Posted on 11/22/2008 10:49:16 AM PST by shineon
I am a time traveler. I travel through time everyday. I always go forward. Second by second, minute by minute and day by day.
I’ve asked 5 different people what the time was and got 5 different answers, I give up.
No, but did spend the last week cleaning the house.
Put your hands Up and slowly back away from that Bong!
lol. Maybe twenty six years ago.
“I put some instant coffee in the microwave and went back in time.” - Steven Wright.
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can’t put it off another day
I don’t care what others say
They say we don’t listen anyway
Time has come today
The rules have changed today
I have no place to stay
I’m thinking about the subway
My love has flown away
My tears have come and gone
Oh my Lord, I have to roam
I have no home
I have no home
Now the time has come
There’s no place to run
I might get burned up by the sun
But I had my fun
I’ve been loved and put aside
I’ve been crushed by the tumbling tide
And my soul has been psychedelicized
Now the time has come
There are things to realize
Time has come today
Time has come today
Now the time has come
There’s no place to run
I might get burned up by the sun
But I had my fun
I’ve been loved and put aside
I’ve been crushed by tumbling tide
And my soul has been psychedelicized
Now the time has come
There are things to realize
Time has come today
Time has come today
Time Has Come Today” - The Chambers Brothers
Link please.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
I think the specificity of vagueness here is an illusion of what is real.
Think about that while you contemplate time.
Pink Floyd - I looked it up.
LOL
And every time I make love to my wife, I realize that's the oldest woman I've ever made love to...
(Sorry, honey, if you're lurking.)
Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?
Reality is never an illusion - by definition.
you lucky dude.
Dimone?
Yes, I like that one too. The poem that she set to music was my favorite poem in 8th grade. I thought it was so romantic.
I have a couple of her CDs, lovely voice.
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