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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 10, 2014 12:47:47 GMT
No not him Hey Equus tell us the gossip - was it true? Unfortunately I don't know anything about the Black Rabbi... but Michelle Obama seems to be saying: "Don't touch him bitch!!" ...or: "What are you doing... Remember Monica Lewinsky?"
Was it in the Danish papers?
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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 10, 2014 15:51:01 GMT
Unfortunately I don't know anything about the Black Rabbi... but Michelle Obama seems to be saying: "Don't touch him bitch!!" ...or: "What are you doing... Remember Monica Lewinsky?"
Was it in the Danish papers? I mean the recent incident not the Monica one
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 19:28:43 GMT
Was it in the Danish papers? Spies...! We know everything... And we have a plan for world domination! And how are we going to do this? We will spread out in semicircular line, and surround you... and surround you...with Tull music. OH YEAH! Canada has the same plan...and with you there to help me then we probably will. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made,
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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 10, 2014 19:51:45 GMT
Was it in the Danish papers? Spies...! We know everything... And we have a plan for world domination! And how are we going to do this? We will spread out in semicircular line, and surround you... Sorry and begging your pardon but I don't understand the answer
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Post by Equus on Sept 10, 2014 20:02:19 GMT
Spies...! We know everything... And we have a plan for world domination! And how are we going to do this? We will spread out in semicircular line, and surround you... Sorry and begging your pardon but I don't understand the answer It's a joke... I don't seriously believe that 5 million Danes can surround the rest of the world... What recent incident are you talking about?
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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 10, 2014 20:27:23 GMT
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Post by steelmonkey on Sept 10, 2014 20:48:06 GMT
The Canadian menace has long been documented by American Think tank: 'South park'.
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Post by steelmonkey on Sept 10, 2014 21:12:05 GMT
She does look rather 'let them eat cake' ice queen to me.
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Post by Equus on Sept 10, 2014 21:28:53 GMT
Speaking about snakes...
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Post by JTull 007 on Sept 11, 2014 1:23:53 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 11, 2014 10:54:13 GMT
Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song):I sit in judgment down the market square I have my favorite table and I have my chair Natives are friendly and the sun flies high All kinds of crazy waiters, they go drifting by... Hours last forever in the Calliandra shadeConversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle Slip off that shoulder strapless and the thick black hair Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day... Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are fillet mignon Flicked indiscreetly by the lazy waiter's knife Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade
Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle Slip off the shoulder strapless and the thick black hair Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calliandra
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Post by Equus on Sept 11, 2014 10:56:58 GMT
She does look rather 'let them eat cake' ice queen to me. Spot on Bernie!
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Post by Equus on Sept 11, 2014 11:08:18 GMT
Spies...! We know everything... And we have a plan for world domination! And how are we going to do this? We will spread out in semicircular line, and surround you... and surround you...with Tull music. OH YEAH! Canada has the same plan...and with you there to help me then we probably will. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made,Ready, aim, play!! Fallen On Hard Times:Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend... Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and honey's just round the bend. Giving us a hard time, my friends handing us the same line again. Fallen on hard times --- and there's nowhere to hide Now they've re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink. Turning on the peace sign --- and it's back to the wood. Soon there will be raised a holy stink. Somebody wake me. I've been sleeping too long. Oh, I don't have to take this lying down. You can keep your promises. Shove `em where they belong. Don't ask me to the party --- won't be around.
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Post by Equus on Sept 13, 2014 13:59:23 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 13, 2014 21:33:45 GMT
Flying Dutchman:
Old lady with a barrow; life near ending Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell --- not fishers of men --- gone to chase away the last herring: come empty home again. So come all you lovers of the good life on your supermarket run --- Set a sail of your own devising and be there when the Dutchman comes. Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through. So come all you lovers of the good life your children playing in the sun --- set a sympathetic flag a-flying and be there when the Dutchman comes.
Death grinning like a scarecrow --- Flying Dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch one as she slips in on the full tide and the harbour-master yells All hands vanished with the captain --- no one left, the tale to tell.
So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly in the mirror --- it's the Dutchman you will be ..floating slowly out to sea in a misty misery...
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Post by Equus on Sept 14, 2014 14:20:53 GMT
Here is a song from this remarkable artist...
