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  • marye
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    Great story, Mr. P...
    I congratulate myself on my fortunate escape from ever setting foot in the place!
  • GRTUD
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    I'm fairly certain that Pid was a BlocKhead (in one manner of speaking or other) at one time in his life, at least. Speaking of which, I saw John Turnbull play with World Party at Bonnaroo in 2006 which was awesome. He and Karl Wallinger were perfect together and I was told (and heard a few "tapes" proving the point) that some of the other shows they played together were hot as hell (I think they played together in San Fran). I wasn't into the Disco scene either, but I remember folks calling Terrapin Station "Disco Dead" when it was released (too funny). "Dancin', dancin', dancin' in the streets..."
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    Okay, hit me with your rhythm stick
    Perhaps you do have a point, badger. To me, disco sound (i just can't refer to it with the M word) was just an incessant stream of indistinguishable throbbing. The most common complaint that I get from people who don't appreciate GD is that to them it "all sounds the same." So I guess art really is in the eye, or ear, of the beholder. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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    we're smokin them all out now! Good story Mr P.. But hang on, aren''t be being a bit snobbish; Lots of people dressing up getting high and dancing to loud music and flashing lights? Sounds a bit familiar. What's wrong with that? Just a different generation. The whole acid house thing was the same in the 80s. I think the problem is the effect of the substance of choice for these movements and the culture it creates. What fuelled the psychedelic movement and the dance music of the last 20 years is very different from what fuelled the disco movement. As the wonderful and much missed Ian Dury once said: 'one snort and you're a fascist'
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    Very well written. I was drugged at times into going to discos, I must admit. Friends would say "There are women there". My reply was "But not our kind of women". My reaction when there was one of three 1. Run for the nearest exit 2.Shrivel up and become invisible 3. Get as messed up as possible, maybe I will just not notice or care I will be so numb. Or any combination of the 3. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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    My Studio 54 Story
    WARNING! No Dead angle here. I only post this because the subject came up, and there was an inquiry about what Studio 54 was all about. Those of you who were fortunate enough to have avoided direct exposure to Studio 54 can consider your perfect records intact. I was not so lucky, and so for the benefit of anyone interested I will relate my experience. Studio 54 was the "brain child" and first business enterprise of two guys named Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager. Steve Rubell is no longer visiting this planet, and these days Ian Schrager spends his time developing high end boutique hotels. Anyway, their nightclub idea was located in a former television studio located in New York on West 54th Street between Broadway and Eighth Avenue, so you can see how much thought went into the name of the place. They intentionally restricted admission to only fancy, upscale-looking people and it quickly became a celebrity hotspot. The bouncers at the door were the arbiters of who got in, and getting past their velvet ropes became sort of a status symbol. The only other way in was to be "on the list," which actually had a panache of its own. No waiting in the line, just walk right up, speak a few words and the velvet ropes part. The stage was used as the main dance floor, and disco was all that ever got played there. They charged ridiculous prices for drinks, and in reality the place ran on cocaine, which proved to be its eventual undoing. In 1980 I was in a band that had professional management. One of their other "artists" got booked into 54 to lip-synch two of her her so-called songs, and our manager asked us to please attend. After all, we would be "on the list!" I am absolutely certain that the only reason I was admitted was because I was on the list. I still periodically kick myself for having stooped so low as to have actually gone there. So in we go, me, my band, the manager, and this caterwauling ditz named Lenore O'Malley who was really just a white Gloria Gaynor clone. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was relentless, and getting louder as we went down the stairs. