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Apropos nothing… my favourite phrase in a song Behold the depths of your innermost soul
A Minotaur walking in endless despair
Mythical like a dream
Invisible like a soft breath of wind
– Bel Canto, Time without end.
I suppose I just cannot bring myself to give a damn about what is happening in the news today.
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My favorite song phrases, both from the same song, “Life’s Been Good,” by Joe Walsh:
“I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do,” and, “They say I’m crazy but it takes all my time.”
I have been feeling like that for years! All the collectivist brooha leaves me cold. I am glad I have the internet and a few good blogs. Fuck the MSM!!
Unfortunately, much as we may loathe the MSM, it is still alot of people only source of news. As such we must find a way to make use of it if we are to open the sheeple’s eyes to the reality of the despotic aspirations of those in power.
Sure, but I’m taking the fuckin’ day off. The world will have to be saved without me to today.
And anyway, too much non-stop politics rots the brain.
Sleep late lady
Let the morning sun
warm your bed
While I’m away
Tim Buckley- Happy Time
Dont forget the clocks go forward!
“Any time you want to sell your soul,
I’ve got a toll-free number you can ring.”
The Stone Roses, Driving South
Have you seen my polar bear?
It’s that white thing over there.
– Happy Mondays
Natural things,
Scenery.
– Blondie
She’s the softness of cinema seats…
-St Etienne
And almost anything by Tom Lehrer.
I used to be a rolling stone
You know if the cause was right
I’d leave to find the answer on the road
I used to be a heart beating for someone
But the times have changed
The less I say the more my work gets done
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I’ve waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won’t you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes
lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Mid. I can see that I really need to take your musical education to hand.
You are quoteing lyrics from a guy who thinks songwriting is a correspondence course between him and his fat bald gay friend
Who gets all the credit !
Now If we are to play Musical Mornington Crescent
I’ll go
I’ve got a bike
you can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it.
Syd Barrett Pink Floyd Piper At The Gate Of Dawn