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JD 
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Not sure if these will be readable or not, but they are from an English assignment back in high school, 1976-77    |
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Frets N Worries
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 14:12 |
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here are some lyrics I am very fond of, well... anything by Peter Hamill i'm fond of...
From 'Childlike Faith in Childhood's End', the best song off of their best album (not their best track, but pretty dang close) "All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too, all the throng who have danced a merry tune - Human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above, in the name of all faith and hope and love. There's a time for all pilgrims, and there's a time for the fakers too, there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude, naked to the galaxies - naked, but clothed in the overview... as we reach Childhood's End we must start anew. And though dark is the highway, and the peak's distance breaks my heart, for I never shall see it, still I play my part, believing that what waits for us is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past... In the death of mere humans life shall start!" Some of my favorite lyrics ever written, that and Pink Floyd's 'Time'
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
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Frets N Worries
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 14:12 |
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Plenty readable, very good!
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
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David_D
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 14:23 |
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As a curiousity, I can tell that I've learned to ask so nicely from my brothers dog.
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David_D
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 14:37 |
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I'd say, it's amazingly mature poetry in such young age. |
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David_D
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 14:54 |
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I find the Childlike Faith lyrics very engaged and optimistic, and some of Hammill's lyrics are also some of my most favourite ones.
Edited by David_D - November 13 2023 at 08:16 |
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Frets N Worries
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Posted: November 12 2023 at 17:39 |
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The weathered captain’s tattered, blue, and faded hat lay softly upon his ancient maps His furrowed brow searched the waves as the blue icy water slapped and churned This vessel weathered by years untold whined as its engine nearly snapped The passengers whispered ‘round the bends, should they be concerned? The engine moaned, uttered one last breath, then grinded to a halt The captain scratched his long white beard, muttering all the while He clambered down the ladder, now what was at fault? All the ship needed was to make it to that one last mile The passengers paced the worn oak deck, ready to give up They all heard clanging from the hull, the captain’s trusty wrench He turned some bolts, the engine cried, then gave a mighty jump The passengers cheered, but soon they’d all be drenched A pipe had burst, they were floating dead, adrift among the fog The captain came back up with a ghostly smile on his already weathered face. And yet a vicious hunger came from the sleepwalking crew among the salty lips “And now, the feast begins” "Cabin" by Atmos
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
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Posted: November 13 2023 at 05:16 |
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The Value of Om
The occupy divides itself into occupied foreign currency currently... the OM in a moment the UMMM moment, the moment In AHHHH… in a current, in a second, in a moment! Multiply the focus, the feeling of suck –the focus of which so very few folk are in Out of suck out of OM In a second (the one right before infinity) the occupy, thus occupied, in the reverse infinity second ( the one right after time) in a collapsing universe the Big Bang reverse of which nothing can exist. But wait a moment. What’s the matter? E=Mc2 ahh, but that’s relative: in a collapsing universe as the frequency of suck approaches infinity, the speed of light decreases inversely creeping toward zero. until nothing is left E=MC zero Nothing can divide anything by nothing. Then, what is perfect? A vacuum is perfect and a vacuum is nothing Nothing is perfect and nothing is boring. Though the frequency of flux in a vacuum sucks, if the suck for a moment were to focus and flux – shot like a spark from a quark (the smallest piece of matter in the entire universe) thus and therefore, the smallest matters matter, such as the Om of this poem the Om in a tomb The Om in a bomb one moment before BOOM! the Om in your mom, the Om in her womb the Om in this room in a current, half a second, For A Moment! -Cindy O Edited by omphaloskepsis - November 13 2023 at 05:55 |
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David_D
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Posted: November 13 2023 at 06:38 |
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Is it a quite philosophical poem or only apparently, Cindy?
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David_D
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Posted: November 13 2023 at 08:54 |
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But I think that I often can't really separate my perception of the lyrics from the rest of the music, so it's probably not just about the lyrics themselves.
