Starting out with a couple:
From Yes' "Close To The Edge":
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
From Richard Harris' "Macarthur Park":
I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it. And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no
― Geir Hongro, Friday, 17 July 2009 21:34 (fifteen years ago)
i exchange v cards with the retards
- mack maine
― king kongro (J0rdan S.), Friday, 17 July 2009 21:35 (fifteen years ago)
The Richard Harris one is a metaphor, I imagine.
― Josefa, Friday, 17 July 2009 22:26 (fifteen years ago)
the yes one is coded echo from a utopian future
― kamerad, Friday, 17 July 2009 22:41 (fifteen years ago)