see that crown of thorns upon his head?
Well that was my idea
I think I might be going to hell
Oh dear!

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

I’m bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Banging in the nails

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Christian

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew<
And through it all, whenever there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall

And being what you might call a whore
Always worked for me before
Now I’m a shabby doll

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Todd

Brave men tell the truth
A wise mans tools are analogies and puzzles
A woman holds her tongue
Knowing silence will speak for her

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Todd

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

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njerry, Todd

Sit yourself down, girl
And talk to me
And tell me what’s on your mind
Don’t you keep on tellin’ me everything’s okay
Cause if it was
Then you wouldn’t be cryin’

He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac
‘Cause he doesn’t like it looking like he looks back

I don’t remember anymore what I used to be
There was a fire burning strong inside of me

Just like the soothing loving warmth of summer sun

Oh, I had this thing to call my own
I had this thing to call my own

I was a lonely man with empty arms to fill.
Then I found a piece of happiness to call my own.
And life is worth living again.
For to love you to me is to live.

I was gonna die young
Now I gotta wait for you, honey

There’ve been times in my life
I’ve been wondering why
Still, somehow I believed we’d always survive
Now, I’m not so sure you’re waiting to hear
One good reason to try
But what more can I say
What’s left to provide

My post has vanished. Weird, it says in the pub I wrote the last post in this thread, but after an edit it just vanished. Well… I live, I die, I try again.

Anyone here listening to or familiar with synthband Star Pilot On Channel K (S.P.O.C.K.)? Top candidate: @lorcan_nagle

They’re no lyrical masterminds, I admit, but I found them at an impressionable age and to this day love them for doing their thing and for being one of the few notable swedish synth bands that dared to have fun on stage at the time.

Senior ship’s surgeon since ’66
Multitalented, knows all the tricks
Been almost everywhere in the galaxy
Traveled time and changed history
Has a running feud with a green-blooded man
Takes every opportunity to argue if he can
He’s one of a kind, says what’s on his mind
You might think he’s complaining when you here him saying

He’s a doctor – not an escalator
He’s a doctor – not a bricklayer
He’s a doctor – not a shuttle-conductor
And everybody knows him as Dr McCoy

He’s a doctor – not an engineer
He’s a doctor – and not a magician
He’s a doctor – not a psychiatrist
And you know that I’m talking about Dr McCoy

Doesn’t like transporters at all
Prefers a shuttle if possible
Suffered once from Xenopolycytemia
Married twice, has a daughter, Joanna
Charged with murder of Klingon Chancellor
Managed to escape with a fellow officer
Doesn’t make house calls, had a katra in his head
Cures a rainy day and wakes up the dead

He’s a doctor – not an escalator
He’s a doctor – not a bricklayer
He’s a doctor – not a shuttle-conductor
And everybody knows him as Dr McCoy

He’s a doctor – not an engineer
He’s a doctor – and not a magician
He’s a doctor – not a psychiatrist
And you know that I’m talking about Dr McCoy

Curious? Click here.

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DavidM

they should have included “He’s dead Jim” into the lyrics

Rocket wrote:

they should have included “He’s dead Jim” into the lyrics

They do! I haven’t noticed its not in the copied lyrics until you said so, but of course it’s in the song (right here).

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Rocket

Suddenly, life has new meaning to me
there’s beauty up above
and things we never take notice of
You wake up, and suddenly you’re in love

Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous?

Call me naïve, but I’ve only just noticed the sub-text in Hermione’s Wand

I’m just a piece of wood, a little piece of wood
But I’d like to become Hermione’s wand
I’m just a piece of wood, a teeny piece of wood
But I’d like to grow up to be something special

Oh what fun I could have with Hermione
I’d be hers and she’d be mine
The magic times we’d spend together
When she needs a wand I’ll give her a sign
A tiny little sign, then she will be mine

I’d like to be Hermione’s wand
Not a plank in a rowing boat on a pond
So whittle, whittle, whittle away
Come on Hermione make my day
Pick me, pick me, ’cause I’ll pick you
Pick me and make my dreams come true

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Christian

Ding, dinka, dong in tuff sülwesternatta
al boreal neon et terrans glace;
antiko anno kojas quasi kass…
ding rekviem sür akva et rabatta.

