Rock musician's encounter with entities

by **hanshan** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:29 pm

<img src="http://www.tastingmenu.com/media/2004/20040206-innatlittlewashington/images/02-Pouring%20Hot%20Chocolate.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Never could believe the things you do to me, Never could believe the way you are. Every day I bless the day that you got through to me, 'Cause baby, I believe that you're a star. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth (yes, the truth) Making love to you is such a thrill. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's no lie (yes, no lie) You never fail to satisfy (satisfy) Never could explain just what was happening to me, Just one touch of you and I'm a flame. Baby, it's amazing just how wonderful it is That the things we like to do are just the same. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth (yes, the truth) Making love to you is such a thrill. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's no lie (yes, no lie) You never fail to satisfy (satisfy) Let's do it again. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth (yes, the truth) Making love to you is such a thrill. Everyone's a winner, baby, that's no lie (yes, no lie) You never fail to satisfy (satisfy) Oh, baby Oh, baby Oh, baby...<img src="http://www.morphist.com/morphistCover.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Ooh, ooh, ah Now, I told you so you ought to know (ooh,ooh,ah) It takes some time for a feeling to grow (ooh,ooh,ah) You're so close now I can't let you go (ooh,ooh,ah) And I can't let go With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel With you I might try my secrets to reveal For you are a magnet and I am steel I can't hope that I'll hold you for long (ooh,ooh,ah) You're a woman who's lost in your song (ooh,ooh,ah) But the love that I feel is so strong (ooh,ooh,ah) And it can't be wrong With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel With you I might try my secrets to reveal For you are a magnet and I am steel With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel With you I might try my secrets to reveal For you are a magnet and I am steel For you are a magnet and I am steel For you are a magnet and I am steel <img src="http://www.alalba.it/MitoIcaro.jpg" style="border:0;"/> I hear your name whispered on the wind It's a sound that makes me cry I hear a song blow again and again Through my mind and I don't know why I wish I didn't feel so strong about you Like happiness and love revolve around you <img src="http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/000Images/oim/odysseus.gif" style="border:0;"/> Trying to catch your heart Is like trying to catch a star So many people love you baby That must be what you are<img src="http://www.latigrec.ch/alte_sprachen/odysseus/images/Odysseus.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Waiting for a star to fall And carry your heart into my arms That's where you belong In my arms baby, yeah<img src="http://www.geschiedenisvoorkinderen.nl/fotootjes/Grieken/goden%20beschreven/Odysseus%20en%20de%20sirenen.jpg" style="border:0;"/> I've learned to feel what I cannot see But with you I lose that vision I don't know how to dream your dream So I'm all caught up in superstition I want to reach out and pull you to me Who says I should let a wild one go free <img src="http://www.1st-art-gallery.com/artists/Joseph%20Mallord%20William%20Turner/Odysseus%20Deriding%20Polyphemus.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Trying to catch your heart Is like trying to catch a star But I can't love you this much baby And love you from this far<img src="http://www.ticketsbti.cz/WBS/cz/pic/specialni/odysseus.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Waiting for a star to fall And carry your heart into my arms That's where you belong In my arms baby, yeah<img src="http://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/sagen_klassisches_altertum/gustav_schwab/images/polyphem.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Waiting (however long...) I don't like waiting (I'll wait for you...) It's so hard waiting (don't be too long...) Seems like waiting (makes me love you even more...)<img src="http://www.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/1/13/300px-Odysseus_And_Nausica%E4_-_Project_Gutenberg_eText_13725.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Waiting for a star to fall And carry your heart into my arms That's where you belong In my arms baby, yeah <img src="http://unjlc.org/content/item.phtml/itemId/12127" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.maxe-online.de/ags/Musiktheater/odysseus/odysseus_dk.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.lettl.de/pics/m057.jpg" style="border:0;"/> beautiful photos artiste tx ....

