Open this up and paste whatever is on your clipboard right now, don't think about it.. just do it.

(nb: Dan it's NOT porn.)

Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock attend premiere for their movie
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2146292

Nelly pulls out of Brits to care for sick sister
http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_745817.html?menu=

Billy Baldwin gets NBC drama
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2145164

Schwarzenegger Undergoes Surgery for 'T3' Injury
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144958

Harry Potter book outsells Tolkien at auction
http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_745798.html?menu=

NBC, ABC to air competing Michael Jackson specials
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144697

Jude Law's wife treated for post-natal depression
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144727

Hmmmm.

(I love my job. :D)

This would be something I would say.

With the following configuration:

Processor 065-3653 867MHz PowerPC G4
Memory 065-3651 640MB DDR 266 SDRAM
Hard Drive 065-3657 60GB Hard Drive
Optical Drive 065-3660 Super Drive
Airport 065-3661 No Airport Card
Keyboard/Mac OS Language 065-4124 Keyboard/Mac OS for SD

Obviously I'm playing devil's advocate here. I by no means hate APC, and i do like to listen to them every so often, but really, i don't understand the hype.

APC - genius or overrated? Discuss

And to translate that into ILE...

http://www.lamer.net/todd.gif

My clipboard is empty. Had I copy and pasted instead of clicking a link on IRC earlier, you would have been taken away to a site that revels in the majesty that is UK 2nd division pop-punk bands of the early nineties (Family Cat, 1000 Yard Stare, Midway Still, Bennet etc.).

And it drives me mad when I switch between a Mac and a PC and my finger used the wrong key and I don't notice till it comes to pasting.

Well, Valentine's Day is just round the corner, and I might have been dropping hints ;)

That book is $189.95 at Amazon.com!

Hmm... ever since my post here about wiccans and new agers, I've been fairly obsessed with tracking down the long and short of it. Soon, I will be shaven, naked and worshipping Pan.

There was some serious shite on that list o' yours :-) goam? I forgot all about that dog... :-)

Yeah mang, i'll drop you a line tomorrow .. must sleep now....

jess you can't just keep pasting whenever you like what's in yr clipboard!

oh, it was a picture from River's Edge I was using for the latest page in my dreamlog.

JPEG image [Médecins Sans Frontières]

(the shame)

The other day the boy next door held my cat up by the tail. I thought I'd take his attention off the cat, so I asked him what he liked best in all the world. He told me, cake. I asked him didn't he like holding cats up by the tail? He said he did. He's a dear little chap. He said, 'Will you give me a piece of cake? Will you? Will you? Why won't you give me a piece of cake? Why won't you? Why won't you give me a piece of cake?'
Now I'd always thought Wordsworth was wrong in that bit about the child being father of the man. But I'm not so sure. I've gone about asking people, don't they like cake better than anything else in all the world? And don't they like holding cats up by the tail? They were all quite nice people. They all said, what nonsense! None of them said he liked holding cats up by the tail, and they all mentioned lots of things they liked better than cake. Yet the strange thing was I got the idea that whatever they said they liked was only another form of cake. And something about them told me that none of them had properly grown out of holding cats up by the tail. Well, just between you and me have you never felt you'd like to hold a cat up by the tail? And never felt you'd like to be let loose in a cake-shop with the blinds down?
It all seems to me pretty serious. How are we going to run a League of Nations if we can't take our minds off cake, and holding cats up by the tail? If you asked me I'd say that lots of people must say their prayers like that.
'Will You give me a piece of cake? Will You? Will You? Why won't You give me a piece of cake? Why won't You? Why won't You give me a piece of cake?'

holla c. !! ;-)

The last few days have been extremely busy and away from civilisation (well, away from internet access and GSM phone coverage anyway) - here's how it panned out....

Jan 31 - The Tongariro Crossing!

http://www.thetongarirocrossing.co.nz/

The Tongariro Crossing is a challenging walk taking 7-8 hours covering a distance of 17 km one way.
Often described as the best one day walk in New Zealand. This route provides an opportunity to experience some of the most scenic volcanically active areas of the park.

The track runs the Mangatepopo Valley to the saddle between Tongariro and Ngauruhoe Mountains. It climbs to Red Crater (1886m), then drops down to the vivid Emerald Lakes. After passing the Green and Blue lakes the track sides around the northern slope of Tongariro, then descends in a zig zag to the Ketetahi Hut.

