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Post by docone31 on May 16, 2006 21:57:16 GMT -5
Hruumph, hruumph. When I was at Yale, I really did attend, and graduate, we would use Gallo's Livingston Cream Sherry.
Realistically, I am not sure there really was a difference between the really fine wines, and tap water, but it sure was fun.
I came up with some really great philosophies, and made some really great spiritual drawings back then. Of course, the next day, even I could not understand any of it. But the real airheads thought I knew something.
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Post by LCARS on May 16, 2006 22:27:35 GMT -5
LMAO!
for real ;D
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Post by BAZ on May 17, 2006 10:21:41 GMT -5
HA HA HA! I came up with something genius once, it was going to make me a billionaire. I sketched it out too, it had something to do with auto accident detection/reporting at intersections or something! Yep, in the morning it looked like the eggs I was scrambling.
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Post by hermatite on May 17, 2006 10:43:48 GMT -5
Wait...doc...*I* think you know something too! hmmmmm
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Post by krazydiamond on May 18, 2006 18:47:40 GMT -5
where have all the (barking) spiders gone?
long time passing (sorry, just trying to bait Doc)
where have all the (barking red eyed) spiders gone?
a long time ago....
KD
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Post by docone31 on May 18, 2006 19:27:25 GMT -5
Long long time ago,
I wish I still remembered
How that music really used to go.
I have to be quiet, they are coming.
Who can that be knocking at my door,
Oh, wil they come for me?
I see them coming, at my door,
Oh, did they follow me?
Who can that be now?
Who can that be now?
Now I'm asleep, What shall I dream of tonite?
Now I'm asleep, What shall I dream of tonite?
Will it be girls, or will it be money?
Will it be sad, or will it be funny?
Now I'm asleep, what shall I dream of tonite?
Please some body, wake me up I'm having a nightmare!
And it does not seem like it is ever gonna stop, it doesn't seem like it is ever gonna stop!
Please somebody wake me up, I'm havin a nightmare.
Rusted chains and twisted moons, the catacombs are quiet.
The Black Queen chide the funeral march, the churchtop bells did ring.
I forget this part...
In the court of the Crimson King.
Confusion will be my epitaph, as I walk a long and twisted path,
in the end, we'll sit down and laugh,
and I feel tomorrow I'll be dyin, I feel tomorrow I'll be dyin......
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Post by docone31 on May 18, 2006 20:18:21 GMT -5
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, Robby Kieger and the Dude, are getting old!
Just like Randy of the Redwoods,
Just say Whoah!
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Post by hermatite on May 19, 2006 9:06:31 GMT -5
WHOAH!
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Post by krazydiamond on May 21, 2006 19:32:16 GMT -5
to summon up the Fire Witch in the Court of the Crimson King......can't believe you forgot that part.
(i talk to the wind, the wind does not hear)
KD
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Post by docone31 on May 21, 2006 20:08:55 GMT -5
Hey Krazy, the '60's were too good to me!
Its funny, somehow I got this label back then. It all becomes a blur. A tunnel, with that one branch hanging down in the night light, getting closer, closer, closer, then BAM! it just reaches out and hits me on the forehead! The stars, lights, the faces looking from outside the tunnel, their skin falling off their heads, laughing.
I just saw this new group, with Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Way cool, they are even doing their videos in black and white! How retro! Their new hit, For Your Love sounds vaguely familiar, kinda of an echo from the past. Kinda like the hit, White Room. Sounds like something from the past. All I need are white shoes, white belt, and a big grin. Yeah!
Kinda like Camille Keaton. I met her years ago, a long, long time ago, in a galaxy long ago....
An irony, I met Paul Smith at almost the same time. He was with Buster Keaton. Who would figuire he would become my Father in law many years later. He passed away about six months ago, and Jenne's mother followed four weeks ago.
I am in the film Lets Scare Jessica to Death, filmed just after Woodstock.
Was it all a dream? Was it a blur?
Were we really making the world a better place, or was it a prelude to the upcoming facism?
Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone. Susan the plans they made put an end to me.
I walked out this morning, and I wrote down this song. Just can't remember who to send it to.
Whoah, I've seen Fire and I've seen Rain. I've seen sunny days, and I thought they'd never end. I've seen lonely times and I could not find a friend,
But I always thought I'd see you again.
Looking back, I might be missing some pieces.
Wasn't it weird that we dropped some window pane, crossed the line, got married, and just when Paradise by the Dashboard light came out, we were over it. I looked around in the shop today, and the elderboomers are coming out, guns blazing. They would sell their children's soul to keep their company retirement rather than speak out. Then the young adults come into the shop. They look and act like children. Chubby, impulsive, shallow. Were we that different, or was it because we were in our skins then, we looked at things differently.
How come, with three neck fractures, two spinal fractures, an artificial knee, two torn rotator cuffs, I can outwork two twenty year olds, who work out? Was up?
I am feelin a little lost tonite.
What the heck happened?
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