by **proldic** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 2:19 pm

Homage to Hendrix past due Seattle Times 8/3/05 The other day my 3-year-old son, Oscar, was looking at the birds and planes when he said: "Dad, I want to fly into the sky." Moments like these are bittersweet. Sweet because such dreamy optimism is inspiring. Bitter because my 40-year-old mind imagines realities that may come between hopeful Oscar and his sky-high flight plan. Which explains why I was brought to tears by Seattle writer Charles Cross' rich new biography on Jimi Hendrix, "Room Full of Mirrors." The book, released yesterday, is the first to tell the story of the guitar superstar's upbringing in Seattle's Central District. In the scene that got to me, Hendrix is 15. He roams the CD like "a stray dog," Cross writes, lugging a guitar on his back and mourning his mom, who died from too much drink. Late one night his aunt, Delores Hall, hears a noise and finds Jimi sitting on her front porch, gazing up into the night. "One of these days, I'm going to astral project myself up into the skies," he says. "I'll be going to the stars and the moon. I want to go up to the sky, from star to star." Here's a teenager raised in halfway houses and foster homes. Who scrounged for discarded hamburgers. Who had few of the advantages handed to kids like my son. Yet somehow he keeps dreaming with foolish innocence. And pulls it off — astral projecting himself a few years later into one of the great musicians of the 20th century. Seattle has been dithering for more than 20 years whether Hendrix deserves a proper memorial. A street in his name, a plaque, anything. Some say he wasn't a good role model for kids because he used drugs and died of an overdose of sleeping pills at 27. All the city has done is install a heated rock with Hendrix's name on it in the African savannah exhibit at the city zoo. We ought to be ashamed of ourselves. Cross' book makes clear: Hendrix isn't just a hero for his music. He's a hero because he overcame extreme poverty to realize a childhood dream. He did it in a way that bridged racial divides, even though he was a victim of racism. He still resonates with teens today. Hendrix's estate sells $8 million in records and merchandise yearly, much of it to fans who weren't born when he died in 1970. "The guy has been dead for 35 years, yet I'm always hearing from 15-, 16-year-old kids who have become fascinated with him and what he survived in his life," Cross said. It's way past time for this city to honor Hendrix. Not just Hendrix the guitar god, but Hendrix the hometown kid... Just make it a kids' place, where young people can wander by to look at him. To hear his story. And then to sit and gaze dreamily up at the sky. <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002417672_danny03.html">seattletimes.nwsource.com...nny03.html</a>

by **Sweejak** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 3:34 am

KID CHARLEMAGNE LYRICS While the music played you worked by candlelight Those san francisco nights You were the best in town Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl You turned it on the world That’s when you turned the world around Did you feel like jesus Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene But yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home Every a-frame had your number on the wall You must have had it all You’d go to l.a. on a dare And you’d go it alone Could you live forever Could you see the day Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away Chorus: Get along, get along kid charlemagne Get along kid charlemagne Now your patrons have all left you in the red Your low rent friends are dead This life can be very strange All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face They’ve joined the human race Some things will never change Son you were mistaken You are obsolete Look at all the white men on the street Chorus Clean this mess up else we’ll all end up in jail Those test tubes and the scale Just get them all out of here Is there gas in the car Yes, there’s gas in the car I think the people down the hall Know who you are

by **seemslikeadream** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 10:38 am

<img src="http://www.afterimagegallery.com/barnbaumbasin.jpg" style="border:0;"/> 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." <img src="http://www.spacew.com/gallery/image003746.jpg" style="border:0;"/> I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." <img src="http://www.mnhs.org/places/sites/srl/images/Edmundpainting.jpg" style="border:0;"/> She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don’t know why I fell so ceaselessly Could it be he’s taking over me... I’m dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroin/e She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on He, who is chosen by she Here I go and I don’t know why I spin so ceaselessly, Could it be he’s taking over me... She is re-creation She, intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she ... Here I go and I don’t know why, I spin so ceaselessly, ’til I lose my sense of gravity... oh God I fell for you ... The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself Grave visitations What is it that calls to us? Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined? We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms And whirl on a pane of glass An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women. oh God I fell for you ... <img src="http://www.maps-charts.com/images/24.12%20South%20Wall%20Lighthouse%20-%2024.12.jpg" style="border:0;"/>

