GhostGirl

QUOTE (Sweetmiracle @ Aug 28 2004, 08:40 AM) I like the titles, GG! And congrats, AGP....you can be the IMAGINARY friend, I'll be the REAL one! (just kidding...I think!) I like coming up with titles for folks, but I guess I'll wait on doing more of them until we decide how our levels/icons/etc. are going to work. Stay tuned....

QUOTE (Earthshine @ Aug 28 2004, 01:14 AM) QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Aug 27 2004, 11:01 PM) QUOTE (RushRevisited @ Aug 28 2004, 12:54 AM) QUOTE (Moonraker @ Aug 28 2004, 01:38 AM) I would rather have the ranks. I think so too Moon... FINE! Just trash all that creative energy I expended, coming up with such WITTY little titles. My is kicking in.... Can I get you some cheese to go with that whine?

QUOTE (RushRevisited @ Aug 28 2004, 12:54 AM) QUOTE (Moonraker @ Aug 28 2004, 01:38 AM) I would rather have the ranks. I think so too Moon... FINE! Just trash all that creative energy I expended, coming up with such WITTY little titles. My is kicking in....

QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Aug 25 2004, 01:21 PM) http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/mittelgrosse/medium-smiley-047.gif You guys... Of course I don't know how many pairs of shoes I have! I'm still working on separating them by color, style, and height of heel. Sheesh!

http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/mittelgrosse/medium-smiley-047.gif

QUOTE (BSG @ Aug 25 2004, 12:33 PM) QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Aug 25 2004, 01:31 PM) Sent you a PM RR... We're cool, right, BSG? Of course, my dear! Now, about that "violation" (yeah baby yeah!) ..... I'll never violate you again, BSG. (Unless you ask me very, very nicely, of course.... )

Not Nobody's Hero or In the Mood Keep 'em coming!

YES! Perfect! We can all sit in the floor and eat Goldfish crackers (hey! It's what I have! Get over it.)

All right, here we go. I have: A TV (it DOES have a screen but I haven't measured it, come on! How anal can you be? ) A VCR A DVD player And the kicker? Remotes to go with each and every one. Save your jealous remarks, please....

Sent you a PM RR... We're cool, right, BSG?

QUOTE (BSG @ Aug 25 2004, 11:48 AM) Not a suggestion, just a pointer to folks. In order for all postings to display the user's local time, go to My Controls > Board Settings > and be sure your local time is correct, including the Daylight Savings Time checkbox. That is all. (Dang, am I gonna hafta use that dang smilie for EVERY post I make?) The fact that you need to use it for every post speaks volumes, doesn't it? Think about it.

QUOTE (RushRevisited @ Aug 25 2004, 09:01 AM) Analog Kid Nope... And I'm thinking of a certain LYRIC here...not a song title. Shoulda said that already. DANG!* Sorry!!!! *Edited to get back to a "G" rated post.

QUOTE (BSG @ Aug 24 2004, 11:46 PM) QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Aug 24 2004, 10:37 PM) QUOTE (HAZMAT001 @ Aug 24 2004, 05:29 PM) Well i met him and got to hang with and I know he is crazy... Maybe we should keep him under Lock & Key Good point... Remember, I had just met Sing at this point...didn't know him that well.... So, I take it it's NOT Lock and Key? Nope...not Lock and Key. Sorry I wasn't clear. Not The Enemy Within, or The Camera Eye.

QUOTE (HAZMAT001 @ Aug 24 2004, 05:29 PM) Well i met him and got to hang with and I know he is crazy... Maybe we should keep him under Lock & Key Good point... Remember, I had just met Sing at this point...didn't know him that well....

QUOTE (Earthshine @ Aug 24 2004, 03:50 PM) Pull my finger? Hardy har har... NO!!!!

Cool, ya old fart, you! Nice work.

QUOTE (rushfreak @ Aug 24 2004, 02:44 PM) X-1 Book 2 Hemispheres 'Apollo was astonished Dionysus thought me mad' HA! Good one, but that's not it.

HA! No, not either one, BSG...

By popular demand (actually, just 'cause I WANT to) here is a thread dedicated to the beloved and sometimes challenging RUSH PICTURE GAME. I will start things off...what song does this picture represent? http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/RushBabe/NYC/c99dfd4d.jpg

The Seeker, with Mr. Soul coming up second.