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Post by Equus on Sept 14, 2014 15:43:42 GMT
Listen to this wonderful song... (... originally I posted the full album, but youtube have deleted it...) Look at the little "Buddhist", boy catching the bull at four... Remarkable!! So, will he be overrun at 04:01? And if so, can it then be said that hatched the bull at 04:00? My brother bought it way back in the 70'th... Fascinating stuff!! Catch Bull At Four... Can't help but love the man...
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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 14, 2014 18:58:45 GMT
Catch Bull At Four is a wonderful album. I'm getting quite emotional listening to Cat/Yusuf today as his music played a huge part of my youth. He was a huge, huge crush as well. Bernie's good at revealing embarrassing stories form his past - here's one of mine. When I was sixteen I read that he drank at The Greyhound pub, near where he lived in Fulham. Bearing in mind I lived in Glasgow, Scotland getting a bus to go down there one weekend in the hope of meeting him in the pub was not only mad in a teenage hormonally unbalanced way but cost me an arm and a leg. He wasn't there. This is the song that started me down a music appreciation road .... still on it.
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Post by jackinthegreen on Sept 14, 2014 19:05:42 GMT
Nice story Patti....... I loved Tea for the Tillerman and Teaser and the Firecat too...........Into White (from Tea for the Tillerman) is beautiful..... The Wind, from Teaser is lovely also. He has such a lovely voice IMO.
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Post by Equus on Sept 16, 2014 11:30:22 GMT
For Michael Collins, Jeffrey, And Me:
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, blue reflections mute and dim beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin. And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie go on believing nothing since something has to die. And the ape's curiosity -- money power wins, and the yellow soft mountains move under him. I'm with you L.E.M. though it's a shame that it had to be you. The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two. I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care. It's on my mind I'm left behind when I should have been there. Walking with you. And the limp face hungry viewers fight to fasten with their eyes like the man hung from the trapeze -- whose fall will satisfy. And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey's seed. And the yellow soft mountains they grow very still witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.
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Post by rredmond on Sept 19, 2014 16:53:19 GMT
Interesting one I just saw: I dig when Ian gets the crazy eyes and crookedy mouth. --Ron--
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Post by Equus on Sept 20, 2014 10:10:43 GMT
Pussy Willow:
In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow.
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing in a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle of make-believing for her white knight to appear.
Pusy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming cutting dreams down to size again.
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing an apartment in old Mayfair. Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming cutting dreams down to size again.
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Post by rredmond on Sept 20, 2014 11:57:08 GMT
Heh!
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Post by Equus on Sept 21, 2014 17:57:44 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 22, 2014 19:41:12 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 23, 2014 8:18:15 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 23, 2014 11:21:36 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 24, 2014 7:59:22 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 15:15:32 GMT
A Gift of Roses
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Post by Equus on Sept 24, 2014 20:45:54 GMT
I have been looking forward to posting this... This is my post number 666... In my opinion a cliché that should be avoided at any cost... The number of the beast... Flee the icy Lucifer! but Ian used it anyway... A low point in my opinion when it comes to the otherwise wonderful Thick As A Brick 2, but much, much better than the ghastly ending... It's the number 2, I dont like...I guess I just hate numbers... "Follow me to serve dark Master, He whose number might be His name." - Ian Anderson Power and Spirit:
Touch down after muddy rugby in the softer evensong. Steal through open doors to heaven in angelic sing-along. Tinsel echoes in the rafters still the air in stained glass light. Our voices chaste, un-broken, pure, take manly message to the fight. I sense the power. And I sense the spirit move in stately corridors of oak and stone, vaulted above. Beyond the nave, beside dark transepts, candles flicker in the quire. First the glow deep in the belly, tight grip of faith to fan the fire. In the chapel, I am wondrous in the eyes of lesser boys. Raptures touch me, lift me, shape me. Brotherhood, an ode to joy. Stiff white ruffs on cassock'd ranks with hand on heart and hand on sword. Elevated, born to service, to service of the Lord. I sense the path. I sense the glory road. Position, influence, my head above the earthly clod below. Follow me to serve dark Master, He whose number might be His name. Branded, burning, power unholy, just have to love Him all the same... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/666_%28number%29
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