You! Yes, you!
 

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I'm bored.

Somebody say something, dammit!

something, dammit!



For lack of anything more earth shattering to talk about, let me tell you what happened at home last night. I'm sitting in the living room just resting and bloto'd out, when in the next room I hear my two boys starting to argue about who did what and how with the Xbox game; they're born 15mos apart now 11 & 12yo, and are often very competitive with each other and often prodding each other into physical confrontation; so I interject my stern voice while still planting my fat butt in my easy chair, I tell the younger one who's getting more agitated to get out of there before he gets in trouble; suddenly I hear "oh my god oh my god what did you do look what you did" from the older one in a cold shocked voice; I run into the room and see a fork completely buried in his thigh so that none of the prongs are visible; apparently the younger one threw it and it just stuck; I yank the fork out, grab a clean kitchen towel and make a sort of tournikit, and head off to the local hospital emergency room. No serious damage but an unusually eventful evening at our home.

this one time at band camp...

you!!!


yes..........you behind the bikeshed.

if you don't eat your meat,how can you have any pudding?

how can you have any pudding,if you don't eat your meat?



fuck i love pink floyd.

I finally got some sleep last night, if I had been up I would have conversed withya.
Cheerio.

That's disturbing. Your child is going to grow up to be a serial killer. He will collect the heads of prostitutes.

I mean, seriously now. I understand competitive, but stabbing your sibling rival is a bit much.

I knew the Fly would get the ref.

Floyd rules man..........

hello...(hello)...is there anybody out there???

Wishin you were here.

& Fly gave me "Pigs"

I may have just come again.

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.




man this could be a fun thread

Dare we Meddle?

i got your meddle right here baby.........





You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing.

You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning.

And who's the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.

Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer .....

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around...

Shirley Bassey phil?

yeah, right...

the fuck did that come from?...........it's a Floyd thread now man.



*although.........the lyrics would tend to make one think that it was a Floyd tune.*


you sneaky bastard you..........

" I declare Floyd, I believe you're getting the hang of it.
And looka there, the're the right length and everything."

thanks phil.......now i'm gonna be watching Floyd all fuckin' day on youtube.......







*bastard*

:bowdown: Syd Barrett :)

wow...........Jack went all old school on us.......


nicely done Jack.

and 'shine on you crazy diamond' is about kate smith?

I declare this thread Floydtastic!

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.




i love that song.

One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces....

Wot's... uh... the deal?

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies wots...uh,the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Just turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

HEAR ME SHOUT...
Come on in
What's the news, where ya been
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

now if that were in Victoria BC.....i'd so be there.

There have been beautiful sunsets all this month, but more importantly, sunrises.

Yes, that was not haiku.