Ding in novella et dong wæck senilo
in tremulant annal-moment primær.
Ding wæck la bluff ex tellus’ landamær,
et dong in pravda pro noj instabilo.

– Alfredo Tennyfilio

Just listened to this on random and thought the lyrics are great. the emboldened lines really helped me.

 

And I ain’t tryna mess with your self-expression

But I’ve learned a lesson that stressin’ and obsessin’ ’bout somebody else is no fun

And snakes and stones never broke my bones

So oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

You need to calm down, you’re being too loud

And I’m just like oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)

You need to just stop

Like can you just not step on my gown?

You need to calm down

You are somebody that we don’t know

But you’re comin’ at my friends like a missile

Why are you mad?

When you could be GLAAD? (You could be GLAAD)

Sunshine on the street at the parade

But you would rather be in the dark age

Just makin’ that sign must’ve taken all night

You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace

And control your urges to scream about all the people you hate

‘Cause shade never made anybody less gay

So oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

You need to calm down, you’re being too loud

And I’m just like oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)

You need to just stop

Like can you just not step on his gown?

You need to calm down

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njerry

Don’t have to be rich to be my girl…

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JRCarter

De do run run run
De do run run

Al-x wrote:

De do run run run
De do run run

I have no detailed insights, but I’m guessing there is a reason why that song is named Da Doo Ron Ron…

You’re mistaking al-x recalibration sounds for lyrics.

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Christian, njerry, Todd

Fitting for the times

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light;

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

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I shall tiptoe ever so gently.

And say my glory was I had such a friend as thee

I do love Yeats

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Come away…to the waters and the wild…hand in hand, for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

I love his Song of Wandering Aengus too.

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I touched my own face in the mirror to feel if I still exist.

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Todd

Anonymous wrote:

I touched my own face in the mirror to feel if I still exist.

If your reflection was doing that and you weren’t, something has gone wrong somewhere.

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Todd

[JRCarter]

(I’m free!)

Heaven helps the man who fights his fear

Love’s the only thing that keeps me here

(I’m free!)

You’re the reason that I’m hanging on

My heart’s staying where my heart belongs

(I’m free!)

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Todd

I know a woman, Became a wife
These are the very words she uses To describe her life
She said a good day Ain’t got no rain
She said a bad day’s when I lie in bed And think of things that might have been

—

There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say
“Whoa, so this is what she means”

—

They’ve got a wall in China It’s a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners They made it strong
I’ve got a wall around me You can’t even see
It took a little time To get next to me

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Rocket

It’s a turn-around jump shot
It’s everybody jump start
It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
Think of the boy in the bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart
And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry, don’t cry

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njerry

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

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njerry

<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1rem; color: #343434; font-family: ‘Poets Electra’, Georgia, ‘Times New Roman’, serif; font-size: 13.68px;”>And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />And live alone in the bee-loud glade.</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1rem; color: #343434; font-family: ‘Poets Electra’, Georgia, ‘Times New Roman’, serif; font-size: 13.68px;”>And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />And evening full of the linnet’s wings.</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1rem; color: #343434; font-family: ‘Poets Electra’, Georgia, ‘Times New Roman’, serif; font-size: 13.68px;”>I will arise and go now, for always night and day<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,<br style=”box-sizing: border-box;” />I hear it in the deep heart’s core</p>

How annoying

The formatting

It’s all right. I’m good at reading between the lines. Anyway, I know it off by heart so I can recite it for you.

I’ve been writing all the words this morning. How many are too many?

What’s going on?

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JRCarter

And the band played on…

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JRCarter

Anonymous wrote:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

My dad has that poem framed on his living room wall. This is my favorite of the musical adaptations:

Ladies and gentlemen, those magnificent examples of
Female pulchritude and luminosity, direct from their
Global perambulations to the very boards of this
Supremely magnificent proscenium arch – ladies and
Gentlemen; i give you famous groupies!

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much
For me to take…

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JRCarter

Still we’ll sing to our heroes 33 rounds per minute, We’re never going home until the sun says we’re finished,                       I’ll love you forever if I ever loved at all. Wild hearts, blue jeans and white t-shirts…

And we waited for sirens that never come, and we only write by the moon,

Every word handwritten.