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I have a lot more posting then u think that I wrote in aha...i'll have to check the Global Positioning System out sometime.... just where has orange cat been...????? |
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just saying night~night folks
and sending you a happy link ~ a pretty musical animated e-card ... my blessings to you this evening love and hugs ~ Lady Nessa http://www.riversongs.com/greetings/angels.html love, light, blessings & prayers |
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I am every where lol must go look
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Smoking, toking, poking, hell it's all the same to me, hiya Vanessa hugs and light always, your sis
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good day orange cat and noden
and all the rest of my friends on the "lunatic fringe " of society |
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Lunatic Fringe
from the Red Rider LP "As Far As Siam" Lunatic fringe I know you're out there You're in hiding And you hold your meetings We can hear you coming We know what you're after We're wise to you this time We won't let you kill the laughter. Lunatic fringe In the twilight's last gleaming This is open season But you won't get too far We know you've got to blame someone For your own confusion But we're on guard this time Against your final solution We can hear you coming (We can hear you coming) No you're not going to win this time We can hear the footsteps (We can hear the footsteps) Way out along the walkway Lunatic fringe We know you're out there But in these new dark ages There will still be light An eye for an eye; Well before you go under... Can you feel the resistance? Can you feel the thunder? |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Wed 01/02/08 09:21 AM
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Dare Greatly It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. ~ Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919) |
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HI ((((Vanessa))))
mind if i hid out in here for a while?? |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Wed 01/02/08 09:29 AM
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HI ((((Vanessa)))) mind if i hid out in here for a while?? oh, dear Ruth... you have always been polite ... you may hang out here anytime you wish... in fact i wish you would stop by more often... and others too...orange cat..neanderthal dave... kayak, candio, noden, "ddnumber?" <dave> everyone i named and everyone i didn't whoever is respectful & kind I miss everyone, but have to buckle down and take care of responsibilities, important business on the homefront.... little things that get so out of proportion , if they are not properly dealt with, you know??? |
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thank you my dear sis
I will pop in more often I just have some things I have to tend to \ i'll be back in a while |
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well I don't "smoke" but you still have a sweet thread
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Wed 01/02/08 11:34 AM
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thank you my dear sis I will pop in more often I just have some things I have to tend to \ i'll be back in a while okay, take care and i'll speak with you later... cruise on in anytime, and i will get back with y'all as soon as i can...love you lots |
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well I don't "smoke" but you still have a sweet thread hi there Dear dear "fade to black" lady friend ... thank you so much for stopping by... How are things going with you? |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Wed 01/02/08 11:59 AM
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~*^*^*^*~Learning To Fly ~*^*^*^*~
Pink Floyd Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back a flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing alone my senses reeled a fatal attraction holding me fast, how can I escape this irresistable grasp? can't keep my eyes from the circling sky tongue-tied twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I ice is forming on the tips of my wings unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything no navigator to guide my way home unladened, empty and turned to stone a soul in tension, that's learning to fly condition grounded but determined to try can't keep my eyes from the -circling- skies tongue-tied twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I above the planet on a wing and a prayer my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air across the clouds I see my shadow fly out of the corner of my watering eye a dream unthreatened by the morning light could blow this soul right through the roof of the night there's no sensation to compare with this suspended animation, a state of bliss can't keep my mind from the circling sky tongue-tied twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I |
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Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here. |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Wed 01/02/08 12:16 PM
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Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part 1)
by Pink Floyd Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! |
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love the music you're playin Nessa
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the pretender
by Jackson Browne Im going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway Im going to pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls around Ill go on home and lay my body down And when the morning light comes streaming in Ill get up and do it again Amen Say it again Amen I want to know what became of the changes We waited for love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening Ive been aware of the time going by They say in the end its the wink of an eye And when the morning light comes streaming in Youll get up and do it again Amen Caught between the longing for love And the struggle for the legal tender Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring And the junk man pounds his fender Where the veterans dream of the fight Fast asleep at the traffic light And the children solemnly wait For the ice cream vendor Out into the cool of the evening Strolls the pretender He knows that all his hopes and dreams Begin and end there Ah the laughter of the lovers As they run through the night Leaving nothing for the others But to choose off and fight And tear at the world with all their might While the ships bearing their dreams Sail out of sight Im going to find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And well fill in the missing colors In each others paint-by-number dreams And then well put out dark glasses on And well make love until our strength is gone And when the morning light comes streaming in Well get up and do it again Get it up again Im going to be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender And believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buy Thought true love could have been a contender Are you there? Say a prayer for the pretender Who started out so young and strong Only to surrender |
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Before the deluge
by Jackson Browne Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge Some of them new pleasure And some of them knew pain And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered And on the brave and crazy wings of youth They went flying around in the rain And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings And exchanged loves bright and fragile glow For the glitter and the rouge And in the moment they were swept before the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky Some of them were angry At the way the earth was abused By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky |
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