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Post by iameye on Jun 26, 2010 9:55:38 GMT -5
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Post by B on Jun 26, 2010 13:45:31 GMT -5
This one seemed a bit more "Across the Universe"-y to me.
Drops of Jupiter
But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated?
And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar And then you missed me While you were looking for yourself?
And did you finally get the chance To dance along the light of day? And did you fall for a shooting star? Fall for a shooting star? And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there
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Post by iameye on Jun 26, 2010 14:24:50 GMT -5
This one seemed a bit more "Across the Universe"-y to me. Drops of JupiterBut tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar And then you missed me While you were looking for yourself? And did you finally get the chance To dance along the light of day? And did you fall for a shooting star? Fall for a shooting star? And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there Once you get to the station, B, you can pretty much take a train in every direction.
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey, hey, hey
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nahhey jude ;D www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jfZSbk47CM
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Post by jarvitronics on Jun 26, 2010 15:39:22 GMT -5
The Ancient Art of Weaving: Under a Train (Pavel Love): Ringing Bel (Cycle O'Geist): Cycle O'Gist: I saw her today at the reception. In her glass was a bleeding man. She was practised at the art of deception; I could tell by her blood-stained hands. We decided that we would have a soda, My fav'rite flavor was cherry red. I sing this song to my friend, Jimmy, And he said one word to me and that was "dead." Sixty-four: Psyche, a la Jest: Just looking for a clue, it's a nightmare come true: -j
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Post by skyward on Jun 26, 2010 22:58:59 GMT -5
Ten to six is also 5:5O PM 55 is the number of days that the slain sun "god" stays in the tomb before his resurrection, according to occult tradition. We saw this in practice this year: there were 55 days between the "slaying" (Impeachment) of Brother Billy Blythe Clinton on December 19, 1998, the New Moon of Hanukkah, just before the Winter Solstice, and his "resurrection" (Acquittal) from the Floor of the Senate on February 12, 1999, the birthday of Abraham Lincoln.....except 5:50 is more of a sunrise time. Ol' 55 - EaglesWell, my time went so quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive And now the sun's comin' up I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer Lord, don't you know the feelin's gettin' stronger Six in the morning, gave me no warnin' I had to be on my way Now the cars are all passin' me, Trucks are all flashin' me I'm headed home from your place And now the sun's comin' up I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer Lord, don't you know, the feelin's gettin' stronger Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive And now the sun's comin' up, yes it is I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Freeway cars and trucks, Ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks, Ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Ridin' with Lady Luck...
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Post by skyward on Jun 26, 2010 23:17:59 GMT -5
*eschew* Clicking this link will skip ahead to 4 minutes into the video where you'll see a familiar image. Electrical Storm - U2
If the sky can crack there must be some way back...
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Post by skyward on Jun 26, 2010 23:30:18 GMT -5
This one seemed a bit more "Across the Universe"-y to me. Drops of JupiterBut tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar And then you missed me While you were looking for yourself? And did you finally get the chance To dance along the light of day? And did you fall for a shooting star? Fall for a shooting star? And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there Jupiter - Jewel Have to watch it at the link to youtube, have to
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Post by thespacebetween on Jun 27, 2010 0:59:33 GMT -5
*eschew* hahaha spacey ;D good one let's hope for an electrical storm of arguments! Zig-Zag-Zap!
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Post by iameye on Jun 27, 2010 5:39:10 GMT -5
[/quote] Lightning hits the house of wax Poets spill out on the street To set alight the incomplete Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard.
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast Poets scatter through the night But they can only dream of flight Away from their confusion
Hidden in the yard. Underneath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it allwww.youtube.com/watch?v=rkMlDhw0tRE
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Post by iameye on Jun 27, 2010 8:24:26 GMT -5
*eschew* Clicking this link will skip ahead to 4 minutes into the video where you'll see a familiar image. Electrical Storm - U2
If the sky can crack there must be some way back... crack that whip! give the past the slip step on a crack break your momma's back when a problem comes along you must whip it before the cream sits out too long you must whip it when something's going wrong you must whip it now whip it into shape shape it up get straight go forward move ahead try to detect it it's not too late to whip it whip it good when a good time turns around you must whip it you will never live it down unless you whip it no one gets away until they whip it i say whip it whip it good i say whip it whip it good
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Post by B on Jun 27, 2010 8:32:29 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 27, 2010 8:43:33 GMT -5
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Post by B on Jun 28, 2010 11:28:50 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 28, 2010 12:48:35 GMT -5
There were children crying And colors flying All around the chosen ones. All in a dream, all in a dream The loading had begun. They were flying Mother Nature's Silver seed to a new home in the sun. Flying Mother Nature's Silver seed to a new home.she sings it so! www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3G32NHAyzw&playnext_from=SL
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Post by jarvitronics on Jun 28, 2010 17:52:05 GMT -5
Pandora Edison's Cornflakes: -j One of these days you're gonna break your glass-j
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Post by iameye on Jun 28, 2010 18:39:50 GMT -5
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Post by Jai Guru Deva on Jun 29, 2010 13:35:32 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 29, 2010 16:31:20 GMT -5
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Post by B on Jun 30, 2010 8:34:59 GMT -5
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Post by jarvitronics on Jul 14, 2010 2:29:18 GMT -5
Ten to six is also 5:5O PM 55 is the number of days that the slain sun "god" stays in the tomb before his resurrection, according to occult tradition. We saw this in practice this year: there were 55 days between the "slaying" (Impeachment) of Brother Billy Blythe Clinton on December 19, 1998, the New Moon of Hanukkah, just before the Winter Solstice, and his "resurrection" (Acquittal) from the Floor of the Senate on February 12, 1999, the birthday of Abraham Lincoln.....except 5:50 is more of a sunrise time. Well, my time went so quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five 55 is LV: -j
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Post by jarvitronics on Jul 14, 2010 4:47:21 GMT -5
Quibble: word play. Carroll Quibbley: Carroll Quigley Tragedy and Hope: Car Roll Quibbley Pageantry and Dope: Pageant, Tree, and Rope: -j
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Post by ramone on Jul 14, 2010 9:27:04 GMT -5
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope -money for dope -money for rope.
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Post by jarvitronics on Jul 25, 2010 12:28:33 GMT -5
Who's at the end of the line? -j
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Post by ramone on Jul 25, 2010 12:57:45 GMT -5
Hortus Gort, Court Cohort
Gort?
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Post by jarvitronics on Jul 25, 2010 13:17:05 GMT -5
Hortus Gort, Court Cohort Gort? Hortus: horticulture, garden. Gort: garden, field. Co-hort: together in the garden. Court: co-hort. -j
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