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was at this point that I coined the term Brain Slapping Disco. There was just no other way to describe it. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. The gain on the bass was jacked up so high it made your pant legs wave in the breeze. It was what an old sound engineer friend of mine used to describe as Too Loud For Humans. Manager and Ditz headed off to get ready for her act. I looked out at the writhing sea of what I could only assume was humanity on the dance floor. There was more polyester than a recycling plant, enough gold chains to rival Fort Knox, and the most ridiculously overproduced hair I had ever seen. None for me, thanks. Where's the bar? OK, there we go. EIGHT bucks for a beer? Twelve bucks for a well drink? Christ, it was 19 freaking 80. There are lots of places now that still don't have the cojones to charge that much! I didn't ask how much for the lines all those people were doing. And you certainly didn't need to bring your own weed. Oh well, it was far too hot and smoky in there to not have something to wet the whistle. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Doesn't it ever stop? How much longer am I going to have to put up with this insipid crap? Time to hit the john. Good lord, there's some freak in a tux in here with an array of bottles filled with various types of chemical stench, turning the faucets on and off, and handing out towels. He seems to think I somehow owe him money for the privilege of using the urinal. "It's okay, buddy, I don't need any help with this, I've had lots of practice already. Maybe I should charge YOU something for the show?" What sort of a weirdo would ever take a job like that? I thought about asking him how much to piss on him instead, but decided I really didn't want to know the answer, especially if it involved him paying me, which seemed like it could be a distinct possibility! Couldn't get out of there fast enough, and I really didn't want to know what was going on in that stall. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. My brain hurts! Please make it stop! Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Finally, it's the Ditz's numbers! They're only about three minutes each, the end is in sight! Manager reappears and says, "Hey, what do you think?" At least that's what I think he said, it was almost impossible to hear over the thud-thud-thud-thud. So I tried to scream back at him "Couldn't I just pound railroad spikes into my temples instead?" I'm not sure if he got it, though. He thought this stuff was cool! That night he was Somebody! Sap... Well, Ditz was done, we'd done our duty for the team, so the guitar player and I waved goodbye and got the hell out of there before we got infected. Apparently it was too late for the singer and the bass player who decided to hang around. They thought it was cool, too! More saps... Sometimes I kick myself for having had anything to do with that band. The material was all really just commercial pop crap that surprise, surprise, never went anywhere. So happy I never signed that record contract. Even happier that I never got dragged to 54 again. Okay, ccJoe, please enlighten us! Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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    no shes not a member. The evil Devin is brooding in her cave, sucking the marrow from the bones of her latest victims. think of the mother of Grendel from the book Grendel. except with red hair.
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    I've got a great video, on DVD, of the BeeGees. Makes me want to put on my white suit and do some grinding.
  • Golden Road
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    Arch Nemesis?
    *looks Around and Around* (cue "Beat It", by Michael Jackson) Where? "All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."
  • deadheadkid
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    Believe me, HalR, I know disco sucks. we have taken the liberty of purging most of it from our stations librarys, but the hunt goes on, for it seems our electronic DJ likes to taunt us and play it occasionally ;). good luck with the research. I am curious about this story also. But enlighten me on this Taj Mahal story. I need excitement in my life for all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy indeed. a little history that doent involve the depressing and sad conditions of the Industrial Revolution would be great. Also, anyhistory that does not involve having to deal with my arch nemesis here woulf be wicked awesome.
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an open space.
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that's REALLY weird. I have no idea. But the comment is restored.
