And yet we still argue :: Free Realms

#1 Oct 11 2004 at 12:28 AM Rating: Sub-Default

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"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think that it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock.

Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."

From some Leonard Cohen thing, Im not promoting it nor saying you should listen to it at all, but its true.

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#2 Oct 11 2004 at 1:05 AM Rating: Excellent

Jophiel

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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded; everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over; everybody knows that the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed, the poor stay poor and the rich get rich
That's how it goes. And everybody knows.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking; everybody knows that the Captain lied
Everybody's got this broken feeling like their father or their dog just died
Everybody's talking to their pockets; everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stemmed rose. And everybody knows.

Everybody knows you love me baby; everybody knows you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful, ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet but there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes. And everybody knows.

And everybody knows that it's now or never; everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten; Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows. And everybody knows.

Everybody knows that the plague is coming; everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead but there's going to be a meter on your bed
That will disclose what everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble; everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloodied cross on top of Calvary to the beach at Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart so take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows. And everybody knows

Edited, Mon Oct 11 02:07:05 2004 by Jophiel

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Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.

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#3 Oct 11 2004 at 1:11 AM Rating: Excellent

Danalog

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If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'ld been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
and left only men cause of Cotton-Eye Joe

Gotta work...

Now everybody dance!

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe

Hmm?

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#4 Oct 11 2004 at 1:13 AM Rating: Good

Demea

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Now that I
Face the world with pain inside
Strange but I
Can't understand the reasons why.
Forever is
A world that I cannot describe
That Died the time we said goodnight.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
The time has come to say goodnight.
And how could I
Be so sure but be so wrong?
And how could I?
Have a will so weak with a mind so strong?
And Only I
Can tell the difference right or wrong.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
I guess it's best we say goodnight.

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I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.

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#5 Oct 11 2004 at 1:14 AM Rating: Excellent

Jophiel

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Dude. Don't make me bust out the Jazz Police!

Guys like me are mad for turtle meat

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Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.

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#6 Oct 11 2004 at 10:59 AM Rating: Decent

Kelvyquayo

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There's a big holler tree down th road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go down th bend an' you come back again
With a jug full of good ole mountain dew

O, they call it that good ole mountain dew
An' them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug, you can fill up my jug
With some good ole mountain dew

Well, my Uncle Nort, he's pawed-off an' short
He's measures about four-foot-two
But he thinks he's a giant when ya give him a pint
Of that good ole mountain dew

My old Aunt June bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin' fume
But to her surprise when she had it in her eyes
They put nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well, th preacher rode by an' his head heisted high
Said, his wife had come down with th flu
An' he thought just by force, just sell him a quart
Of that good ole mountain dew

My brother Bill, has got a still on th hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
Th buzzards in th sky get so drunk they can't fly
From just smellin' that good ole mountain dew

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#7 Oct 11 2004 at 11:14 AM Rating: Decent

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Last night as I lay sleeping, a dream it came to me
I thought I heard a piper play the sweetest melody
People gathered round a’ dancing and singing so merrily
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

From the busy heart of Glasgow to Lochranza by the sea
O’er the water to Kintyre, the prettiest place you’ll ever see
To the pubs and bars of Oban, they’re all proud of their old country
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

On the road to Drumnadrochit, there’s music everywhere
For the piper plays for Nessie a sweet and tender air
Through Glengarry’s running rivers, cascading to the sea
To the tranquillity of Ullapool, ah now that’s Scotland to me
Come wild and windy weather, Caledonia ever free

When the fiddle plays from Shetland, they heard the piper’s song
They came o’er the sea to join him, they danced and they sang along
From the granite city southward, on the road to bonny Dundee
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

Now if you ever come to Scotland, ever come to visit my home
You can hear the piper playing, standing all alone
For he plays from Edinburgh Castle, that looks out to the sea
He’ll have you singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

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#8 Oct 11 2004 at 11:19 AM Rating: Decent

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Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen

These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us
We are far too young and clever
Eileen I'll sing this tune forever

Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on Eileen

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#9 Oct 11 2004 at 11:19 AM Rating: Good

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Last night as I lay sleeping, a dream it came to me
I thought I heard a piper play the sweetest melody
People gathered round a’ dancing and singing so merrily
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

From the busy heart of Glasgow to Lochranza by the sea
O’er the water to Kintyre, the prettiest place you’ll ever see
To the pubs and bars of Oban, they’re all proud of their old country
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

On the road to Drumnadrochit, there’s music everywhere
For the piper plays for Nessie a sweet and tender air
Through Glengarry’s running rivers, cascading to the sea
To the tranquillity of Ullapool, ah now that’s Scotland to me
Come wild and windy weather, Caledonia ever free

When the fiddle plays from Shetland, they heard the piper’s song
They came o’er the sea to join him, they danced and they sang along
From the granite city southward, on the road to bonny Dundee
They’re all singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

Now if you ever come to Scotland, ever come to visit my home
You can hear the piper playing, standing all alone
For he plays from Edinburgh Castle, that looks out to the sea
He’ll have you singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free
Singing and dancing, Caledonia ever free

Damn fu[b][/b]cking straight

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#10 Oct 11 2004 at 11:23 AM Rating: Decent

Debalic

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I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
in a big field of tall grass
I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face

And I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind, the fact that me,
an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome
should be the star of a Hollywood movie

But there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl, there was
black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...

Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear something crazy
She said:

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

I thought to myself what could that mean
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
so it's all in my head
and then.. I heard her say one more time:

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine, in the other, a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said:

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

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we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.

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#11 Oct 11 2004 at 11:25 AM Rating: Decent

Kelvyquayo

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..It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"

As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.....

i can't even post it all.... brings me to feckin' tears it does.
/SIGH

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