Time to Rock

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mule_Skinner_Blues



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It was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

It was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And the cross held aloft

Bury me in armor
When I'm dead and hit the ground
My nerves are poles that unfroze

And if you love me
Won't you let me know?

I don't want to be a soldier
With the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below

So if you love me
Why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent, still

Said if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

this chick is a revolution in art
all transcending

^good to go with the latest news on stephen hawking's event horizons .....?





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http://www.nbcnews.com/science/stephen-hawking-shakes-theory-again-black-holes-are-actually-gray-2D12001605

http://www.nature.com/news/stephen-hawking-there-are-no-black-holes-1.14583

http://planet.infowars.com/science/stephen-hawking-the-absence-of-event-horizons-means-there-are-no-black-holes

I've seen this too. 

Hawkings seems to be modifying his thinking by looking at quantum physics. 

http://www.extremetech.com/extreme/175414-stephen-hawking-research-there-are-no-black-holes

yep.
isn't it amazing how much of reality can be modified with immediate implications going unnoticed?

http://www.spiritscienceandmetaphysics.com/scientists-claim-that-quantum-theory-proves-consciousness-moves-to-another-universe-at-death/

Oh, great link! I am going to have to study that when I get a chance. Busy at work right now...

Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.


It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.


I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;


But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.


So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...


I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;


But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.


It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.

see what might do:


http://rethink.org/



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"Say Hallelujah"

Say Hallelujah
Throw up your hands
The bucket is kicked
The body is gone

Close your eyes
And bow your head
To rest your soul
And to praise the dead

Say Hallelujah
Throw up your hands
The bucket is kicked
The body is gone

Dry your eyes
And stand upright
Put a smile on your face
He wouldn't want us to cry

The sun will rise
The stars will shine
Turning day to dusk
And night to dawn
We'll pass on
But until that time

Say Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Say Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Say Hallelujah
Throw up your hands
The bucket is kicked
The body is gone

Have mercy
It's a wonderful life
Eternal rest for the weary
Mourners party tonight

Say Hallelujah
Throw up your hands
The bucket is kicked
The body is gone

Wave your hands
But don't say goodbye
We're all gonna meet you
On the other side

Jonathan Ainsley Bain wrote:

you dug out a diamond, eh?

Quote :

"Visions Of Johanna"

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man "

As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

http://www.euronews.com/2014/01/23/rare-blue-diamond-found-in-south-africa/



thanks....!



http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/goldberg-polyhedra-mathematical-impressions-video/
http://www.spiegel.de/wissenschaft/mensch/geometrie-neue-klasse-regelmaessiger-koerper-entdeckt-a-952615.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doge_%28meme%29

When she said
“Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies”
I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes
Then said, “What else you got left?”
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, “Don’t forget
Everybody must give something back
For something they get”

I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come
And she buttoned her boot
And straightened her suit
Then she said, “Don’t get cute”
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside
I stood in the dirt where ev’ryone walked
And after finding I’d
Forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some
She said, “No, dear”
I said, “Your words aren’t clear
You’d better spit out your gum”
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor
And I covered her up and then
Thought I’d go look through her drawer

And when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you
And you, you took me in
You loved me then
You didn’t waste time
And I, I never took much
I never asked for your crutch
Now don’t ask for mine

this is how you blow me dissy fillisy forums



keep suckin' on what you deserve

next time around .... \!! c'est passé



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu40tjcxhLo&hd=1

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

You're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
and thinking of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
and anyone who's ever split apart
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile

La la la la, la la la, etc...

Sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

Quote :

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

passe'

?

moi?

pas toi ? \!!


http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/dairy-farming-in-europe-effiency-paramount-as-eu-quotas-expire-a-954750.html