Summertime Blues (3:43) ( Eddie Cochran, Blue Cheer, The Who) Heart Full of Soul (2:52) (The Yardbirds) For What It's Worth (3:30) (Buffalo Springfield) The Seeker (3:27) (The Who) Mr. Soul (3:51) (Buffalo Springfield) Seven And Seven Is (2:53) (Love) Shapes Of Things (3:16) (The Yardbirds, The Jeff Beck Group) Crossroads (3:27) (Robert Johnson, Cream) Summertime Blues Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, Yes I'm a gonna raise a holler About working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well I went to the boss man And tried to get a break... ("He said, "No, dice, bud You gotta work late") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and poppa told me "Son you gotta earn some money, If you want to use the car To go ridin' next Sunday." Well I wouldn't go to work Told the boss I was sick... (They said, "Now you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks I'm gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problems To the United Nations Well I went to my congressman And he said, quote... ("I'd love to help you, son But you're too young to vote") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heart Full Of Soul Sick at heart and lonely, Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only- Where is she tell me where And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For What It's Worth There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, now, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Seeker I looked under chairs I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked the Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand Focusin' on nowhere, investigatin' miles I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry I got values but I don't know how or why I'm lookin' for me You're lookin' for you We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Soul Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said "you're strange, but don't change," and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster? Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seven and Seven Is When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shapes Of Things Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Fall into your passing hands. Please don't destroy these lands. Don't make them desert sands. Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won't disgrace my kind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crossroads I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress

One Little Victory (5:08) Ceiling Unlimited (5:28) Ghost Rider (5:41) Peaceable Kingdom (5:23) The Stars Look Down (4:28) How It Is (4:05) Vapor Trail (4:57) Secret Touch (6:34) Earthshine (5:38) Sweet Miracle (3:40) Nocturne (4:49) Freeze (Part IV of "Fear") (6:21) Out Of The Cradle (5:03) One Little Victory A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment Is a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ceiling Unlimited It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through the looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class ceiling unlimited world so wide turn and turn again feeling unlimited still unsatisfied changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case - Or at least my vanity Dressed up in the mask of Comedy If laughter is a straw for a drowning man If laughter is a straw for a drowning man ceiling unlimited windows open wide look and look again feeling unlimited eyes on the prize changes never end winding like an ancient river the time is now again hope is like an endless river the time is now again -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ghost Rider Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding north and west Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty, but there is no peace For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the White Sands To the Canyonlands To the redwood stands To the Barren Lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peaceable Kingdom A wave toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our Rational View A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a billion other choices are making their demands Talk of a Peaceable Kingdom Talk of a time without fear The ones we wish would listen Are never going to hear Justice against The Hanged Man Knight of Wands against the hour Swords against the kingdom Time against The Tower All this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cards While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards All this time we're hoping and praying we all might learn While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn Dream of a Peaceable Kingdom Dream of a time without war The ones we wish would hear us Have heard it all before A wave toward the clearing sky A wave toward the clearing sky The Hermit against The Lovers Or the Devil against the Fool Swords against the kingdom The Wheel against the rules All this time we're burning like bonfires in the dark A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks Every spark a drifting ember of desire To fall upon the earth and spark another fire A homeward angel on the fly A wave toward the clearing sky -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stars Look Down Like the fly on the wheel, who says "What a lot of dust we're raising" Are you under the illusion That you're part of this scheme? Seems like a lifetime ago You could look with pride On your world of dreams What is the meaning of this? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said And the stars look down Like the rat in a maze who says, "Watch me choose my own direction" Are you under the illusion The path is winding your way? Are you surprised by confusion When it leads you astray? Have you lived a lifetime today - Or do you feel like you just got carried away? What is the meaning of this? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said? And the stars look down Something you'd like me to do? And the stars look down The stars look down -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How It Is Here's a little trap That sometimes catches everyone When today's as far as we can see Faith in bright tomorrows giving way to resignation That's how it is - how it's going to be It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun Or feel the day has possibilities Frozen in the moment - the lack of imagination Between how it is and how it ought to be Here's a little trap That sometimes trips up everyone When we tire of our own company Sometimes we're the last to see beyond the day's frustrations That's how it is - how it's going to be It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun I feel the day is all uncertainty Burning in the moment - trapped by the desperation Between how it is and how it ought to be Foot upon the stair Shoulder to the wheel You can't tell yourself not to care You can't tell yourself how to feel That's how it is Another cloudy day -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vapor Trail Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held in narrow paths of white The sun is turning black The world is turning gray All the stars fade from the night The oceans drain away Horizon to Horizon memory written on the wind Fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain Swept away like voices in a hurricane In a vapor trail Atmospheric phases make the transitory last Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past Silence all the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Washed away like footprints in the rain In a vapor trail -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Touch The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Earthshine On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent Its circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third-hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweet Miracle I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all Oh - sweet miracle Oh - sweet miracle Of life I wasn't walking with angels I was talking to myself Rising up to the surface Raging against the night Starless night Oh - sweet miracle Love's sweet miracle Of life Oh salvation Oh salvation I wasn't praying for magic I was hiding in plain sight Rising up from the surface To fly into the light -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nocturne Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? Set off on a night-sea journey Without memory or desire Drifting through lost latitudes With no compass and no chart Flying through hallucination Distant voices, signals fire Lighting up my unconscious And the secret places of the heart Dream - Temporary madness Dream - A voice in the wilderness Dream - Unconscious revelations The morning says, the answer is yes Floating through a darkened mirror Deep reflections in disguise Soaring through lost altitudes Without wonder, without fear Symbols on a field of visions Behind the curtain of sleeping eyes On the instant of waking Another world of dreams appears Dream - A walk in the wilderness Dream - Unconscious recreation The morning says, the answer is yes -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freeze (part iv of "fear") The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half-light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze - until the light comes Sometimes I fly - into the night Sometimes I fight - against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze - until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight - against the darkness Sometimes we fly - into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of the Cradle It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the waking It's a flower touched by flame It's a gift for the giving It's a power with a hundred names Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe Time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking It's a hand That rocks the cradle It's a motion That swings the sky It's method on the edge of madness It's a balance on the edge of a knife It's a smile on the edge of sadness It's a dance on the edge of life Endlessly r o c k i n g