by **hanshan** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 12:10 pm

<img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1572522194.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://jonandtania.com/t_portfolio/early/nico.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://staff.bath.ac.uk/pysdw/ruby.gif" style="border:0;"/> If you close the door, the night could last forever Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never All the people are dancing and they're havin such fun I wish it could happen to me <img src="http://www.rosydawngardens.com/images/coleus/rubylaser.jpg" style="border:0;"/> but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. If you close the door, the night could last forever, Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never<img src="http://www.hhr-lasers.com/graphics/5beams.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes and say hello -- you're my very special one-- but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again.<img src="http://webpages.charter.net/kegbot/images/Fog_n_laser1.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Dark cloudy bars Shiny Cadillac cars and the people on subways and trains Looking gray in the rain As they stand disarrayed And if you close the door, the night could last forever.<img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/paladin_iron_works/shot3.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never all the people are dancing and they're having such fun I wish it could happen to me 'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. I'd never have to see the day again. (once more) I'd never have to see the day again. ....

by **giffy034** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 7:22 pm

<img src="http://rateyourmusic.com/album_images/2325.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Castles Made Of Sand Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" As she slams the door in his drunken face And now he stands outside And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool He cries "Oh, girl you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had?" Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually A little indian brave before he was ten, Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends And he built up a dream that when he grew up He would be a fearless warrior indian chief Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown 'Cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore And to her legs she smiled "you won't hurt me no more" But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say "look a golden winged ship is passing my way" And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going... And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

by **robertdreed** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 8:39 pm

Castles Made Of Sand is a beautiful song. And there's a real melody there. Fuzzed-out Space Age guitar and all. Tragic, wistful...hopeful. I think there's a place for hope. Don't let it be stolen from you. Hope is just "good wishes." There are a lot of good "hope", "fare-thee-well" songs out there. Old folk songs. Gordon Lightfoot's "All The Lovely Ladies" is a great one in that tradition. I think "hope" is key to appreciating songs like that, or singing them. "Hope- false or true?" Irrelevant. Hope depends on a "maybe", once "false" or "true", it turns into something else. Sure, sometimes you've been disappointed. But haven't you ever had anything pay off? This next lyric, "Get Up, Jonah" is about a subject entirely different from "hope." Tangential to it, perhaps. From Charity Of Night, by Bruce Cockburn, one of the 10 best records of the 1990s, imo-- (sorry about the lack of HTML- maybe I'll get to fonts and colors later) SONGS: -- Get Up Jonah -- 10 October 1995. Halton Hills. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Found on: The Charity Of Night (1996) Lyrics: ( I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers It didn't take long - I don't know much about Turkish drummers - But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes Who'd been in the Afghan secret police Who made the observation That it's hard To live Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang - and it occurred to me I was thinking about all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else... Isn't that just what secret police are all about??? ) Somebody stands in a window Watches the river roll Trains rumble in the foreground With the weight of approaching dawn Flames from the refinery Rise broken, red and riveting And the high vault of heaven Looks far away and cold There's howling in the factory yard There's pounding in my head I'm swollen up with unshed tears Bloated like the dead... (Instrumental break) Blood and ashes - time burning On the skyline dark against the stars A solitary horseman - waiting Lashed to the wheel Whipping into the storm Get up, Jonah It's your time to be born [ with Ani DiFranco on wordless vocals toward the end ] <a href="http://cockburnproject.net/">cockburnproject.net/</a> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=robertdreed>robertdreed</A> at: 8/5/05 7:44 pm

