What are you listening to now?

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青ベリー エゴ wrote:

The beginning of the above song sounds like early Floyd, Mr. Symbol Mann above.








Those dudes looked so much older when I first saw this vid 20 plus years ago. Now they just look like green teenagers learning the craft of showmanship. When I was young indeed...

pinhedz wrote:

Boring! Save that for the dead.

for vera-jade

pinhedz wrote:

woo wrote:woo hoo!...I ain't dead, just sittin' by a pool drinkin' listenin' to the greatest song ever! well, as of this moment.

"There is more than one kind of immortality."

-- Ra's al Ghul

My love isn't dead! Come back to me, baby. Come back to your gypsy Panties. Don't you remember that night on the beach? We can work it out. We can make it happen again. If you don't come back, I'm going to send you to hell. You won't be able to stop me. Nor will the Pinz and his motley crew.

hehehheheheh...I knew you were bob. I love you.


http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/tv/showtracker/la-et-st-snl-romney-video-fox-and-friends-20120921,0,639734.story

blue moon wrote:for vera-jade

"A young woman I was treating had, at a critical moment, a dream in which she was given a golden scarab. While she was telling me this dream I sat with my back to the closed window. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, like a gentle tapping. I turned round and saw a flying insect knocking against the window-pane from outside. I opened the window and caught the creature in the air as it flew in. It was the nearest analogy to a golden scarab that one finds in our latitudes, a scarabaeid beetle, the common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), which contrary to its usual habits had evidently felt an urge to get into a dark room at this particular moment."

like some say, yo no digo más nada

random ego of otro nombre wrote:

blue moon wrote:for vera-jade

"A young woman I was treating had, at a critical moment, a dream in which she was given a golden scarab. While she was telling me this dream I sat with my back to the closed window. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, like a gentle tapping. I turned round and saw a flying insect knocking against the window-pane from outside. I opened the window and caught the creature in the air as it flew in. It was the nearest analogy to a golden scarab that one finds in our latitudes, a scarabaeid beetle, the common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), which contrary to its usual habits had evidently felt an urge to get into a dark room at this particular moment."

like some say, yo no digo más nada

...indeed, you need say no more

BOb plaese let me!

Billie Holiday

woo wrote:

That leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I call it Woo. John Prine's version is soooooooo much better.

Love is for fools...what a fool AM I.

con subtítulos para Woo