Optionally, walkers may choose to ascend Ngauruhoe Summit - 2287m high, and described in the brochure as 'very challenging'. This awesome mountain has acheived further fame recently for it's part in the Lord of the Rings films - Mt Doom. The 2500 year old near perfect cone of Mount Ngauruhoe entices many visitors to it's summit. Relatively quiet since 1975, this parasitic cone of Mt. Tongariro is traditionally one of New Zealand s most active volcanos.

This track is not for the faint hearted, a difficult climb or scramble up a sharp scree slope taking around an hour and a half up and 15 minutes down! Some of the best views to be had, but only to be challenged on a clear day.

Let it just be said that having done the walk, including the climb to the summit, I was completely knackered... The full story may be revealed after suitable supply of alcohol - pictures will be available soonish... I took a whole slide film whilst on the walk - these should be on the website in two or three weeks time!

Feb 1 - Taupo - River Valley

Easy day - mainly spent travelling from Taupo to River Valley. Visited a pleasant waterfall and recovered from the previous days activities!

Feb 2 - Rafting at River Valley

White water rafting at River Valley - a grade 5 rafting river. Hair raising stuff even when the river is low. Still, an amazing adventure and strongly recommended to anyone visiting the area.

http://www.rivervalley.co.nz/

Feb 3 - Wellington

Dossed about in Wellington.


How is the weather? I've seen reports on the BBC website that suggest that you lot are having a really fun time (not!) Have a good time down south if you make it and say hello to Louise for me!

Speak to you soon!

Love

-Andy

xxx

NAME
KNOWN AS
POSITION
OCCUPATION
INTERESTING INFO

Alan Norris
Nodge
Squire
Swede basher, part time magician
Thinks he might live next door to a house once occupied by Spike Milligan.

Nodge Norris
Alan
Foreman
Part Swedish magician basher.
Has an occasional allergy to yeast. Symptoms include talking in many tongues and lying on his back.

Graham Newson
Mum
Bagman
Milliner
Balding, bearded; learnt his stepping from a bullfrog.

Doug Adams
Grizzly
Head Musician, Gaffer
Traffic cone
Upholder of all things traditional in the team. Lives in a house.

RIFF RAFF

NAME
KNOWN AS
"SKILLS"
OCCUPATION
INTERESTING INFO

Geva
Geva
Curry maker, accordion player and dancer.
Gentleman of Leisure
Finest curry maker in England. Plays music exactly by the book, we therefore have the Gospel accordion to Geva. (His joke, not mine). Once fell into his own take away curry when drunk.

John Offard
Marcel
Fiddler and dancer.
Test pilot
Doesn't say very much.

Rick Lewis
Killer
Dancer.
Raffia design
A pleasant, mild mannered individual who you would be proud to take home to your mum.

Ken Brewster
Kenny the Luddite
Dancer
Stilt Varnisher
Recently had electricity installed in his house. Also has gas.

Stuart Conney
Coffee
Dancer
Being very clever in the field of science.
Likes shag. Also smokes a pipe.. Likely to spontaneously combust after inhalation from same.

Richard Mash
Richard
Dancer
Javelin
Surely the tallest and thinnest man in the world.

Gormaloid Boc
Judas Pastry
Dancer
Zeppelin maker
Eats anything. Guaranteed to accidentally demolish your house if you invite him in.

Rodger Molyneux-Roberts
Molly (among other things).
Dancer
Used khazi salesman
If you spell his name in Scrabble you can score 538 points (assuming you overlook the fact that his name is not in the OED)

Alan Roadknight
Nigel Mansell
Dancer, accordion player.
Hand draws contour lines on maps for the Ordnance Survey.
Lives fairly close to Kenny the luddite. Was mentioned in dispatches at the Battle of Spion kop.

Mad Mick the Pole
Mad
Dancer, melodeon player
Builder of allotment toilets out of old doors.
Very reliable. Holds course and distance record for falling down the Northern line escalator at Bank tube station.

Geoff Scott
Woodford
Dancer
Trapeze artist
Watch Geoff dance and see his knees and ankles disintegrate beneath him.

John Norris
Lightning
Dancer, bottler.
Philosopher
His hair looks like Becher's Brook, second time round.

Don Sewell
Don Who
Dancer
Time Lord
Owns a Tardis.