by **griffy034** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 11:53 pm

robert - cool take on castles and hope. never got into gordon lightfoot much but i did drive the carefree highway once. arizona's a state with some whacked place names - cyclopic, tuba city, chloride, bumble bee, happy jack, why, nothing, bagdad. and wheres bagdad you ask? pretty close to nothing. here's another one i like from jimi - but i dig all his stuff, he was peerless. <img src="http://www.popculturecrazy.com/topten/are%20you%20experienced.jpg" style="border:0;"/> The Wind Cries Mary After all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed, you can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. Somewhere a Queen is weeping, somewhere a King has no wife. And the wind it cries Mary. The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed, The tiny island sags downstream 'Cos the life that they lived is dead. And the wind screams Mary. Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past, And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom It whispers, "No, this will be the last." And The Wind Cries Mary.

by **robertdreed** » Sat Aug 06, 2005 12:22 am

Even those records of Jimi playing in a garage band, it was still Jimi Hendrix. yeah, those Arizona place names..."Hi-Jolly." For Hajj-ali, an Arab who brought camels to the Arizona desert, intending to start a caravan business. I've driven the Carefree Highway. It runs out of Phoenix, to Carefree. Gordon Lightfoot is oft regarded as some sort of sap. That probably has to do with the one-time overplaying of his waltz-time dirge, "The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald", by FM pop radio. It was as if they were using it as an example of a long song, so that no one would ever want to hear one again. But I like Gord's voice, and the players in his bands usually cook. And he's written lots of better songs... a lot of the best ones hardly ever get heard on the radio. Although his lyrics generally trend toward the obvious, that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=robertdreed>robertdreed</A> at: 8/5/05 10:40 pm

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by **seemslikeadream** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:44 am

