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Submitted by Jinoturistica on Wed, 2007/10/17 - 17:12.
If I am found in suspicious circumstances, step over the body, walk away, move on with your lives. Do not accuse, theorize, suppose, postulate, just get on with your life. Visit my grave and throw a (very short) measure of FDC on the coffin or tombstone.
I will not care, I will have moved on to a different blog. NL is WAY to dark as it is.
Well, well, so be it
Does this mean, my dear friend Jino-Tony, that you will not allow a bidding war for your journals & the rights to write your biography?
___ Have you thought of an epitaph? Will it be in Nica Spanish, Texan computer jargon, or the Queen's English?
___ In your brief tenure in this land of volcanic activity, you have made, let us not say enemies, rather, an impressive list of potential suspects (the envy of a modern Agatha Christie), fellows & gals who, at times, seem to willfully misunderstand your pearls of wisdom. As for any "suspicious circumstances", don't worry about local law enforcement "stepping over your body and walking away" - that's standard procedure here.
___ May your exit be painless and your journey's end be comfy with Joy and brilliant with the light of Truth.
thanks daddy-yo
the title?
do you have one? something you want to tell us? impending? do you want prayers?
or has someone taken up your account and is blogging under it? you may already be dead and the murderer is making his or her alibi? how do we know you really are the sage?
the sage
is gone, but he's not forgotten. this is the story of the sage rotten! it's better to burn out, than fade away. some words from a song, copyright, blah blah blah, fair use doctrine for some song played over and over by the radio, blah blah blah
Now
You are just rambling. Let's give the man his dying? wish Don't worry Jino, we will forget about you and ignore your corpse like so much ale on a London pub floor...
You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin laser beams attached to their heads!
ale on a pub floor
I love it! Many times I have spilled beer on the floor, lamented it for a moment then moved on to sup another pint.
ah yes!
though i must admit i have not spent too much time on the other side of the pond, i can say that a bloody fair amount of it was spent spilling beer in pubs (most down my throat thank you!). there is nothing so much like the quintessential london pub--and these days, some of london's best food can be had in its pubs. that is of course if you can tear yourself away from your pint for long enough!! ________________ You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin laser beams attached to their heads!
you
have a way with words. so much ale on a london pub floor. too funny. btw, was i the one rambling or the sage?
thanks
you but in retrospect you may have been just breaking into song in glee!
________________ You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin laser beams attached to their heads!
yes, song and tony hates song
fair use doctrine, some singer, copyright, blah blah blah
My my, hey hey Rock and roll is here to stay It's better to burn out Than to fade away My my, hey hey.
Out of the blue and into the black They give you this, but you pay for that And once you're gone, you can never come back When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my.
stuck in a bygone era
i'll bet he had his fair share of song back in the day and is now just too morose for his own good.
I mean, who wishes for folks to ignore them? ________________ You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin laser beams attached to their heads!
una casa en nueva orleans
Son Rodney tends to covet the sound system as his own and likes regatton which has some loathsome lyrics. He has instructions that he is not permitted to play anything with English lyrics until he can translate them into Spanish. Methinks he is scared to translate them as Veronica will find out what he's doing.
I do a bit of head banging now and again. Perhaps that explains a lot!
Having an unpopular message and being ignored is quite a common fate amongst artists, musicians, poets. Some though edison, eiffel and mozart were 'way out there. Some didn't believe gallileo, copernicus, jesus, hg wells, jules verne, arthur c clarke.
Still it turns, my friend, still it turns.
There is a house in New Orleans, best karaoke song of all time
Artist: The Animals, copyright, fair use doctrine, blah blah blah
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
------ organ solo ------
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
setting aside the blog subject for a moment
Always loved that song. But (without 'researching' it, shame on me) I thought it was traditional, the creator being anonymous, lost to time, like the blessed being that gave us 'Greensleeves'. You realize that it's properly written for & sung by a woman, that house in N.O. being a whorehouse. Eric Burton did a sex-change operation on it, as was the vogue in the 60s. I've never heard a Spanish version, but I'd bet there are some latinas that could tear your heart out with a true rendition.
love the sinner, hate the sin....
yes, a true artist makes you believe she is warning you of the sad life of a prostitute. don't understand why a guy is singing the song. but he does it justice.
but tony is funny
or a heightened sense of self worth......