Neil Parker
The fat man with the drum
Dancer
Spark plug
Recently joined Blackheath. Haven't got anything on him (yet).

Gary Norris
Pug
Dancer
Mushroom picker
A bit of a hooligan on the quiet.

John Rebecchi
The Italian Stallion
Dancer
Secret agent
Currently undertaking a long-term spying mission for BHMM in the north of England

Nigel Patching
Patch
Dancer
Even secreter agent
Undertaking a long-term spying mission for BHMM in the Sussex area.

Steve Turner
Brother
Dancer
Monastic Assistant
Works as a Groundsman for a Monastery. The only member of the team who can say "Get off my land" in Latin.

This web site contains "forward-looking" statements within the meaning of the Private Securities Litigation Reform Act of 1995. Any statements contained in this web site that relate to prospective events or developments are deemed to be forward-looking statements. Words such as "believes," "anticipates," "plans," "expects," "will" and similar expressions are intended to identify forward-looking statements. There are a number of important factors that could cause actual results or events to differ materially from those indicated by these forward-looking statements, including a downturn in our customers' markets, our failure to introduce new products in a timely manner, risks related to our international operations, our inability to integrate acquired businesses into our existing business, competition and other factors which we describe under the caption "Forward-Looking Information and Factors Affecting Future Performance" in our annual report on Form 10-K for the fiscal year ended December 30, 2001. We disclaim any intention or obligation to update any forward-looking statements as a result of developments occurring after the date of this web site.

The POCKET DWELLERS began performing in and around Toronto in 1996 and have been developing an extremely diverse audience ever since. With hundreds of performances across Canada under their collective belt, these guys can entertain any audience. The POCKET DWELLERS have opened for a very wide range of different musical acts, including such notable performers as Maceo Parker, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Wide Mouth Mason, The Rascalz, Treble Charger, Clifford Gilberto (Ninja Tune), N'Dea Davenport, G. Love and the Special Sauce, Rahzel (The Roots), Ivana Santilli and jazz great Charlie Hunter. They have also performed at a broad range of festivals such as Edgefest, North by Northeast, Canadian Music Week, JVC Acid Jazz Festival, the Vancouver Jazz Festival, the Winnipeg Jazz Festival, the Du Maurier Atlantic Festival, the Hillside Festival, and the Dawson City Music Festival.

Earlier in 2000, the POCKET DWELLERS' ground breaking sound won the heart and mind of multi-Juno Award winning producer, Michael Phillip Wojewoda (Barenaked Ladies, Rheostatics, The Waltons), joining them in the studio and recording an album that captures the passion of their live show and the creativity of the collective. "DIGITALLY ORGANIC," the band's second album, captures the essence of much of the more popular contemporary sounds, while also exploring and stretching musical boundaries. "Instead of going into the studio and recording machine-made hip-hop beats, I play organic beats on a drum kit," says Marco Raposo, the group's drummer. "Though the norm right now is programmed sounds, we use a live element. We're creating synthetic music, but with organic roots."

The POCKET DWELLERS continue to steadily grow as musicians and to steadily win over audiences with their constant touring and incredible live performances. "Being eclectic allows us to draw from so many different facets of music," explains saxophonist Dennis Passley. "Like we're not just drawing from the funk crowd--we're drawing from hip-hop, jazz, rock and soul." And with a manifesto that reads "To change and blur the lines of music," the POCKET DWELLERS are poised to infuse and influence the music scene today, while rising to popular acceptance with their innovative music.

(free software license - GO!!)

$filepointer = fopen("/usr/local/apache/sites/mydomain.com/htdocs/rss.txt", "w");

(Amazon sales ranking of my new album, indicating that it has fallen 2454 places since last week -- gasp! All the more surprising since the album won't be available through Amazon until March 24th. Well, maybe there were 2454 other products added to their stock list and my album stayed where it was.)

but t

[head] Would you let total strangers loose on your track?
[sell] Norken gets remixed by internet mentalists

(= wh3rd.net's IP address, hurrah)

"Oh look, it's that fella again. Oh! are they married? I thought he was married to that other woman. ... Why did he say that? Where is he going now?"

and so on.

-- DV
(but now i don't see the "laugh out loud" thread anyway...)