<img src="http://perso.wanadoo.fr/lp-covers/YES/YESinaword.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Hold your head up high you know you’ve Come a long way, a long way Tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say Temptation may come hope your vision doesn’t stray In the name of God you may be forced away Moving forward to the only place you know Side tracked by some indiscretion Changing as you go Temptation may come hope your Conscience doesn’t hide The longest trip you’ll take is inside <img src="http://yesworld.com/gallery/images/albums/Relayer.jpg" style="border:0;"/> It’s the last time telling myself everything Call me over then bring me back again It’s the last chance telling myself That I believe Your forever is mine and all I need Now life tell me now in your arms All I really need is you by my side I sing this to you all the world and all it is I bring this to you this gift of love And the world turns and the world turns Time tells all we know we look to it Jesus on the radio Pledge me what you got I’ll give you Eternal resting spot How intense I pray depends on how much you pay <img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002IQM5M.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="border:0;"/> It’s the last time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring It’s the first time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring Fear strikes deeper than visionary Screams and tears never justify this love Talk talk listening Like the first words ever to reach out Talk talk Like the first sounds in a silent spring Talk talk listening Like the first words ever to reach out to you Talk talk Like the first sound you start to sing <img src="http://www.classicpictures.co.uk/covers/large/DVD8050X.jpg" style="border:0;"/> So take your time Look round and see The most in time is where you’re meant to be For they talk too loud And take the hope and peace from your heart We call this surrender Slowly towards the north And this endless dream giving ourselves everything We’re deserving we’re gonna bring it back again It’s the last time telling myself everything It’s the last time bring me back bring me back again <img src="http://perso.wanadoo.fr/lp-covers/YES/single.jpg" style="border:0;"/> When the world brings you down You can search you inside For the love you will find (bring me back home) When the world brings you down You can search you inside When the world brings you down I’ve waited so long When the world brings you down You gotta play this living game When the world brings you down So take your time Look round and see The most in time is where you’re meant to be For you are light Inside your dreams For you will find that it’s soomething That touches me <img src="http://donmarko99.free.fr/Yes/Yesshows.jpg" style="border:0;"/> You better walk it And talk it less you lose that beat Better lose yourself mama And knock yourself right off of your feet Yeah, if you’re moving too fast Want it to last You better walk it, talk it You better walk it as you talk it or you lose that beat You better walk it And talk it less you lose that beat Oh, you better move it mama And knock yourself right off of your feet Yeah, if you’re moving too fast Yet you want it to last You better walk it, talk it You better walk it as you talk it or you lose that beat You better walk it And talk it less you lose that beat Then move it mama And knock yourself right off of your feet Yeah, if you’re moving too fast Won’t you want it to last You better walk it, talk it You better walk it as you talk it or you lose that beat <img src="http://www.rarerecords.com.au/photos/15791-2.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Oh brother I can't, I can't get through I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do Oh brother I can't believe it's true I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you Oh I wanna talk to you You can take a picture of something you see In the future where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun Or write a song nobody has sung Or do something that's never been done Are you lost or incomplete? Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece? Tell me how do you feel? Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak And they're talking it to me <img src="http://www.progreviews.com/reviews/images/Yes-Drama.jpg" style="border:0;"/> So you take a picture of something you see In the future where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun Or a write a song nobody has sung Or do something that's never been done Do something that's never been done So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk And you feel like you're going where you've been before You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored Nothing's really making any sense at all Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk <img src="http://perso.wanadoo.fr/lp-covers/YES/key1int.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Some people ain't no damn good You can't trust 'em You can't love em No good deed goes unpunished And I don't mind being their whipping boy I've had that pleasure For years and years No, no I never was a sinner Tell me what else can I do Second best is what you get 'Til you learn to bend the rules Time respects no person And when you lift up must fall They're waiting outside To claim my crumblin' walls Saw my picture in the paper Read the news around my face And now some people Don't want to treat me the same When the walls Come tumblin' down When the walls Come crumblin', crumblin' When the walls Come tumblin', tumblin' Down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy That I'm uneducated And my opinipn means nothin' But I know I'm a real good dancer Don't need to look over my shoulder To see what I'm after Everybody's got their problems Ain't no new news here I'm the same old trouble You've been having for years Don't confuse the problem With the issue, girl It's perfectly clear Just a human desire To have you come near Want to put my arms around you Feel your breath in my ear You can bend me You can break me But you better stand clear When the walls Come tumblin' down When the walls Come crumblin', crumblin' When the walls Come tumblin', tumblin' Crumblin', tumblin' Down Want to put my arms around you Feel your breath in my ear You can bend me You can break me But you better stand clear When the walls (When the walls) Come tumblin' down When the walls Come crumblin', crumblin' When the walls Come tumblin', tumblin' Crumblin', tumblin' Down <img src="http://www.codehot.co.uk/images/lyricpics/rogerdean/YES_relayerB582.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Speaking confidentially The fire that burnt inside of me Has turned to ash the tortured tree That grows beside the anguished sea Speaking confidentially Speaking metaphorically The earth I trust beneath my feet Is moving now ever so slightly I shift my feet but feel no relief Speaking metaphorically Speaking hypothetically If the air you breathed was so unique Would you use it up to idly speak Or horde it for a rainy week Speaking hypothetically Speaking kind of cryptically The sea that raged beside the tree Burning bright for all to see It just might mean the most to me Speaking kind of cryptically <img src="http://www.teorekol.lu.se/internal/trop_ecol/gallery/images/061-Cryptic_butterflyl.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=seemslikeadream@rigorousintuition>seemslikeadream</A> at: 8/8/05 8:47 am

by **hanshan** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 11:55 am

<img src="http://www.ncf.ca/~ek867/kettleglass.jpg" style="border:0;"/> I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life Make the white queen run so fast she hasn't got time to make you a wife 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use Move me on to any black square Use me anytime you want Just remember that the goal Is for us to capture all we want, anywhere Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares Send an instant karma to me Initial it with loving care Don't surround yourself 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use Don't surround yourself with yourself Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares Send an instant karna to me Send an instant Initial it with loving care karma to me Don't surround yourself 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use  <img src="http://www.glassbeadgame.com/gifs/First%20Horoscope%20Crop2.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.ceptualinstitute.com/galleria/BobRose/GlassBead.jpg" style="border:0;"/> ....

