SciForums Becomes Eclectic

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Quiet Sun
Rongwrong

I'm looking in my little black book
to see if I was right or rongwrong
within the confines of whoremonger logic
to even try to sing this song

I could have asked the I Ching
but that would have taken up too much time
And with the time before [Fall]
I didn't see there was no time to lose
If things got bad it could always turn into a blues
Like they do back home on the Delta –
grunt and groan

I'm looking in my little black book of European logic
Still I can't make head or tail of it
Ah, if I could only read between the lines
Think of all the treasures I might find
Learn the secret of trance and levitation
Liberate my soul in six easy lessons

Meanwhile I'll stay at home, listen to Schönberg in the bath
and leave you to the geometry of my laugh
to which you're welcome if it helps you at all
to get your rocks off and have a ball

Could there really be a thought that we have nothing to share?
We drink the same water and we breathe the same air

Deep down inside we need each other just the same
You need me to laugh at and I need you to blame
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Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
And then they leave me bleeding
Family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter
Empty of my colour
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side

Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away

Hey in the ice and snow
When the call up sounds to the real in deed
But do you really wanna know
How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
And they said your time is over
I don't see any gallant calls
I don't see an inch of reflex
'cept to leave me bleeding
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side

Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away

Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away

Reynard left and went to Warwickshire, to a mound near a railway line,
with canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up above the countryside
and breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the
north he could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I
played cricket as children. We were only three miles away, probably drinking
tea and talking,

(Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin)

at the same time as he was taking the stanley knife out of
the bag. He pushed the point into his stomach,

(His Father's not a sinner no more)

until the light shone right
through. And then he reached down, and he took the bag.
It's a plastic bag
With plastic handles
And plastic sides
and
and
And
ANd
AND
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE


ps - Kudos to Tiassa for Robyn Hitchcock
 




We'll be sold to Roddy
Comes for pearly dewdrop's drops
Weeks in our company
Buys the pearly dewdrop's drops

We'll be soaked and ruddy
Comes for pearly dewdrop's drops
Weeks in our company
Buys the pearly dewdrop's drops

We'll be soaked when Roddy comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

We'll be soaked when around he comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

Taciturn to fellow
So try to turn to loan him these
Bruised your eye on her staff
So when he turned around he saw

Taciturn to fellow
So try to turn to loan him these
Bruised your eye on her staff
So if we send the Roddy, soaks

We'll be soaked when Roddy comes
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks

(We'll be sold to Roddy, sold to Roddy)
Rows of pearly dewdrop's drops
(We'll be sold to Roddy, sold to Roddy)
Tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny
Buys the pearly dew drips soaks


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Three from Uncle Shelby


Shel Silverstein, "I Got Stoned and I Missed It"​

Oh yes boys, play it sweet for me.

I was sittin' in my basement; I'd just rolled myself a taste of
Somethin' green, gold, and glorious to get me through the day.
When my friend yells through my transom, "Grab your coat an' get your hat, son.
There's a nut down on the corner a givin' dollar bills away."

But I sat around a bit, and then I had another hit.
And then I rolled myself a bomber, thought about my momma.
Looked around, fooled around, played around while and then—

I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and it rolled right by.
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned—oh me, oh my.

It took seven months of urgin' just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face up to my place to fool around a bit.
And next day she woke up rosy, and she snuggled up so cosy.
But when she asked me how I liked it Lord it hurt me to admit—

I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and it rolled right by.
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned—oh me, oh my.

I ain't makin' no excuses for so many things I uses
Just to brighten my relationships and sweeten up my day.
But when my earthly race is over, and I'm ready for the clover,
And they ask me how my life has been, I guess I have to say,

I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and it rolled right by.
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned—oh me, oh my.​

• "Qualuudes Again"
• "The Smoke-Off"
 
meh, he's no ari, but a son of philippe shall have to do.

for what seemed hours, i wandered along the seine, schlepping about a parcel on wheels containing a harmonium, sundry electronics, and personal effects, in pursuit of that fabled hotel. (this did follow a previous successful pilgrimage to the gravesite.) what i found instead was a horrible girl who wooed me with her fondness for magma and gong--woo indeed: her supposed medical knowledge failed to distinguish between a fucking kidney and a liver. but anyways...

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abschied

seinem geiste bekenne ich mich
ein sehnen verzehret sein schönes gesicht
das ermattet von güte beschattet allmächtig ist

sein körper bewegt sich nicht
im traume sich endlich sein zwingen vergißt

den heulenden jubel erkenne ich nicht
der mir den heiligen frieden zerbricht
sein schweigender mund, seine schlafende brust
harren zärtlich der süßen lust

sein körper bewegt sich nicht
im traume sich endlich sein zwingen vergißt


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you forgot to answer

when i remember what to say
when i remember what to say
you will know me again
and you forget to answer

when i remember what to say
when i remember what to say
you will know me again
and you forget to answer

you seem not to be listening
you seem not to be listening
the high tide is taking everything
and you forget to answer

when i remember what to say
when i remember what to say
you will know me again
and you forget to answer
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