3. The ring of Gyges was found by a shepherd during a violent storm in which the ground broke open and created a giant chasm. In this pit was a corpse wearing a gold ring, which the shepherd took. He discovered that by turning the ring inwards, it would turn him invisible, and proceeded to use this power to seduce the king's wife, murder the king, and eventually overtake the kingdom. Glaucon brings up this story to refute Socrates's belief that people value justice as a virtue and instead they practice justice because they have no other option. Glaucon believes that, given the opportunity, people would practice injustice because injustice is more profitable than justice. The shepherd could've easily thrown away the ring, or used it for societal good, but instead he used it for personal gain.

5. Socrates asks everyone to imagine a large cave, where prisoners would be chained. There is barely any light in the cave, only enough to filter down to create shadows. Between the light and the prisoners would be a walkway, but the prisoners wouldn't be able to see these people—merely silhouettes. These silhouettes would be reality for these prisoners, as they have no other experience. If one of these men were to go above and see what is behind the images, they would become confused and not believe it to be a reality. Socrates is attempting to show society will believe that something is the truth when it is not, and also how difficult it is for people to admit that their perceptions were incorrect. This illustrates his theories on the form of knowledge. The prisoners in the cave have only their imaginations to fill in the blanks. As they rise up, they can start to see particular objects: instead of silhouettes, they can now comprehend that the silhouette is a table, or a dog. These first two levels are the Visible World. After more education, people can start to comprehend concepts, which will eventually lead to understanding of the forms, or perfected virtues. This is the Intelligible World.

7. Aristotle had strong distinctions between household management and wealth acquisition. A household had three separate relationships in them, based on need. There is the mastership relationship between the master and the servants, the matrimonial relationship between the husband and wife, and the procreative relationship between the father and children. Management of this household involved acquiring goods, such as servants, land, or food, and then using them. This collection of goods used in the administration of the household would be considered the wealth of the household. However, this form of wealth is only based upon what is necessary to successfully run the household and manage the relationships within it. It is a natural survival instinct. Wealth acquisition, in contrast, is unnatural as it goes beyond need. It is greed-based and doesn't directly further the relationships within the household. Translated to the city-state, which is basically a collection of households, this means trade. A city-state cannot indulge in trade with other city-states if it is only producing that which it needs to survive. Once it produces above and beyond necessity, it can sell its surplus to other municipalities and create more wealth.

11. To Machiavelli, modern religious institutions, while having certain principals he approved of, were detrimental because these institutions value concepts of humility, patience under suffering, loving thy neighbor, and turning the other cheek. These concepts render men weak. Turning the other cheek was not an option to Machiavelli. If someone hits you, hit him or her back. Humility in a republic leads not to glory and expansion but to the retention of the status quo. However, Machiavelli also understood that most people obey God more than they obey another man. He recommends the use of religion to give orders via "divine sanction," as a means to lure the people into love of their republic or principality. The prince must give the appearance of mercy, faith, integrity, and religion while still aiming at conquest behind closed doors. In essence, religion plays a part in this society not as a truth but as a means of social cement, holding the people together for purposes beneficial to the leaders.

12. Machiavelli approves of public accusations for a simple reason: it helps prevents attempts against the government. Public accusations are basically a version of a modern civil trial, in which any citizen is allowed to bring charges against any other citizen to air grievances and create a beneficial resolution to problems. To Machiavelli, this allows an outlet for aggressions and hatred: the citizens accuse each other and scheme against each other, and the governmental institution comes in and fixes the problem. Without these public accusations, people might turn to illegal methods to resolve their differences, such as murder or theft. This rise in crime would in turn make the government look bad, as if they cannot manage the republic. The people might then turn their aggressions towards this inept ruling class, and scheme against them. By instituting these trials, the populace can instead see a government taking an active role and in turn decide to love their republic for having such a wonderful method of resolving strife.

(I munged that last line a bit, but you get the idea)

(not my code, and especially not my redundant brackets)

(there's an explanation.)

(this is an AIM chatlog obv)

(quality article actually... A.N. WILSON IS A SHIT!)

Alumni Golf Day
Sunday 3rd September 2006
Scoring

(be afraid of the 90s html coding.)

(for an ilXor)

AAAAAAAAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Kind regards,

Evie

Tuesday 15th May YES/NO

Thursday 17th May YES/NO

Friday 18th May YES/NO

Monday 21st May YES/NO

Tuesday 22nd May YES/NO

Thursday 24th May YES/NO

Friday 25th May YES/NO

Using Bronte's statement as a starting point, comment on Esther's
character and the narration of the novel.

