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Post by beacon on May 31, 2012 9:58:19 GMT -5
Percy Thrillington looks forward to meeting old school chums at The Canada Club Dinner #RAM
Sadly Percy has missed it as it was on 21st May this year!!
Wonder if there were are members of the Ontario Police Department there?
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Post by iameye on Jun 2, 2012 10:34:15 GMT -5
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Post by eddy on Jun 3, 2012 18:25:13 GMT -5
re: Amanda Lear from wikipedia: 1972 saw her first on-stage appearance when she introduced Roxy Music and Lloyd Watson at Rainbow Theatre in August.[14] In 1973 Lear was briefly engaged to Bryan Ferry of Roxy Music, and was that same year famously depicted posing in a skintight leather dress leading a black panther on a leash on the cover of the band's classic rock album For Your Pleasure,[14][15] an image that has been described as "as famous as the album itself." On that album, 'For Your Pleasure' there is a song called 'The Bogus Man' which has very obscure lyrics, but can be interpreted to be about Faul or Bill, like Bowie's 'The Man Who Sold the World' -'Fun' is the one thing that money can't buy -the 'gun' is a Revolver, Paul's last great work -The Beatles covered 'Shout' The Bogus Man -Roxy Music The Bogus Man (Ferry) The bogus man is on his way As fast as he can run He's tired but he'll get to you And shoot you with his gun Focused his mind On something he cared about But it came out a shout Just like before The bogus man is at your heels Now clutching at your coat You must be quick now hurry up He's scratching at your throat Concealed his doubt By skillful evasion But he couldn't find out About deception The bogus man is on his way As fast as he can run He's tired but he'll get to you And show you lots of fun Roxy Music also has an instrumental called 'Tara' on the album 'Avalon' 'For Your Pleasure' ends with the title cut and the lyrics: Old man Through every step a change You watch me walk away Tara tara... The beauty of the Amanda Lear story is twofold. Not only does it combine some of the major players of the 'Swinging London' set that the Beatles populated but it formulates the ideal that runs through the whole 'Paul is Dead' oeuvre, namely, dual identities, secret hidden lives and the ability to recreate oneself. The story begins with April Ashley, a transsexual woman who was once a Liverpudlian seaman, who has long claimed that she worked with Lear in the 1950s at Le Carrousel, a transvestite revue in Paris. In her book, April Ashley's Odyssey, she recalls a man named Alain Tapp, stage-name Peki d'Oslo, who later became Amanda Lear. Fast forward to 1965 and we find her in Paris with her then boyfriend, and every conspiracy theorists favourite socialite, Tara Browne and his friend Brian Jones. Poor Tara then loses his 'girl' to the artist Salvador Dali, for whom she becomes his muse, though helpfully; she does remain in the social orbit of both the Stones and the Beatles as well as Anita Pallenberg et al. Tara, rather than returning to his wife and kids, embarks on a relationship with Suki Potier, who will be with him when he dies, before she embarks on her relationship with Brian Jones, who, let us not forget, needs comforting after the collapse of his relationship with Anita Pallenberg. Bizarrely, all these people look almost identical. The narcissistic five from left to right, Amanda Lear, Suki Potier, Anita Pallenberg, Tara Browne, Brian Jones. For the Stones she became the inspiration for the song 'Miss Amanda Jones' and though I won't reproduce the lyrics here, they are quite telling. Who knows, maybe it was Tara recalling his adventures with Amanda that caused Paul McCartney to fall off of his scooter on that acid drenched moonlight trip around the sights of Merseyside in Christmas 1965? Who knows what other ideas it may have triggered in his mind? A man duh?
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Post by iameye on Jun 3, 2012 19:20:37 GMT -5
Tell me who are you?
lol
I Love The END! ;D
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Post by iameye on Jun 3, 2012 19:57:07 GMT -5
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pen_name\\\\\A pen name, nom de plume, or literary double, is a pseudonym adopted by an author. A pen name may be used to make the author's name of the work. The author's name may be known only to the publisher, or may come to be common knowledge.
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Post by iameye on Jun 3, 2012 20:22:30 GMT -5
See you next time
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Jun 3, 2012 21:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 7, 2012 8:40:56 GMT -5
Percy Thrillington wishes to advise his friends that he will be cruising off Mustique and will be incommunicado for 2 days.
Get Back, Percy.
You have that big charity gala to attend, remember?
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Post by skyward on Jun 10, 2012 18:59:18 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 10, 2012 21:32:45 GMT -5
She's "Killer Thriller" when she's dressed to the hilt.
She's out to get you!
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Post by iameye on Jun 11, 2012 9:56:23 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 20, 2012 9:10:20 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 21, 2012 8:32:56 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 21, 2012 9:33:49 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Jun 21, 2012 10:03:25 GMT -5
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Jun 21, 2012 12:14:10 GMT -5
acoustic guitar vs electric piano - the cellphone really lost it. on a related note the hysterical men in the alley are using the television as a window to your imagination. if they are doubles of each other they are "doubles" of you too. so theyre* kicking you too. maybe thats why theyre* laughing. its complicated. our imaginations probably have thousands of alleyways just waiting to be populated.
