|
Post by maddogfagin on Jan 30, 2018 8:31:55 GMT
Take you down to the edge of town Where the road stops, we start to hold the ground Well, I'm blessed! Got traction in a special way Hold the roll bar, slide back, feel me pull it round Let me show you my 4.W.D. (low ratio)
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Feb 3, 2018 8:17:49 GMT
Night close in on a shanty town Panama freighter wearing rusty brown She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound Head up on a lumpy sea
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Feb 7, 2018 8:26:41 GMT
Let's not worry about the Wandering Man He'll wander hither if he can But his time may have already come, And gone
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Feb 10, 2018 8:38:01 GMT
Grey the mist, cold the dawn Cruel the sea and stern the shore Brave the man who sets his course for Albion(Dee Palmer)
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Feb 17, 2018 8:09:03 GMT
I was no good on the rugger field. Pushing and kicking, brutish boys bothered me. Sensitive and caring seemed the lighter, brighter way to be .
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Feb 22, 2018 8:36:03 GMT
I see a dark sail on the horizon Set under a black cloud that hides the sun. So, bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Mar 10, 2018 8:16:13 GMT
In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages. On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl, commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked and belted in Too late to make the clasp.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Mar 17, 2018 8:22:21 GMT
There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder, Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Mar 25, 2018 7:22:12 GMT
Cross-eyed Mary Goes jumping in again She signs no contract But she always plays the game
Dines in Hampstead village On expense accounted gruel And the jack-knife barber Drops her off at school
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Apr 1, 2018 6:50:12 GMT
Flying so high, trying to remember How many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab Driving through London town To cry you a song.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Apr 7, 2018 7:27:57 GMT
Pick up my wings and fly Into a Constable sky Look down on the world and try To make you out on the distant ground
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Apr 14, 2018 6:47:03 GMT
So punch my name And in case you wonder I'll be yours - yours, dot com
|
|
|
Post by steelmonkey on Apr 14, 2018 17:25:04 GMT
I need to teach my lazy ass, low frustration tolerance self how to add pictures to posts. I LOVE this thread and I see Tull geography EVERYWHERE.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Apr 21, 2018 6:36:00 GMT
In the wee hours I'll meet you Down by Dun Ringill Oh, and we'll watch the old gods play By Dun Ringill
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Apr 25, 2018 6:20:12 GMT
When I was young and they packed me off to school And taught me how not to play the game I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jun 2, 2018 13:36:55 GMT
For some reason "White Innocence" played in my head during my stay in hospital She drifted from some minor festival. Didn't look like any summer of love: Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field. She was the hand to fit my glove. Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely. Funny thing, the charm of the young.
|
|
|
Post by steelmonkey on Jun 2, 2018 19:13:07 GMT
Oh oh...White Innocence has a bit of that celestial, next world vibe...resist if you are being called. Turn back at Jasmine Corridor.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jun 3, 2018 7:10:46 GMT
Oh oh...White Innocence has a bit of that celestial, next world vibe...resist if you are being called. Turn back at Jasmine Corridor. Resisted it as long as possible although when the doctor was at my beside and about to do the prostate examination it was a close run thing
|
|
|
Post by bunkerfan on Jun 3, 2018 21:18:38 GMT
Oh oh...White Innocence has a bit of that celestial, next world vibe...resist if you are being called. Turn back at Jasmine Corridor. Resisted it as long as possible although when the doctor was at my beside and about to do the prostate examination it was a close run thing Love your new avatar Graham
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jun 9, 2018 7:11:13 GMT
|
|
|
Post by steelmonkey on Jun 9, 2018 16:51:04 GMT
I think people who are not aware of the original photojournalistic project by Jenny Anderson that helped create Aqualung, find the images projected with the song live somewhat exploitative.
|
|
|
Post by steelmonkey on Jun 9, 2018 16:51:19 GMT
Is exploitative a word?
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jun 10, 2018 9:24:22 GMT
I think people who are not aware of the original photojournalistic project by Jenny Anderson that helped create Aqualung, find the images projected with the song live somewhat exploitative. Yes and it's a subject which many have differing views and ideas on how to help such citizens out of their misery. And credit to the founders of the Salvation Army who helped such people in the photo I used to illustrate the verse which I used intentionally to serve as an example of such people who do need help. Interesting because here in the west of England something may be starting to happen: www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-44424123
|
|
|
Post by nonrabbit on Jun 11, 2018 16:57:28 GMT
I think people who are not aware of the original photojournalistic project by Jenny Anderson that helped create Aqualung, find the images projected with the song live somewhat exploitative. Yes and it's a subject which many have differing views and ideas on how to help such citizens out of their misery. And credit to the founders of the Salvation Army who helped such people in the photo I used to illustrate the verse which I used intentionally to serve as an example of such people who do need help. Interesting because here in the west of England something may be starting to happen: www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-44424123Good news and hope it happens. HOMELESSNESS COULD END IN A DECADE....IF the government embraces certain policies.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jul 7, 2018 7:20:25 GMT
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone. But this badge of honor is of tarnished tin. Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in. A man with his cat sitting on a wall in the Cotswolds
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jul 12, 2018 7:15:02 GMT
I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel Driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories And faceless masters oh, they pay me plenty Crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles half emptyA River Bank : LS Lowry
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jul 16, 2018 6:42:15 GMT
Come with me to the weary town Discos silent under tiles That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly On concrete marches of acres wild
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jul 26, 2018 6:30:00 GMT
I strain my eyes Against the southern light advancing. On whiter cliffs I'm high. The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly. I hear distant mainland music echo In my island ears. My feet begin to move instinctively To the warmer beat of my European legacy.
|
|
|
Post by bassackwards on Jul 26, 2018 17:36:54 GMT
I strain my eyes Against the southern light advancing. On whiter cliffs I'm high. The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly. I hear distant mainland music echo In my island ears. My feet begin to move instinctively To the warmer beat of my European legacy. Thanks mad dog! I’ve never really warmed up to that song so I never realized the poetry of the lyric.
|
|
|
Post by maddogfagin on Jul 29, 2018 7:15:51 GMT
I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise From your striped lawn and your new swimming pool. I place broken bottles in your geraniums Sabotage your gardening tools. And I live down the end of your road.
|
|