Why don't we m

Pseudo Silk Kimono
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel joke

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred
A refugee, refugee.

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

Kayleigh

Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college hall
s Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine

Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry?
And Kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you
And Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?

Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember loving on the floor in Belsize Park
Do you remember dancing in stilettos in the snow
Do you remember you never understood I had to go
By the way, didn't I break your heart
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine

Kayleigh I just wanna say I'm sorry
But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home
Kayleigh I'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or ever prove that I was wrong

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Lavender

I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark
When I heard the sprinklers whisper
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns
Then I heard the children singing
They were running through the rainbows
They were singing a song for you
Well it seemed to be a song for you
The one I wanted to write for you, for you

Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green
When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.O.U. for your love, IOU for your love

Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
IOU for your love, IOU for your love

For your love

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Bitter Suite

I. Brief Encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.

II. Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, "A whore".

III. Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your heart

IV. Misplaced Rendezvous
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you

V. Windswept Thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ring road to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
It's started raining

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Heart of Lothian

I. Wide Boy
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian

It's six o'clock in the tower blocks
Stalagmites of culture shock
And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down
Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform

And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile
And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys
Rooting, tooting cowboys
Lucky little ladies at the watering holes
They'll score the Friday night goals

I was born with a heart of Lothian
I was born with a heart of Lothian
With a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian.

II. Curtain Call
And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up
'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot.
But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot
How did I get in here anyway?
Do we really need a playback of the show?
'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes

Let's go

And the man in the mirror has sad eyes

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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WaterHole
(Expresso Bongo)

When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity
Funeral hearses court the death of virginity
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves

So when you think it's time to go
When you think it's time to go
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show

And the patter merchants selling false impressions
Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions
Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
They're lying on every word and every arm
They're turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines

And the wideboys
They wear their lovebites for their crimes

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Lords of the Backstage

A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me
Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice
A mirror cracked among the white lines

I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Ashes are burning, burning
Ashes are burning, burning

A lifestyle with no simplicities
But I'm not asking for your sympathy
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us
A lord of the backstage, a creature of language
I'm so far out and I'm too far in

I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Bridges are burning, burning
Bridges are burning, burning

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Blind Curve

I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway
I'm saving myself

II. Passing Strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight.

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper

III. Mylo
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity

Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity.

IV. Perimeter Walk
It would be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before

Perimeter walk
There's a presence here
I feel could have been ancient,
I could have been mystical

There's a presence
A child, my child
My childhood, a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me.

V. Threshold
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curb crawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh... I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?

I see priests, politicians?
Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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Childhoods End?

And it was morning
And I found myself mourning,
For a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror
I saw you, the child, that once loved

The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised? More than surprised
To find the answers to the questions
Were always in your own eyes

Do you realise that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she's got to carry on with her life
And you've got to carry on with yours

So I see it's me, I can do anything
And I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood's end
You are my childhood friend, lead me on

Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived
To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie

Now you realise, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

So it's me I see, I can do anything.
I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend, lead me on

Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

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White Feather

When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears
Where have I been for all these years?

I saw political intrigue, political lies
Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes

I will wear your white feather
I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart
I will wear your white feather
I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart
My heart, this is my heart

We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise
Divided we stand, together we'll rise

We will wear your white feather
We will carry your white flag
We will swear we have no nations
But we're proud to own our hearts
We will wear your white feather
We will carry your white flag
We will swear we have no nations
But we're proud to own our hearts
These are our hearts
These are our hearts
You can't take away our hearts
You can't steal our hearts away
I can't walk away
No more

MC flex best
On shorter texts
Closely inspects
David Essex
Views on Roy Wood perplex
Works for NHS
Hails from Inverness *
Longer texts can vex
Focuses on auteur
More than he oughta
Myths he'll debunk dem
Precisely pinpoints punctum
Barthes crossed with Gambaccini
His mama cook great linguini
Knowledge encyclopaedic
Style belle-lettristic
And memoiristic
(Thinks Petridis a right prick)
Tight with his links
Thinks
Junior Boys stinks
Likes
Improv a lot
Friends
Again with Woebot
Dates a gyal called Gail
Receives bare email
From Man Like John Cale
Loves Robert Wyatt
Just
Don't
Try
It