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"That's just because you think they make you look sexy" "From day to day, just lettin' it ride, You get so far away from how it feels inside, You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
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Me And Tiger Lilly Busted out of Barcelona riding on a train Feeling nearly faded as her dress Tiger Lilly ate some paella just before the rain Farted all the way to Fi-guer-es Well I took my old cassette from my dirty sack Playin' slow while Lilly sang the blues Stinky farts keeping time Holding Lilly's spirit in mine We finallly sang near every song that we knew The Board's just another place to think about The Scene The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean The internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour The Board is good enough for me Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly With the kind, grateful folks; rapin' here is fun Lilly shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside me Lord in everything I done Lilly's spirit kept me from the cold Nowhere never on this Board, I'll let her slip her away Looking for memories I hope we'll find And I'll trade all my straight friends for a single head To be sharing Lilly's spirit, oh so KIND The Board's just another place to think about The Scene The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean The Internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour The Board is good enough for me Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly
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those ever popular Tiger Lilly Pulitzer Sweat Pants - Que Fi fi!!! "From day to day, just lettin' it ride, You get so far away from how it feels inside, You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
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a nice lyrical compositon and TL should be proud...enjoyed it stay safe and feel good! >><<<< :>
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great work eoJCC. Kross Kristifferson will be proud of you! btw had a brief PM from TL yesterday (about vining issues). She's still out there...just
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Oh Joe-have not been so touched in a LONG time! Is one of my all-time fave songs (Janice version) and have been wallowing in her brilliant Pearl album lately, as a matter of fact. She can express bewildered pain, while wanting to be happy and fine, like nobody else out there, I think. You rock Joe, as does this forum, as do all our friends here!!!!! Kind and clever and funny and compassionate-is special. Know this even more now. Had an electronic "missadventure" with a MSN messenger address that I pasted wrong, thought was my sister; which turned out to be some pervert in Perth. Was writing to my "sister" last Sunday, wondering why she was so monosyllabic, when out of nowhere were foul and disgusting images on my screen. I said "Sabrina, what the hell are you doing?" to which came back "I am not Sabrina, I am Steve in Perth, do you know where that is?" I freaked out and blocked him. Point of the anecdote, there are some scary freaks out there that we can stumble across, but here is safe. Joe-as an expression of my appreciation, if you send me an e mail address in a p.m., I will send you an attachment that is a parody of a Zappa song that I wrote a couple of years ago. Is about Bush, and am rather proud of it, if I do say so myself. :-) But enough about that, before I start to sound too much like ....... Thanks Joe! ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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Had posted about 10 minutes ago, and seems to have vanished.********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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can you perhaps dig it up somewhere? Would be hard to repeat.********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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some of the cool kids in class are here now: Who's online There are currently 6 users and 58 guests online. Online users cosmicbadger eojCC Deadicated TigerLilly yamadog Sunshine-daydre... by the by, folks, what might help the posts from vanishing is to 'preview comment' them first, then post it. that works for me.
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was in the Spam basket, TL. It's back now!
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damn! was long, which I would have realized had I previewed, as has been suggested. Was just kinda' swept away!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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thanks, TL. be careful out there.
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and there was my old lady worried you'd be offended by the paella farting thang. personally, I will break my arm patting myself on the back about the faded 'dress' and 'Figueres' rhyme. love and peace.
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Hey everyone. been away for a while on a whatcha macalit the thing writers go on when they write. anyway the site was blocked by my parent's spy programs or it was my school's. so what did I miss? anything important?
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kid, if you only knew... if you only knew what you have been missing. please read back, and you will catch up. We will have a test on Thursday to make sure you have done your reviewing properly. peace.
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Are not so delicate as to be offended by such things as bodily functions, but sweet of your wife to be concerned. I am used to much worse from friends-so NO PROBLEMO!!!!!!!!!!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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so glad that eoJJoe was able to tempt you out of your sad place with his flatulent ode! I'm off to Turkmnistan tomorrow early for 2 weeks work on an environmental project...no idea what to expect..its a very mysterious place spanning the northern borders of Afghanistan and Iran (!) , but they have just started allowing the internet there so will try to send a bulletin. Of course I will be taking plenty of GOGD on the iPod (Just got a tasty copy of 5/16/72 Luxembourg).
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safe travels, badger, when you travel to Whereverthefuckitisistan. peace.
