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There's something about the theater which makes my fingertips tingle.

quote by Wole Soyinka
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Notes On An Unadorned Night

after Rene Char

Let's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a station
break, a bridge of a song.

Let's agree further that activities at night—movies,
campfires, reading by a lamp—are all
basically an homage to the day.

I have come to regard these two statements as
contradictory. Let me explain.

First, set aside that one could see a movie, torch a fire,
and read with the sun blazing over us.

The in-between aspect of night need not spark a flurry of
activity, is all I'm saying.

You could do nothing at night! Just lay and sleep!

A Cézanne sketch I looked at last night bears
mentioning.

A big Gallic face, reclining upwards, looks up at three
boxcars on train tracks.

The man's eyes are wide open and unfulfilled.

The two disemboweled deer I saw the night before also
bear mentioning.

The torsos of both deer were connected to faces, both
looking up.

I assumed they were struck by trains near the house
where I was sleeping.

Anyway, it occurred to me that as I looked into these
two dead deer's eyes that so much has fallen at
me, rather than simply by me.

I want to be among people. I do.

But I just want the easy parts skipped, for bodies to rub
up against each other, to always feel as new flesh
touches new flesh.

Those deer weren't an emblem of anything. I'm not like that.

I don't need dead animals to mirror my own interior world.

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poem by Daniel Nester
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Theatre Of Dreams

Oh can I lie here, can I whisper; can I tell
you anything that you want to hear,
Is it thoughts, is it feelings, is it what you
need, can I make you feel good,
It's just something that I thought that
you'd like, in a world that's dying,
Oh I can see you smiling. Oh, can I do this
for you?
In the pale and lonely light you feel so
exciting ah,
I fail the words, I need to speak to tell you
how,
You can love who you love, you can be who
you want, in the theater of dreams,
Oh, you can love who you love, you can be
who you want, in the theater of dreams. In
the theater of dreams.
Oh can I touch you, can I hold you, I can
do anything, that you want me to,
Does it hurt, is it OK is it what you need to
make you feel good,
I got something that I think that you'd like,
in a world that's changing,
Oh I can feel you smiling, Oh can I do this
for you?
In a pale and lonely life, you seem so
exciting ah,
I fail the words, I need to speak to tell you
how.
You can love who you love, you can be who
you want, in the theater of dreams.
Oh, you can love who you love, you can be
who you want, in the theater of dreams.
This is where you open up your mind, yeah.
This is where you lose, lose your chains of
time.
In the theater of dreams.

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Fingertips

Everything is catching
Yes, everything is catching on fire
(everythings catching on fire)
Everything is catching on fire (everythings catching on fire)
Fingertips
Fingertips
Fingertips
I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say, hello, hello,
Im the one who loves you so.
Hey now everybody now
Hey now everybody
Hey now everybody now
Whos that standing out my window?
I found a new friend
Underneath my pillow
Come on and wreck my car (come on)
Come on and wreck my car (come on)
Come on and wreck my car (come on)
Come on and wreck my car (come on)
Arent you the guy who hit me in the eye?
Arent you the guy who hit me in the eye?
Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Whos knocking on the wall?
All alone all alone
All by myself
Whats that blue thing doing here?
Something grabbed ahold of my hand
I didnt know what had my hand
But thats when all my troubles began
I dont understand you (I dont understand you)
I just dont understand you (I dont understand you)
I dont understand the things you say
I cant understand a single word
I dont understand you (I dont understand you)
I just dont understand you (I dont understand you)
I cannot understand you (I dont understand you)
I dont understand you (I dont understand you)
I heard a sound, I turned around
I turned around to find the thing
That made the sound
Mysterious whisper
Mysterious whisper
Mysterious whisper
Mysterious whisper
The day that love came to play

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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The Art Of Life

If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Hasn't met the director or the producer,
The manager, assistant manager.
The script writer, agent, publicist...
And a host of others behind the scenes.

If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Doesn't know theater.
Or who calls the shots,
To enable any light to shine
And be spotted anywhere.

Theater is staged.
No matter whose name is on the marquee,
To sell the tickets.
Theater is staged.
And the best acts are trained to fill the seats.
If one knew theater,
One would know the art of life.

