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FinsburyParkCarrots
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When you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
When you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
And the ones you leave behind won’t really mind The End
If there’s chance to jump this hellfire ring
Yeah, when you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
All your days you’ll see these people with their blazey big eyes
They’ll speak of passion with a capital P
Yeah, all your days you’ll meet with people, see their blazey big eyes,
Their fashion’s passion with a capital P
They say that living like a razor might cut gold dust from the skies
You’ll tell ‘em love springs from the ground, they won’t agree
All your days you’ll see the crazies with their blazey big eyes
Shining passion with a capital P
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these
Yeah, when you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these
And you learn to love the sunshine when it ever ventures back
You look for light behind the mantle of ill-ease
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these.
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
When you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
And the ones you leave behind won’t really mind The End
If there’s chance to jump this hellfire ring
Yeah, when you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
All your days you’ll see these people with their blazey big eyes
They’ll speak of passion with a capital P
Yeah, all your days you’ll meet with people, see their blazey big eyes,
Their fashion’s passion with a capital P
They say that living like a razor might cut gold dust from the skies
You’ll tell ‘em love springs from the ground, they won’t agree
All your days you’ll see the crazies with their blazey big eyes
Shining passion with a capital P
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these
Yeah, when you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these
And you learn to love the sunshine when it ever ventures back
You look for light behind the mantle of ill-ease
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
Just know, you see far better when the days are like these.
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'Shining passion [verb/noun?] with a capital P' describes the crazies v. succinctly, and also gives me more of a handle on my own crazy tendencies.
That whole barren glitz of living every day as though it were the last: no one ever has the courage let alone stamina to make of a that a viable way of life. When did living in simple contemplation from one year to the next become outlawed?
Anyhow thanks, and here's to the sunshine beyond that horizon / behind those clouds!
(It's very simple compared to what you usually write.)
so true, so true... god!
Age of Mind
When you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
When you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
And the ones you leave behind won’t really mind The End
If there’s a chance to jump this hellfire ring
Yeah, when you get up to a certain age of mind, my friend
Armageddon’s just an everyday thing
All your days you’ll see these people with their blazey big eyes
They’ll speak of passion with a capital P
Yeah, all your days you’ll meet with people, see their blazey big eyes,
Their fashion’s passion with a capital P
They say that living like a razor might cut gold dust from the skies
You’ll tell ‘em love springs from the ground, they won’t agree
All your days you’ll see the crazies with their blazey big eyes
Shining passion with a capital P
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
You see far better when the days are like these
Yeah, when you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
You see far better when the days are like these
And you learn to love the sunshine when it ever ventures back
You look for light behind the mantle of ill-ease
When you wake up in the morning and the clouds hang black
You see far better when the days are like these.
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Cheers.
needs a bit of banjo, eh?
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
may the deserters go down
in angel dust of agent orange?
Or will they really lay behind
to live such a pleasant life?
I guess it's something they just don't
care to explore.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
I have a certain contact on the case in Dublin, this weekend.
I really like it In my head though I heard it as going a lot faster than that. good stuff.