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k have the same lumbar thing you do, plus the same or worse in my neck. sitting is a bitch and i do it for a living. for me, heat works the best. along w/some meddies of course(easy now!!) if you can get the wife to give you a nice rub down now and again, that too should help. hope ya feel better soon. peace nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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k have the same lumbar thing you do, plus the same or worse in my neck. sitting is a bitch and i do it for a living. for me, heat works the best. along w/some meddies of course(easy now!!) if you can get the wife to give you a nice rub down now and again, that too should help. hope ya feel better soon. peace nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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k have the same lumbar thing you do, plus the same or worse in my neck. sitting is a bitch and i do it for a living. for me, heat works the best. along w/some meddies of course(easy now!!) if you can get the wife to give you a nice rub down now and again, that too should help. hope ya feel better soon. peace nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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i have the same lumbar thing you do, plus the same or worse in my neck. sitting is a bitch and i do it for a living. for me, heat works the best. along w/some meddies of course(easy now!!) if you can get the wife to give you a nice rub down now and again, that too should help. hope ya feel better soon. peace nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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Gypsy Soul had the Sunshine Daydream syndrome! Multiple posts. :-)********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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Thanks, Izzie and Marye for all of your amazing work in this forum! I'm really not sure where to post this question, so here goes: Izzie, or anybody, do you know of any plans in the Dead organization to change the way Grateful Dead apparel and other products are made? Everything I look at seems to be made in China. I wanted to buy a Grateful Dead shirt the other day, but could not justify it… does anyone else find it odd that official Grateful Dead products seem to be made with no concern for social impact? I can invest in socially responsible mutual funds, but I can’t buy a Fair-Trade, sustainably produced T-Shirt from my favorite band? I'd love to hear what others think... Chris
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lilly, I thought gypsy soul was just making sure the message got through my thick head! ( -:
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it seemed like my post wasn't going thru right, so natch i just kept hittin' ENTER!!!! hey, it was monday after all!!! claney, i haven't looked lately, but are the LIQUID BLUE brand shirts made in china too???? you have a good and valid point and i'm glad you brought it to my attention. liquid blue do some nice shirts, but i never checked to see where they are made. haven't bought one in many years, since i do my own dyeing. nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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a test eh, Joe? Thank you you have made lucky number seven. I have seven tests on thursday. The cosmos are against me on thursdays. oh well. (sigh) :P
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yes, and on this test all answers must be submitted in the form of a question.
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The 12 Daze of Christmas On the first day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: a blotter hit of L-S -D On the second day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Third day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Fourth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Fifth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Sixth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Six hacks a sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Seventh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Seven cheese-sandwiches a grilling Six hacks a sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Eighth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Eight busses a-running Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling Six hacks a-sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Ninth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Nine tie-dyes dyeing Eight busses a-running Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling Six hacks a-sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Tenth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Ten tapes playing Nine tie-dyes dyeing Eight busses a-running Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling Six hacks a-sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Elevnth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Eleven buds for smoking Ten tapes playing Nine tie-dyes dyeing Eight busses a-running Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling Six hacks a-sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D On the Twelfh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me: Twelve heads smiling Eleven buds for smoking Ten tapes playing Nine tie-dyes dyeing Eight busses a-running Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling Six hacks a-sacking FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS Four dancing hippies 3 Tofu Turkeys 2 veggie burritos and a blotter hit of L-S -D
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New name eh CC? Very nice.
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old name, kid. I got plenty of them, more aliases and appellations than I can remember. aka (also known as) is my middle name. just for fun, click on my profile and check out my 'full name' peace.
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If you think CCj is Latino you oughta see his wife's name! "From day to day, just lettin' it ride, You get so far away from how it feels inside, You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
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At least he seems to be on the way to recovery, better that the inverted backwards eoJCCthat we were dealing with. Or that he was dealing with. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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thanks, Hal, getting better, but still not quite myself. ( -; things should improve once I get to the tropics next month. deadicated, if you remember my old lady's name, please tell me. I totally spaced on it many years back, lucky she hasn't noticed I have forgotten, and answers to 'yo, dude' yuk yuk yuk peace.
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200g moong dal or red lentils1/4 teaspoon tumeric salt 900ml water 1 tsp cumin seeds 2-inch chunk of ginger, grated 1-2 green chillies, chopped (seeded if you prefer) 1-2 BIG handfuls chopped coriander/cilantro 3 tablespoons ghee/oil ****************** *Boil lentils with tumeric and salt. I find that for an authentic Indian flavour, some salt is essential, although I rarely use the huge amounts I find in recipe books. 1 tsp is about right for this. No salt is OK and quite edible but kind of bland. *Briskly whisk lentils when cooked so it all becomes a porridge. Alternatively, you could try whiskly brisking them. *Heat oil over mdeium high flame/heat. *When oil is sufficiently hot, fry cumin seeds for about 10 seconds. Then throw in the ginger and chillies; fry for another 30 seconds. *Enjoy the smells! *Fold the whole lot into the lentils and gently mix. *Throw in the coriander. *Serve *Eat ******** I often add chopped spuds or eggplant to make a heftier meal. I love eating out in Indian joints, but find the dal is ridiculously over-priced and too often too greasy and salty. Much more betterer to make it at home.
