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Started by: catweazle1961
On: 12/11/2017 | 01:03
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by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 01:03 edited: 21/12/2018 | 22:59

The thread starts from post number 3. 

 

There are now 50 pages of Randomness.

 

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What sayest thou?
Message 1 of 514
by: fardous
on: 12/11/2017 | 06:50
Wow that looks really complicated
Message 2 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 06:59 edited: 12/11/2017 | 19:37

P A R A S I T E   ⬅ click

 

Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And travelling far in sin
Sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
Hearing the trials of the people there
Who’s to care if they lose.

 

Take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town

 

Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
Hearing no bell from the steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
Changing a rope for a size too small
People all get hung. 

 

Take a look you may see me coming through
For I am the parasite who travels two by two

 

When lifting the mask from a local clown
And feeling down like him
And I’m seeing the light in a station bar
And travelling far in sin
And I’m sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials of the people there
Who’s to care if they lose. 

 

Take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
And take a look you may see me in the dirt

For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt. 

 

by Nick Drake 

 

 

 

 

What sayest thou?
Message 3 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 07:34

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What sayest thou?
Message 4 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 08:05

WHEN THE WIND BLOWS

 

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What sayest thou?
Message 5 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 08:16

FOLDED FLAGS 

 

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What sayest thou?
Message 6 of 514
by: andyslc
on: 12/11/2017 | 08:51
Not a great Bowie fan but I enjoyed the links. Thanks @catweazle1961.
Veni vidi dormivi
Message 7 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 11:37 edited: 12/11/2017 | 19:41

Saturday ☀ Sun

 

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Saturday sun

came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue.


Saturday sun

came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.

 

Saturday sun

brought people and faces
That didn’t seem much in their day.


But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way..

In their way
In their way
Saturday sun.... won’t come and see me today.

 

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.


And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again.

 

And again
And again

But Saturday’s sun..... has turned... to Sunday’s rain.


So Sunday sat... in the Saturday sun.

 

..and wept for a day gone by.

 

 

by Nick Drake 

What sayest thou?
Message 8 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 18:34 edited: 04/09/2018 | 06:03

Less than five hundred souls inhabit the three quaint streets and the few narrow by-lanes and scattered farmsteads that constitute this small, decaying watering-place which may, indeed, be called a 'backwater of life' without disrespect to its natives who possess, to this day, a salty individuality of their own.
The main street, Coronation Street, consists, for the most part, of humble, two-storied houses many of which attempt to achieve some measure of gaiety by prinking themselves out in crude colours and by the liberal use of pinkwash, though there are remaining a few eighteenth-century houses of more pretension, if, on the whole, in a sad state of disrepair.
Though there is little to attract the hillclimber, the healthseeker, the sportsman, or the weekending motorist, the contemplative may, if sufficiently attracted to spare it some leisurely hours, find, in its cobbled streets and its little fishing harbour, in its several curious customs, and in the conversation of its local 'characters,' some of that picturesque sense of the past so frequently lacking in towns and villages which have kept more abreast of the times.
The one place of worship, with its neglected graveyard, is of no architectural interest.
The River Dewi is said to abound in trout, but is much poached.

 

 

Excerpt from Under Milk Wood 

 

 

by Dylan Thomas

 

@frenchielove @ceecee2110

et al 

What sayest thou?
Message 9 of 514
by: catweazle1961
on: 12/11/2017 | 19:02 edited: 04/09/2018 | 06:04

All the women are out this morning, in the sun. You can tell it's Spring. There goes Mrs Cherry, you can tell her by her trotters, off she trots new as a daisy. Who's that talking by the pump? Mrs Floyd and Boyo, talking flatfish. What can you talk about flatfish?

That's Mrs Dai Bread One, waltzing up the street like a jelly, every time she shakes it's slap slap slap.
Who's that? Mrs Butcher Beynon with her pet black cat, it follows her everywhere, miaow and all.
There goes Mrs Twenty-Three, important!  the sun gets up and goes down in her dewlap, when she shuts her eyes, it's night.

High heels now, in the morning too, Mrs Rose Cottage's eldest Mae, seventeen and never been kissed ho ho!  going young and milking under my window to the field with the nannygoats, she reminds me all the way!

Can't hear what the women are gabbing round the pump. Same as ever. Who's having a baby, who blacked whose eye, seen Polly Garter giving her belly an airing, there should be a law, seen Mrs Beynon's new mauve jumper, it's her old grey jumper dyed, who's dead, who's dying, there's a lovely day, oh the cost of soapflakes!

 

Excerpt from Under Milk Wood 

  

by Dylan Thomas 

 

@frenchielove @ceecee2110 et al

 

What sayest thou?
Message 10 of 514