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tg [RIP]
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Posted: 06 Apr 2008 at 11:08am |
Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world. Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness, as a Chinese jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness. Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts, Not that only, but the co-existence, Or say that the end precedes the beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now. Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still. Shrieking voices Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering, Always assail them. The Word in the desert Is most attacked by voices of temptation, The crying shadow in the funeral dance, The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera. The detail of the pattern is movement, As in the figure of the ten stairs. Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in the aspect of time Caught in the form of limitation Between un-being and being. Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves There rises the hidden laughter Of children in the foliage Quick now, here, now, always— Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after. "Burnt Norton" - T.S. Eliot full text http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/norton.html |
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Graham Slee
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I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands Bowie "Candidate" "And in hearing they shall not understand..." Oh well, must PRESS on... |
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That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps
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Charley Phogg
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Ps. didn't recieve your p, Edited by Charley Phogg - 31 Mar 2008 at 9:16pm |
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hey fogg,, stop pinching my lyrics ! ;o)
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KING CRIMSON-INDISCIPLINE-DISCIPLINE
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but.. By the time I was done with it I was so involved I didn't know what to think. I carried it around with me for days and days.. Playing little games Like not looking at it for a whole day And then.. looking at it. To see if I still liked it. I did. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat.. The more I look at it The more I like it. I do think it's good. The fact is.. No matter how closely I study it No matter how I take it apart No matter how I break it down It remains consistant. It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it. I like it. |
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