"...audio quid ueteres olim moneatis amici,
"pone seram, cohibe..."
Loose Man ...
Il uomo universale ...
I hear the Waters... I hear a Bird...
Wu wei for oomny ones,not to be symphysized, confused, within-you-without-you New Aged prematurely...
Only or oomny, ones, not to be symphysized, nay...
Confused… 613 …
Sting me, oh, it hurts…
But not that much…I’m not
allergic…
Okay…one freebie, a hint at what a freebie might be, mayb-B-b-B-b-Bay…Bee…February...
Bar-bie… Dolly...
“I need a reason
I can't think without one now
Too much learning got to show
Call it teasing…
Maybe catch her, don't know how
Too many things, too much to know
I'll bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind
Lady screaming, lady leave me out
'Cause sometimes people stare
Sitting down in electric chairs
Steaming crowds they gather and they shout…”
I can't think without one now
Too much learning got to show
Call it teasing…
Maybe catch her, don't know how
Too many things, too much to know
I'll bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind
Lady screaming, lady leave me out
'Cause sometimes people stare
Sitting down in electric chairs
Steaming crowds they gather and they shout…”
Call it teasing…
Maybe catch her, don't know how...
Call it teasing…
And this, at one time, in
illo tempore, was a New Religion….
Was a New Religion….
The cadence at 0:42… lift off foreshockingly of musica prisca caput…
Con gratia et privilegio...
gratia et privilegio...
gratia plena...
Deo gratias...
Yes.
Recess Is So Over (a Cowbell Tolls for Cowboys Everywhere…).
The Cowbell tolls,
a story…
Uh, what…?
Translate the French. or the Chinese...?
“Did your teacher know ring my bell
was a metaphor …?
Uh, well…
“I wouldn't
know. I was only in the 6th grade,
so even if she did, I doubt she would have said something like that to her
students. But interesting to know.”
“La bactería brutal!!” …
Bong's away...
[Verse]
Nobody's fault but mine [X2]
Trying to save my soul tonight
It's nobody's fault but mine
Devil he told me to roll [X2]
How to roll the log tonight
Nobody's fault but mine
Trying to save my soul tonight
It's nobody's fault but mine
Devil he told me to roll [X2]
How to roll the log tonight
Nobody's fault but mine
Brother he showed me the gong
Brother he showed me the ding dong ding-- How to get that bong to light Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine Got a monkey on my back [X2]
Got a m-m-m-m-monkey on my back,
Got a m-m-m-m-monkey
on my back, back, back, back,
I’m trying to keep that dong alive…
Oh, it’s some body's fault, but mine?
[Outro]
[Outro]
Oh…
How to keep that dong
alive…
It’s n-n-n-n-n-n-nobody's fault…
It’s n-n-n-n-n-n-nobody's fault…
Then it's all in the mind?
Any time I want? As many times as I want...?
That simple?
Tongue Fu.
Aside from Police and ‘Corrections’ Officers (sed quis custodiet ipsos?), the worst people in the world are math
teachers and piano teachers (okay, it’s a wee bit of an over-generalization,
but only a wee one, wu wei-free stickler(s)...). P utting aside the cases of non-child-abusers, adult education (or
whatever), these pieces ‘of work’ are the psychological type (psychopathic psychological type) who
gravitate towards the role of gate-keeper,
providers of pristine Eden-oid Gardens of Mutual Wink-Blink-and-Nod to the competition that could have been, but was snuffed out in the budnip. In the
cradle so to speak...
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