And the importance of having not only a good director...
But one with the bucks,
Who can keep the production afloat long enough to seduce...
Is the key to selling an audience sold on what they see,
Until the curtain drops to signal the end of the performance.

Taken from its natural habitat to be staged,
The art of life...
Is only theater to delude and to captivate believers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allegany Camp

amazing grace circus camp
amazing grace day camp
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amazing place chalet pigeon forge
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amazon lodge dutch oven camp
ambassador camp at lake waccamaw nc
ambassador camp inc
ambassador chalet
ambassador chalet at doral
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amber bowers
amber camp lazlo
amber pow camp
amberg germany dp camp
ambition camp hockey pro
ambler baseball camp
ambleside scotland school camp
ambon pow camp
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ambulance bower
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amelia earhart in japanese war camp

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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The Great Stealth-burger Caper

A head cold had settled in with a vengeance.
After a couple of days at home I felt stir crazy.
Was it time to go somewhere, maybe a movie?

A quick glance at Arts & Entertainment section
and we made our choice of movies playing at our
favorite theater.

We jumped in the car and headed to the cinema.
“Haven’t eaten all day lets get a burger” I said.
“We don’t have enough time to stop to eat, lets
get something at the theater” Laureen replied.

“Nope, too expensive and the food is crappy anyway.
Let’s get some burgers to go and sneak them into the theater”

“What? ” You know they don’t let people take in food”
“Yeah, so they don’t need to know, right? ”

We wheeled into “Cruisers” a 50’s throwback diner.
You know the kind with old pictures of Elvis and Marilyn,
hanging on the walls and black & white checkerboard floors.

Cruisers make great burgers cheap (volume...Over a zillion sold) .
Thin patties, shredded lettuce, onions, tomatoes, pickles
and fresh sesame buns. Burgers better than the guys
with the “Golden Arches” or “flame broiled” belly busters.

It was 30 minutes before show time, but we were in luck.
Things were going well because we arrived 15 minutes before noon.
The movie gods were with us…
Just as we placed our order, people started lining up behind us.

“Two regular burgers with the works and mustard dressing please”
“Want fries with your burgers”
“Nope” I said hurriedly.

Laureen placed her order,
“One regular burger with everything except onions and an order of fries.”
“Do you want curly, regular, tatter tots or steak fries? ”
“Uh, I’ll take the steak fries please”
“Anything to drink? ”
“No thanks, just a cup for water (she wasn’t about to let me drink from her water bottle) .
We looked at each other as we sat down holding
our plastic tent with a black number 3 on it.

“Uh, how are we going to smuggle in that much food”, laureen asked.
“In your purse” I answered with a clueless grin on my face.
“Are you kidding, it’s already full and besides my water bottle is in it”
“I’ll put the water bottle in my back pocket”

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poem by Ray Lucero
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Sensual

Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids

And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine

Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind

Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine

poem by David Whalen
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The L Word

Maurice white, jon lind, nicky brown & allee willis
I climb in bed
Shes distracted
Flipping pages
Asking for the matches
Cigarette smoke hangs
Just like a curtain
That makes me wonder
Is her love for certain?
I see the truth now
She gave me the blues today
She turns the lights out
Whenever I want to play
Chorus:
(l.o.v.e.) she dont get the message
All I ever wanted was your love
All I ever wanted was your love
Our love is dyin
On the cold sheets
My body aching
To warm a heart with no heat
Just a whisper
Of the l word
Makes her shiver
She touches love with cold feet
In her heart lies the naked truth
I could use today
She turns the lights out
Before my heart can say...
Chorus
Bridge:
Ls the word that I heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips
Ls the word in the wind
Love has touched my heart again
Ls the word to be heart
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips
Chorus
Bridge
Vamp 1:
(l.o.v.e.)
Vamp 2:
(l.o.v.e.)
(ls the word that I heard)
(ls the word that I heard)
(ls the word that I heard)
(ls the word that I heard)
(from your lips, your hips, your fingertips)
(from your lips, your hips, your fingertips)
Vamp

song performed by Earth Wind And Fire
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In Pursuit of the Poetic Soul of Ryan Adams