by **robertdreed** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:58 pm

Just a minute before you leave, girl, Just a minute before you touch the door. What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl? Do you think we can talk about it some more? You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope, You know, it ain't even safe no more In the palace of the Pope. Don't fall apart on me tonight, I just don't think that I could handle it. Don't fall apart on me tonight, Yesterday's just a memory, Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be And I need you, yeah. Come over here from over there, girl, Sit down here. You can have my chair. I can't see us goin' anywhere, girl. The only place open is a thousand miles away and I can't take you there. I wish I'd have been a doctor, Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost, Maybe I'd have done some good in the world 'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed. Don't fall apart on me tonight, I just don't think that I could handle it. Don't fall apart on me tonight, Yesterday's just a memory, Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be And I need you, oh, yeah. I ain't too good at conversation, girl, So you might not know exactly how I feel, But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl, And build you a house made out of stainless steel. But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting That's hanging in the Louvre, My throat start to tickle and my nose itches But I know that I can't move. Don't fall apart on me tonight, I just don't think that I could handle it. Don't fall apart on me tonight, Yesterday's gone but the past lives on, Tomorrow's just one step beyond And I need you, oh, yeah. Who are these people who are walking towards you? Do you know them or will there be a fight? With their humorless smiles so easy to see through, Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right? Do you remember St. James Street Where you blew Jackie P.'s mind? You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet And laid his life on the line. Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl, No more booby traps and bombs, No more decadence and charm, No more affection that's misplaced, girl, No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms. What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants? He looked so baffled and so bewildered When he played and we didn't dance. Don't fall apart on me tonight, I just don't think that I could handle it. Don't fall apart on me tonight, Yesterday's just a memory, Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be And I need you, yeah.

by **robertdreed** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:48 pm

All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could know them one by one All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds Strolling in to take the ladies home Bless you all and keep you on the road to tenderness Heaven can be yours just for now. All the gentle strangers who by nature do not smile To everyone who cannot hold a pen To all you heavy rounders with a headache for your pains Who dread the thought of going 'round the bend Bless you all and keep you on the road to better things Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could kiss you while you knit To all the ones who learn to live with being second-guessed Whose job it is to give more than to get Bless you all and keep you with the strength to understand Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the little dreamers with a dream that cannot last To all the sleeping giants who must wake To every man who answers to the letter of the law And all the rest imprisoned by mistake Bless you all and keep you with the faith to let it pass Heaven can be yours just for now To all the lonely sailors who have trouble beeing seen To all of you with heartache that remains Maybe sometime later you might swim back into shore If someone could relieve you of your chains Bless you all and keep you all on the land or on the sea Heaven can be yours, just for now Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=robertdreed>robertdreed</A> at: 8/8/05 6:58 pm

by **seemslikeadream** » Tue Aug 09, 2005 9:49 am

<img src="http://www.fantasyarts.net/Fairy/trolls-changlings.jpg" style="border:0;"/> folded in your fleshy purse i am floating once again while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm all the walls close in on me pressure's building wave on wave 'til the water breaks - and outside i go, oh one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe, three dot four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there, four dot my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space all the slow clouds pass us by make the Empire State look high as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness it spills, it tingles and it stings all the pleasure that it brings 'til the door has let the outside inside here well on the floor there's a long wooden table on the table there's an open book on the page there's a detailed drawing and on the drawing is the name i took my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travel my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space my ghost likes to travel my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space my ghost likes to travel moving inside my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space my ghost likes to travel moving inside my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space the breathing stops, i don't know when in transition once again such a struggle getting through these changes and it all seems so absurd to be flying like a bird when i do not feel I've really landed here  <img src="http://perso.wanadoo.fr/papillon.macro/chrysalide23.jpg" style="border:0;"/> hanshan One sentence, even that, I see now was not an original thought, lol

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