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Post by iameye on Jun 21, 2012 22:03:52 GMT -5
acoustic guitar vs electric piano - the cellphone really lost it. on a related note the hysterical men in the alley are using the television as a window to your imagination. if they are doubles of each other they are "doubles" of you too. so theyre* kicking you too. maybe thats why theyre* laughing. its complicated. our imaginations probably have thousands of alleyways just waiting to be populated. whatever anyway, love is all, love is good
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Jun 22, 2012 9:32:11 GMT -5
acoustic guitar vs electric piano - the cellphone really lost it. on a related note the hysterical men in the alley are using the television as a window to your imagination. if they are doubles of each other they are "doubles" of you too. so theyre* kicking you too. maybe thats why theyre* laughing. its complicated. our imaginations probably have thousands of alleyways just waiting to be populated. whatever anyway, love is all, love is good ... clearly the cellphone lost the game. its a simple matter of logistics. satan is uncertainty. its all rather absurd when you think about it. id rather be a publicist for krishna consciousness. after all thought is the tree of death. in the parlance of our times. getting down on reality doesnt change me. or is it the other way around? personally the secret garden resonated with me. grateful dead - rosemary it was always my favorite grateful dead song. and now i know why. i suppose theres nothing curious about it. the hidden hair of prince valiant comics. dr strange. adam warlock. the cryptkeeper. the wolfman. frankenstein. owsleystein. the intrepid traveller. the idea of "the movie". opening with a bigger groove so naturally all the half certain vessels will fall in line. i enjoy the reminder. the remainder. the guy kicking the reflection of himself in the alley is pollution. a revolution against pollution. of the mind - my three year old sister is a complex being. i dont see her often enough. i have to catch myself. the frequency of thought im weilding is unholy. the principle that we are spiritual slaves conditioned to seek pleasure - to pay to limit yourself - gets to me. i worry a lot and its only getting worse. when i can see my sister - lilianna - there are times where she will zone out. she will stare off into space and her eyes seem to glaze. shes three and she is lonely. i have a little brother now - michael - and lili doesnt appreciate it. shes starting to piss my mother off which just makes my sister feel worse. she refuses to eat and will only drink juice. i remember giving her a hug and i could feel her ribs as she held me tightly. then i say i have to go and so looks at me - so lonely - and asks "why?" the force of this experience is the force of insanity. thinking of the devourer of worlds as you look into the eyes of a child. my mind has been poisoned. filth and excess play their part but the root of this evil is total objectivity. my sister is an animal. she is turning into a brat. my mother and father have realized their children are a burden. my mother is schizophrenic and her husband is an alcoholic. the kids are going to be raised like i was - around people that hate each other. we are dross. and my three year old sister has already had her mind processed. those zoned out television eyes. this is the fruit of having your father insinuate it was socially acceptable for people to talk to themselves and try to figure out the meaning of life. this mode of thought has changed my body. the adrenaline makes it impossible to sleep following any kind of normal schedule. the insomnia began at friends houses. i could never fall asleep at my friends houses. and my mother used to snore. and my grandfather used to snore. he would fall asleep with 2 minutes of closing his eyes and would be snoring almost immediately. so my grandmother would sleep on the couch. id sleep beside her on the floor in the living room when i was younger. i had my first nightmare in that living room. this yellow balloon came down the stairs running along the wall in front of me when i sat up. when it got to the bottom it began to rotate and it was this smiling face - a smiley face. then it exploded. theres the photo of dali floating in a room. i had a dream like that in a smokey blue space with lawn chairs floating. it was odd. when i woke up my legs didnt work. i crawled to my mothers room crying and pushed to door open. my mother rushed angrily covering her genitals and her half conscious giambotta crook of a man smiled and rolled over. she was probably 20 at the time. very traumatic. but by the time i was in high school i could take it in stride when a bully would say he was going to make my mother squeal like a pig. ive had to work to gain peace of mind. ive been the butt of the cosmic joke far too long to be swayed by your bush league psyche out shit. trouble every day bush league psyche out shit.
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Post by skyward on Dec 28, 2012 21:11:27 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 21:30:50 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 21:37:48 GMT -5
thanks, Sky. This is My Heart We may find a trace Of a state of grace In the saddest face Something is there
How the rivers flow We may never know But it goes to show Something is there
This guiding light Will burn so bright So much wonder around us All the love in the air Let the good that surrounds us Help us to always care
Then the seeds we sow Will survive and grow And we will all know Something is there
This guiding light Will burn so bright So much wonder around us All the love in the air Let the good that surrounds us Help us to always care
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 21:43:10 GMT -5
Home, home again I like to be there when I can Digging around on a piece of Ground in my Home town.
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 22:03:34 GMT -5
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a l ion defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping me! I'm burning through the Sky Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping me! I'm burning through the sky Yeah!Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister's Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of lightI wanna make a supersonic man of you I wanna make a supersonic woman of you Don't stop me now 'Cus I'm having SUCHA GOOD TIME! I'm having a Ball! If you wanna have a good Time, just give me a CALL I'm a satellite. I'm out OF CONTROL! www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=satellitelol
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 23:00:42 GMT -5
Riddles have never been a speciality, all I see is a princess holding her crusading knight. Ave Maria en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hail_Marysay it soft and it's almost like praying West Side Story
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Post by iameye on Dec 28, 2012 23:26:22 GMT -5
Stand Back! Stand Back! What are those dogs doing sniffing at my feet? They're on to something, picking up Picking up this heat, this heat! Real as anything you've seen Get a LIFE with this dreamer's dream
I know the quick from the dead So much better than the rest! You think I've been blessed But I know you Room shake, earthquake Find a way to stay awake! It's going to blow, it's going to break This is more than I can take! Oh yeah, I need steam! Feel the steam all around me Ah you're turning up the heat When I start to dream aloudSee you move your hands and feet Won't you step into this cloud of steam? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriellol ;D
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