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Post by sharon on Mar 31, 2011 4:41:25 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2011 8:40:36 GMT -5
Life,
With its wonderful smells,
With its enchanting plant life,
With its exhilarating animal life,
With its perplexing micro-orgasmic life
And so on.
Life,
With it's amazing sensations,
With its scintilating sounds,
With it's vivacious visions,
With it's yummy tastes,
And so on.
Life,
With its natural elements,
Its unnatural elements,
And all its other elements,
And so on.
Life,
With its death, with its birth,
With its girth, with its earth
With its stars and its bars and its buildings
And poison and power
And flowers and showers
And children and viruses
And get rich quick schemes
And all that other life stuff
And so on and so forth and so on
This is life the one you get so go and have a ball
This is life,
Don't worry, it will kill you,
Don't worry, it's delicious,
Don't worry,
It'll all be over sooner than Shiva can open an eye.
A circle
Whose center is everywhere
And whose circumference
Is nowhere.
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Post by sharon on Apr 1, 2011 10:27:47 GMT -5
Nice one ~ great lyrics  If you drop the audio on this one and play them at the same time ~ they seem to roll together .... ? |
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Post by sharon on Apr 3, 2011 10:38:34 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 11:11:21 GMT -5
bullseye!
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Post by sharon on Apr 3, 2011 15:50:20 GMT -5
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Post by sharon on Apr 8, 2011 23:00:04 GMT -5
Over lord hills bridge we must go
Where the guns burn at night and the hearts unload
Oceanographers are charting the rise of the seas
Today's a submarine
Setting course to a land under me
Nature springs are caught in a war
The imperious demands are the local law
It is dragging us down to the emperor's gate
Everyone's a submarine
Heading to a dream far away
.~≈♫≈~.
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Post by sharon on Apr 14, 2011 17:00:18 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2011 9:09:40 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2011 9:46:15 GMT -5
The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.
I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.
Then I came back from where I’d been.
My room, it looked the same –
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.
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Post by sharon on Apr 19, 2011 14:00:43 GMT -5
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Post by someNOTHING! on Apr 24, 2011 3:15:05 GMT -5
I've always liked this song/album...like to play it on guitar. The whole album is dotted with some beautiful stuff much related to topics on this ST board (don't know if Tom W. knows, but maybe that's just how I listen to a lot of his stuff...truly talented).
I listen to/sing this song as if self is talking to SELF (or vice-versa) kinda thing, playing out the wonderful love affair of life. Which is which, and what's left even if you're right, I have no idea, but I AM still here...always anew.
"I'm Still Here"
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)
You haven't looked at me that way in years
You dreamed me up and left me here
How long was I dreaming for
What was it you wanted me for
You haven't looked at me that way in years
Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear
Someone turn the lights back on
I'll love you til all time is gone
You haven't looked at me that way in years
But I'm still here
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Post by sharon on Apr 24, 2011 11:12:20 GMT -5
I have returned to the northern skies,
Where the summer had not touched
The clouds that pass above.
Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace
Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.
And I have left a million stars,
And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue.
And I have left the warmth of the sun
And a million adventures not yet begun.
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through.
Oh, for once there was beauty here for me
Under these white, northern skies.
I felt the green was blacker
And the blue was darker still.
My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again.
Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through
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Post by frankshank on Apr 24, 2011 17:16:06 GMT -5
Ive gotta say why delete your account a thousand times. There is no freewill but at the same time sort it out!
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Post by ivory on Apr 24, 2011 20:14:23 GMT -5
LOL frank.
I deleted my account when I realized that I was posting to prove a point, defend a position, or flaunt my spiritual knowledge. Then I realized that the forum is good for illuminating those things that need to be hacked away at. But if hanging out and reading is preventing one from doing the work, then it might be a good idea to bail.
Regardless, sharon was interesting. Too bad she left.
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