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Posted: November 13 2023 at 11:43 |
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While I can be afraid of that we're moving into societies with more manipulation, and maybe even with turning a part of human beings into a kind of robots - in the longer run.  |
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Posted: November 13 2023 at 15:10 |
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But I don't mind to tell about my "work".  |
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David_D
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Posted: November 15 2023 at 04:52 |
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Expanding practised in the art of music Have to progress all the time otherwise it's not progressive To benefit for whom?
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 06:02 |
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Anyway, friends, you're sharing the bill here with a lot of very famous names...including Karl Marx...well, almost.
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 09:51 |
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NO ESCAPING Poem (eventually used as lyrics for song of same name on project with Steve McCann called Lord Of The Manor © JD Dinsdale 1999 Tides are turning on the oceans Currents shifting, new devotions Winds once blowing 'cross the nation Are now showing inclinations Opinions noted in the papers Stifling throated imitators Dark clouds rolling, hear the thunder Demons strolling pull you under No escaping, contemplating Eyes see red at every glance now Fine hairs rising, exorcising Give the dead another chance now Are you ready or preparing Keep it steady, music blaring Words are spoken in the order Spell is broken, cross the border Rising spirits fill the spaces Do you fear its changing faces No escaping, contemplating Eyes see red at every glancing Flesh is crawling, on walls scrawling Leads the dead to rhythmic dancing Tuning into, blatant violence Taste the sinew, hear the silence Mindless masses on the pathway Inhaling gasses, that's what they say No escaping, contemplating Eyes see red must take a stance now Show your mettle, must not settle Will you know which path to follow |
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 09:58 |
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A little bit of a call back Ode To Halloween Poem © JD Dinsdale 1977 Ghosts, goblins, cowboys and more Tonight they'll all be at my door "Trick or Treat" is all I hear Running out of treats is all I fear But soon, I know, this day will end And off to the dentist, my son, I'll send Then when 365 days have elapsed I'll subject myself to some more, perhaps But until next year, on Halloween Night When I'm over the cost and over the fright I'll close my eyes each night and pray That the neighbour's kids, at home, will stay |
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 10:50 |
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Stardust (Sections IX and XI of 'The Stardust Medley' by Atmos)
Stardust, round my head, through my eyes Floating away, on wings like fire, one desire. Climbing up towards the clouds Stardust, where can you be? Sunrise, round my head, through my eyes Crimson light bathes my face, endless grace Over hills, and piercing waters Stardust, what can you be? Sundown, round my head, through my eyes Now comes the end of day, please stay Going so far away, never to be seen again! Stardust, how can you be? Nebulas, round my head, through my eyes Swathes of light, endless might Unknown to millions, its heart gently sleeps. Stardust, who can you be? Stardust, in my head, through my eyes A Flash of glory, end of story Now I’m gone, my heart will rest Stardust, don’t leave me…. Blackstar, in my head, through my brain Thank you for this, endless bliss My breath is gone, my eyes are black Stardust, I thank you!!! |
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 12:29 |
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 16:05 |
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Voices from the Nose, Part A: Hassock Ecological Library Table Chair as Ghost
be converted to a valid date in the sky i found my toilet to clean the yard i have a lot of manure bags dumper truck with macaroni salad bird spot avenue my headphones and spend of food safety cheese milk the house eats bug junk car wheels snow scooters and my brain pan-diarrhea from now on, we can go to the mountain and cardboard 54 agents bathroom phone you know, you know, ready to jump into the carpet of breeze why won't weekday suffer into scroll? around each cheek expires the tolerant moon the complementary guideline dodges near the eagle a pending driver eases scroll timer wages the shining outlook in an imagined chemical From the song of the same name on the Superluminal Pachyderm album Unsalted Pants (2013) |
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i'm shopping for a new oil-cured sinus bag that's a happy bag of lettuce this car smells like cartilage nothing beats a good video about fractions |
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Posted: November 16 2023 at 17:13 |
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I could have thought, you've written those lyrics by yourself, Progaardvark.
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