Test For Echo (5:56) Driven (4:27) Half The World (3:43) The Color Of Right (4:49) Time And Motion (5:01) Totem (4:58) Dog Years (4:55) Virtuality (5:44) Resist (4:24) Limbo (5:29) (instrumental) Carve Away The Stone (4:05) Test For Echo Here we go - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial - We're in denial Until the showcase trial on TV Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news Miles of yellow tape - silhouetted chalklines Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity Don't change that station It's Gangster Nation Now crime's in syndication on TV What a show - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Touch and go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of drama live on satellite Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets Clutching at the straws of respectability Can't do the time? Don't do the crime And wind up in the perp walk on TV -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Driven Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out back alleys Driven to another den of thieves BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven in - Driven to the edge Driven out - On the thin end of the wedge Driven off - By things I've never seen Driven on - By the road to somewhere I've never been IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE The road unwinds towards me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Half The World Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway Half the world lives Half the world makes Half the world gives While the other half takes Half the world is Half the world was Half the world thinks While the other half does Half the world talks With half a mind on what they say Half the world walks With half a mind to run away Half the world lies Half the world learns Half the world flies As half the world turns Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half Half of us divided Like a torn-up photograph Half of us are trying To reach the other half Half the world cares While half the world is wasting the day Half the world shares While half the world is stealing away -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Color Of Right I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on me now - I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good It's a hopeless situation Lie awake for half the night You're not sure what's going on here But you're sure it isn't right Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is true A quality of justice A quantity of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time And Motion Time and motion Wind and sun and rain Days connect like boxcars in a train Fill them up with precious cargo Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous elation And the long-enduring kind Time and motion Flesh and blood and fire Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire Spin a thread of precious contact Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous relations And the long-enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes with the loon Time and motion Live and love and dream Eyes connect like interstellar beams Superman in Supernature Needs all the comfort he can find Spontaneous emotion And the long enduring kind -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Totem I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile The Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla A miracle once in a while I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul Vishnu and Gaia - Aztec and Maya Dance around my totem pole I believe in what I see I believe in what I hear I believe that what I'm feeling Changes how the world appears Angels and demons dancing in my head Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed Media messiahs preying on my fears Pop culture prophets playing in my ears I've got celestial mechanics To synchronize my stars Seasonal migrations - daily variations World of the unlikely and bizarre I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows Thoughts to keep well-hidden - Sacred and forbidden Free to browse among the holy cows That's why I believe Angels and demons inside of me Saviors and Satans all around me Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dog Years In a dog's life A year is really more like seven And all too soon a canine Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'round the sun We get it backwards And our seven years go by like one Dog years - It's the season of the itch Dog years - With every scratch it reappears In the dog days People look to Sirius Dogs cry for the moon But those connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play Dog years - It's the season of the itch Dog years - With every scratch it reappears Dog years - For every sad son of a bitch Dog years - With his tail between his ears I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos Or a span of geological time Than be living in these dog years In a dog's brain A constant buzz of low-level static One sniff at the hydrant And the answer is automatic It seems to me As well make our own few circles 'round the block We've lost our senses For the higher-level static of talk -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Virtuality Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land I can see the footprints in the virtual sand Net boy, net girl Send your signal 'round the world Let your fingers walk and talk And set you free Net boy, net girl Send your impulse 'round the world Put your message in a modem And throw it in the Cyber Sea Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race I can save the universe in a grain of sand I can hold the future in my virtual hand Let's dance tonight To a virtual song Press this key And you can play along Let's fly tonight On our virtual wings Press this key To see amazing things Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips I can feel the voltage from her fingertips Net boy, net girl Send your heartbeat round the world -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Resist I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don't know You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Pray without surrender You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Limbo Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carve Away The Stone You can roll that stone To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain Behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain Behind you Chip away the stone (Sisyphus) Chip away the stone Make the burden lighter If you must roll that rock alone You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You will still find the past right Behind you Try to deny The weight of the load Try to put the sins of the past night Behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyhpus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You call roll the stone To the top of the hill You can carry that weight With an iron will You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You can try to deny The weight of the load Roll away the stone (Sisyhpus) Roll away the stone If you could just move yours I could get working on my own