Where have all the flowers gone??Long time waiting, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago, Where have all the flowers gone, Gone to grave yards everyone, When will they ever learn?? When will they ever learn"? I really do not know who wrote this....Peter, Paul ,and Mary??
"Let us go then you and I
As the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The wandering retreats
Of restless nights
In one night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
Streets that wander like an argument of insidious intent
Oh do not ask what is it
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room woman come and go
Talking of Michealangelo
.........
I grow old
I grow old
I shall wear my trousers rolled"....T.S. Elliot
"Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy Fearful Symmetry??" William Blake
"Wind A circle round him thrice
And close you eyes in holy dread
For he on honeydew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise." S.T.Coleridge
"I am you and you are me and we are all together.." The Beatles
Shiva, Shiva Shambou OM Namah Shivaya OM Shanti Shanti Shanti OM
IS there anyone here who has something to say?? Who me?? Not me...I am just a tape recorder who sings as I am told. The emptyness fills me as a brown, yellowish, dim, muddy pond as I grasp for where I am...is this eternity?? It seemed that way to me. All alone except for visions of people telling me to settle down" your Dr. is coming." And that female face coming in out of the dimness saying that if I don't behave she "will tie me in"... then the murkiness.....Oh those crazy, hazy days of summer. wait that isn't me.........BLEEEEEP...BLEEEEEP Breathe Shelbs breathe......... Oh just go to bed,
Rest your head,
live like your dead,.....Peace out everyone..Love you
"Let us go then you and I
As the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The wandering retreats
Of restless nights
In one night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
Streets that wander like an argument of insidious intent
Oh do not ask what is it
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room woman come and go
Talking of Michealangelo
.........
I grow old
I grow old
I shall wear my trousers rolled"....T.S. Elliot
"Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy Fearful Symmetry??" William Blake
"Wind A circle round him thrice
And close you eyes in holy dread
For he on honeydew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise." S.T.Coleridge
"I am you and you are me and we are all together.." The Beatles
Shiva, Shiva Shambou OM Namah Shivaya OM Shanti Shanti Shanti OM
IS there anyone here who has something to say?? Who me?? Not me...I am just a tape recorder who sings as I am told. The emptyness fills me as a brown, yellowish, dim, muddy pond as I grasp for where I am...is this eternity?? It seemed that way to me. All alone except for visions of people telling me to settle down" your Dr. is coming." And that female face coming in out of the dimness saying that if I don't behave she "will tie me in"... then the murkiness.....Oh those crazy, hazy days of summer. wait that isn't me.........BLEEEEEP...BLEEEEEP Breathe Shelbs breathe......... Oh just go to bed,
Rest your head,
live like your dead,.....Peace out everyone..Love you
darkriver:
Thoroughly enjoyed that, looking forward to more
darkriver:
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