Song abpout disembodied mind and spirit.

“Sorry for the Typo..
This is in response to a number of posts on several threads:

Song by Dory Previn

i have flown
to star-stained heights
on bent and battered wings
in search of
mythical kings
mythical kings
sure that everything of worth
is in the sky and not the earth
and i never learned
to make my way
down
down
down
where the iguanas play
i have ridden
comet tails
in search of magic rings
to conjure
mythical kings
mythical kings
singing scraps of angel-song
high is right and low is wrong
i never taught
myself to give
down
down
down
where the iguanas live

astral walks i try to take
i sit and throw i ching
aesthetic bards
and tarot cards
are the cords to which i cling
don't break my strings
(i wish you would)
or i will fall
(i wish i could
i wish i could
i wish i could)

curse the mind
that mounts the clouds
in search of mythical kings
and only
mystical things
mystical things
cry for the soul
that will not face
the body as an equal place
and i never learned
to touch for real
or feel the things
iguanas feel
down
down
down
where they play
teach me
teach me
teach me
reach me”

“Ebben? Ne andrò
lontana,

Come va l'eco della pia
campana,

Là, fra la neve
bianca;

Là, fra le nubi
d'ôr;

Laddóve la speranza, la
speranza

È rimpianto, è rimpianto,
è dolor!

O della madre mia casa
gioconda,

La Wally ne andrà da te, da
te

Lontana assai, e forse a
te,

E forse a te, non farà mai più
ritorno,

Nè più la
rivedrai!

Mai più, mai più!

Ne andrò sola e
lontana,

Come l'eco è della pia
campana,

Là, fra la neve
bianca;

Ne andrò, ne andrò sola e
lontana!

E fra le nubi
d'ôr!”

“That hurt my head!”

“egadddd!”

“i like tarp rat's drivel better.”

“Hey! My drivel is quality drivel. You wound me deeply.”

“just lay off the purple, man.”

“It's fuschia, if you must know. I did it just for Arclite.”

“Its all Spanish to me!”

“I just want to know what an ab-pout is, some new kind of gear? What I'll look like when my metabolism slows down? what?”

“Hey Oldie I apologized for the typo in the first thread.

Don't you have finals to study for!”

“Well brunettes are fine man
And blondes are fun
But when it comes to getting the dirty job done

I'll take a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a read headed woman
To get a dirty job done

Well listen up, stud
Your life's been wasted
Til you've got down on your knees and tasted

A red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a read headed woman
To get a dirty job done

Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you've got baby, waiting under there
Big green eyes that look like, son
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done

Well I don't care how many girls you've dated, man
But you ain't lived till you've had your tires rotated
By a red headed woman”

“I'll vouch for that. Red heads are hot!”

“I swear I thought it was a Tarpie thread!
and...

I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will take me for myself,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I will need nobody else, no, no,no.
I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman
I know the rest of my life will be blessed -- yes, yes, yes.
I know a lot of fancy dancers,
people who can glide you on a floor,
They move so smooth but have no answers.
When you ask them "What d'you come here for?"
"I don't know" "Why?"
I know many fine feathered friends
but their friendliness depends on how you do.
They know many sure fired ways
to find out the one who pays
and how you do.
I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me feel so good,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I know my life will be as it should -- yes, yes, yes.
I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman...



Cat Stevens”

“Yeah... my thread titles do get mistaken for Tarpies sometimes.

Yikes!”

“It's been 30 years already since the Lizard King passed into the next dimension.

Mr. Mojo Risin'...
gotta keep on risin'!”

“WHERE'S TARPY WHEN YOU NEED HIM?”

“I certainly thought it was a Tarpie thread!

By the way, kleetn, that's fuchsia. Ask the editor! I always have to sound it out to spell it correctly. ;-) And the fuchsia is very strange indeed on drab olive!”

“Sorry kleetn, if it ain't mauve, I'm not impressed. You can't win my heart that easily, silly boy.

I did appreciate the Spanish though. Yo tenido cinco anos de Espanol en la escuela, pero no recuerdo el vocabulario.”

“LOLita!

That is Laughing Out Loud a little bit!”

“Green Day
Maria

She smashed the radio with the board of education
Turn up the static left of the state of the nation

Turn up the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She's a rebel's forgotten son
An export of the revolution

She is the first voice of the last ones in the line
She'll drag the lake to keep the vendetta alive

Bring in the head of the government
The dog ate the document
Somebody shot the President
And no one knows where Maria went?

Maria, Maria, Maria,
Where did you go?

Be careful what you're offering
Your breath lacks the conviction
Drawing the line in the dirt
Because the last decision
....is no.”

“"Going out of my mind, back in 5 minutes."

~ Anon.”