In Pursuit of the Poetic Soul of Ryan Adams

By Uriah Lee Hamilton

Last day of summer, football Saturday afternoon. A Warm breeze was pushing me toward Ann Arbor like a happy autumn leaf in pursuit of the beautiful poetic soul of Ryan Adams. Lovely charming mood all the way playing Easy Tiger and Demolition and feeling like the universe was kind and smiling.
Exit off 94 West onto State Street and all excited to make my way to Liberty Street and the heart of the College town I love. Kids were milling around everywhere in their gold and blue, gleeful and happy that Michigan is now playing 500 football after a discouraging start. Parking spaces across the street from Michigan Theater in the parking structure are all taken, I have to drive to the roof and still wait for a football fan to leave.
Me and my friend Cassandra start walking around and dig everything and everyone we see. Ann Arbor brings out your gentle Jack Kerouac nature, the part of you that wants to praise everything for it’s sad but beautiful, integral purpose to this existence.
We enter an Eastern clothing and folk art store that is positively charming and enlightening. I can’t remember the name of the store. Perhaps, it is called the Enchanted Sarong. It almost felt like George Harrison was there with us, beautiful carved statues of Buddha and Krishna and Ganesha were everywhere. The sales lady was friendly and helpful and said sweetly, “we’re Om friendly” as we asked about carved symbols for the breath-word Om. The serene incense Nag Champa drifted through the room but it was now time to leave and make our way to the Ryan Adams concert at Michigan Theater.
I purchased my tickets the very minute they went on sale and prayed I had front row despite my tickets saying double A. No Such luck, but I was still happy to be in row 27. As I was waiting for the show to begin, I saw my concert friend Jeremy and got his attention. He looked as happy and as excited as myself and said he had spent a fortune at some cool record store. Jeremy then handed me a beautiful soundboard copy of Ryan Adams at the Gem Theater in downtown Detroit June 20th 2007. Man, how I’ve been longing for that show! I then gave Jeremy a copy of Ryan’s punk rock band the Finger.
Now the lights go out and the music begins. Ryan Opens with Goodnight Rose and closes with Goodnight Hollywood Boulevard. Everything in-between is just magical. The first auspicious sign was that Ryan came out playing guitar! ! In June, he only sang, he didn’t play any instruments, some injury sidelined him. The June Show as a result was more subtle, almost like MTV Unplugged. Subtle but amazing. Last night was more rocking and adventurous with reworked extended arrangements, ala the Grateful Dead. In particular was a long and lovely version of Off Broadway from Easy Tiger. At the completion of Off Broadway, I shouted, “That was gorgeous! ” Of course, I may have added an expletive, all in the interest of ecstatic joy for music.
Ryan told a story during the show about running into a girl on her way to the concert that didn’t recognize him because he dresses like a plumber. My friend after the show said she thought she saw Ryan Adams on the street near the theater. I asked, “Really? ” She said, “I saw someone that looked like a plumber.” I can say, I didn’t see Ryan on the streets anywhere in Ann Arbor yesterday, but I have been known to miss a plumber or two in my day.
The first two songs in the encore made the whole show for me. Ryan came out by himself with an acoustic guitar and sang Call Me On Your Way Back Home. Toward the end of the song, Ryan played harmonica and I screamed like a schoolgirl, pretty much the way I do whenever Bobby Dylan plays harmonica! And if that wasn’t enough to make the end of summer completely magical, Ryan then sat down at the piano and sang Sylvia Plath: Oh my God, the point of tears! I’ve waited six years to hear him sing that song live from the Album Gold. As I told my friend, that was the song that sealed the deal making Ryan Adams my modern hero! If you want to get my attention and loyalty, sing about one of the tragic poets I love.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Triangle

Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sail
The best of all friends will say good-bye again theres still time for one last glass of ale
Well sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheer
And when weve looked over the white cliffs of dover, well be in bahama next year
From bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two
Theres many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true
Dont worry bout me, he said go down below, give a certified sailor a turn,
Just sip on your rum or Ill give you my thumb and say, son you got something t learn!
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips
Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water runs heavy and fast
The mermaids have all gone to davy jones ball
And it seems their first trip was their last
They had so much fun
They dont wish to return
To the beach where they lay all day long
Theyd rather stay under
And boy its no wonder
When all the rock lobsters roll on
Its a mighty fine way to be found
Triangle triangle
Oh see my ship dangle
Were bound for bahama my friend
Like lovers like danger
Like babies like mangers
But thats where my storybook ends
Like soldiers of fortune, believers in god
And all kings without crosses to bear
All sweepers and cleaners
With no misdemeanors
Should try the triangle out there
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip
From an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight
I might have her at my fingertips
When she took her last tumble
The sea bottom rumbled
There was no confusion or blame
The captain said men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain
And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep
With their faces turned up to the stars
A tuna fish turned
To a mermaid in bed and said
There goes another sandbar

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song performed by Gordon Lightfoot
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Fingertips Part 1 & 2

Fingertips Part 1 & 2 6:24 Trk 2
(Clarence Paul and Henry 'Hank' Cosby)
Little Stevie Wonder (Steveland
Fingertips Part 2 -Pop Chart #1 June 22, 1963
Recorded: Live at The Regal Theatre Chicago
Tamla (Motown) Records #54080
Album: Stevie Wonder Early Classics
Spectrum CD 544211-2
Part 1: (bongo drum background)
'Yeah'
'Yeah'
Spoken:
Ladies and gentlemen, now I'm going to do a song
taken from my album, 'The Jazz Soul of Little Stevie'
The name of the song is called, umm, 'Fingertips'.
Now, I want ya to clap yo' hand, come on.
Come on!
Yeah!
Stomp yo' feet
Jump up and down, do anything that you wanna do!
Yeah!
Yeah!

<> (3:15 approx. on the track)
Ev'rybody say, 'Yeah'
(Yeah, yeah!)
Say, yeah!
(Yeah!)
Say, yeah
(Yeah!)
Yeah?
(Yeah!)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(instrumental & harmonica)
Just a little bit-a so-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-oul
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Clap your hands, just a little bit louder
Clap your hands, just a little bit louder
(harmonica & instrumental)
Stevie sings:
I know that ev'rybody had, yeah
Ev'rybody have a good time
So, if you want me to
If you want me to
I'm gonna swing a-song
Yeah, just-a one mo' time
Be sure I'll come back
Just-a one more time
Will I come back
So, good-bye

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Giving Of The Time That You've Got

When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.

When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.

And...
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
You're giving it the time you've got.
Want AND needed...
You're giving it the time you've got.

When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.

And-you-are...
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.

When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
With a giving of the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving of the time that you've got.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Licking Greasy Fingertips Wont Do The Trick

You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.

But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.

You want a slim waist to look so lean.
But at midnight you're eating icecream.

Licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.

You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.

But a licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
You've got to do it for yourself and no one else.
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.

You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
A licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
And...
Beyoncé
Will love you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've never had any feeling of disconnection between the classical theater, or the contemporary theater, or musical theater, or the thing that we call opera.

quote by Trevor Nunn
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I've always wanted to do theater in Chicago. Chicago is a big theater town-and, in some ways, I think this city is savvier and smarter than New York. Sometimes, I think it's a little too chic to go to theater in New York these days.

quote by Jeffrey Donovan
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Only The Fake Blood Seems Real

humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed
quite a lot I think at the cinema humans have gallons of blood to bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing
red swims before our eyes till we've grown dizzy and have to get up
and stumble outside then out into the streets grown maroon with living death our triumphant red blood stronger than iron magnets stronger
than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed with other humans humans bleed quite a lot I think at the cinema humans
have gallons of blood to bleed out bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing red red swims before our eyes till we’ve grown dizzy dizzy have to get up and stumble outside then out in the streets grown maroon maroon with living death our triumphant red red blood blood stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed bleed bleed out in dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing flowing flowing red blood red red blood
stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have lot in common other humans bleed bleed bleed bleed a lot humans gallons of blood blood blood blood to bleed out bleed bleed out in dying dying scenes on screens all the flowing flowing flowing flowing red red red red swims swims dizzy dizzy stumble streets maroon maroon maroon death death death death red red red blood blood blood blood blood drains why bother?

poem by Patti Masterman
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Nowhere Else To Go

Precautions must be taken with
precaution, treated as a myth.
If not, they’ll lead us to forbid
the source of life, known as the id,
from free expression, which we need
for every yetser hora deed.