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Gypsy Soul Twenty 7, Xmas eve, with the full moon over town Gypsy Soul sang to Oroboros while wearing a big frown Do ya know she sang to him what do you make of that 'Cause Oroboros is a slick guy who ain't even a bit fat Oh joe, oh joe, tell me where is the bowl You ate all the cereal that was bought for Gypsy Soul Gypsy Soul is a mad woman, don't wanna eat no bread Joe go buy more Trix, and fill up the bowl deadicated, deadicated oh sweet deadicated D How the hell can I stop him, when he's twice as fat as me Well don't ask me Trix Are For Kids, I don't feel so fine Not only that, another thing, I GOT NO LYME Oh joe, deadic said, just give me one You ate all her cereal now she's gonna see you hung He waded to the market through Count Chocula's blood Stepped up to Gypsy Soul in the aisle, said give me a bowl full, love As Gypsy Soul lit a cigarette, she made some calls Blew the smoke in his face, dragged him out by the balls Oh joe, oh joe, we'll see you hang high You ate all my cer-e-al and now I've got to DYE She went a-walking down on Shakedown Street Three piece band on the corner played G - R - T - U - D But we ate some different cereal, what cereal could it be The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly ( -; ** * * * * * 'dude, do the words quit while you are ahead mean anything to you' mutters cc joe's old lady
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maybe people know gypsysoul makes tie dyes, hence the reference to I've got to dye. but perhaps few people know one of her fav movies is Goodfellas, and she especially loves the line Jimmy Conway (Bobby DeNiro) said, 'I got no lyme!' maye and izzie, please substitute your names in the last 2 lines for your private versions and for the folks who were not mentioned, sorry, but do you realize how hard it is to rhyme something with 'cosmic badger' or 'hal R' ?? ' mom ' 'iknowurider' etc. etc. ( -;
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As long as you continue blessing us with your wordy nuggets we won't take offense.
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thanks.I think I was pushing the envelope a bit with gypsysoul's song... tough one to get everything to fit, not really 'just exactly perfect' a few beers later, it seemed OK ( -; the other thing, was, I think all of the folks mentioned in gypsysoul's song (except for tiger lilly) were all active participants in the wild, wild west days of the original dead.net forum; so we have all been together and through quite a bit back in those days... (not mentioning any specifics, though!!) ( -;
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cadger n.Synonyms: cadge, beg, bum1, mooch, panhandle1 These verbs mean to ask for or obtain by charity: cadged a meal; begging for change; bum a ride; mooching food; homeless people forced to panhandle. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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hal R rhymes with: bar par far car star mar tar jar ( -; unless, of course, you are from Baaahston. peace.
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CCj i love your poems :)
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... how about, "Dark Hal R"? "From day to day, just lettin' it ride, You get so far away from how it feels inside, You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
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after this one - You can badger last dollah, ... "From day to day, just lettin' it ride, You get so far away from how it feels inside, You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
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as I have numerous long, unpleasant plane rides coming up... I might just work on that Dark HalR but HEY! I'm sorry, BUT it is YOUR idea, amigo. I challenge you to do it! Lo siento, pero... ¡Que tengas suerte!
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Dark Hal R Hal R mashes Burning peels into ashes Tots of 'taters Chives and sour creme but it misses Butter lasting Melts into crevices of illusion Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can? With the famine or windfall of harvest Skin washers Eating them will make you fatter Arteries clogging To cholosterol levels rising Deadicated Procedes into farts in my eye Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can? With the famine or windfall of harvest ouch!! sorry Hal R.