They should be scheduled for deletion
in pastures green that are Beckettian.
Ignore my wise scenario
if you have nowhere else to go,
but only someone who’s a schmuck
would disregard this wise pesak.

Inspired by Christopher Isherwood’s review of Barry McGovern’s performance in “I’ll Go On, ” a lively tramp through the vast, thorny pastures of Beckett’s prose that is being performed at the Gerald W. Lynch Theater through Sunday. The evening, directed by Colm O Briain, is part of the Lincoln Center Festival’s small program of staged versions of Beckett works not originally written for theater, all produced by the Gate Theater of Dublin (“Lingusitic Somersaults Through Beckettian Pastures, ” NYT, July 21,2008) :
He opens the show with a few introductory remarks before the curtain, a little comic warm-up with grim shafts of Beckettian bleakness embedded in it. “You can’t leave, ” he says, bulging eyes leering at the audience. “Because you’re afraid it might be worse elsewhere.” As this music-hall opening suggests, Mr. McGovern and Gerry Dukes, who together selected the texts, have concentrated on the rich seams of humor in Beckett’s writing, the mad cackle that echoes in even the grimmest passages. They have taken a sculptor’s chisel to “Molloy, ” the first novel in the series, and chipped away great chunks of language to reveal the picaresque comic narrative underneath. The title character is a tramp with a bum leg — actually two now — who is recalling a wayward journey to visit his mother. His story unfolds as a series of strange vignettes brought to physical life by Mr. McGovern, jumping back and forth between Molloy and the characters he encounters. While tootling along on his decrepit bicycle, Molloy is accosted by a policeman and taken to the police station. It is there that the unwelcome charity is forced on Molloy, in the form of a repellent cup of tea and stale bread. “Let me tell you this, ” he bitterly confides, “when social workers offer you, free, gratis and for nothing, something to hinder you from swooning, which with them is an obsession, it is useless to recoil.” Freed later, Molloy continues on his way, only to run over a little dog, and not a dog straying in the street but one safely leashed. “Precautions are like resolutions, ” Molloy darkly observes, “to be taken with precaution.” The dog’s grateful owner — the unfortunate thing was on the verge of death anyway — insists that Molloy accompany her to its burial. The bravura comic centerpiece of Molloy’s journey is a long, elaborate discussion of the mathematical processes involved in choosing the stones he likes to suck on for comfort. Such are the useless obsessions that fill the gaping days.

7/21/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
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If it's a good LP, you'll get that tingle that makes you put it on again no matter what your initial reaction was. On the other hand, if you don't get that tingle, you'd better take it straight down to the record exchange.

quote by Andy Partridge
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Tahiru

Single, tingle, mingle;
Try to learn the truth always Tahiru;
For Mosheh climbed to the plain of Moab to Mount Nebo.
Mingle, tingle, single;
Try to learn the truth always Tahiru;
For Mosheh died at the top of the mountain (Pisgah) and,
Be like Yahshua Ben Nun.
Tahiru, life is like a visit to the house of Rachab the prositute;
But do learn like Caleb Ben Yephunneh and be like,
The parable of the seed and the sower.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thrills In The Night

Early morning, as she wakes from her sleep
9 to 5 is the day that shell keep
Ties her hair up and her blouse buttoned tight
Gets her work done as she waits for the night...
All the people, tell me what would they say
If they knew her, how she hides it away
Locked inside, theres the start of a flame
And the feelings that she never will tame
Ooh as shes walking around like a mystery
Ooh theres a woman that nobody sees livin inside
Chorus:
Thrills in the night, far from the light, passion taking over
Prices she pays, all through the days, no on really knows her
In the evening when she takes to the street
She goes hunting with a body in heat
And desires shes kept hidden inside make her tingle
And she knows why she lies
Ooh as shes walking around like a mystery
Ooh theres a woman that nobody sees living inside
Chorus repeats 2x
See the stranger that shes pushing away
As she dresses for the start of a day
And desires shes kept hidden inside make her tingle
Yeah she knows why she lies
Chorus repeats out

song performed by Kiss
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