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I.

 

Do you see, can't you see what I'm feeling?

Will it ever change?

Will it stay the same?

Is it ever gonna change again?

 

Who do you think you are?

Why do you have to make us feel so uptight?

 

Where'd you go?

Where'd learn what you know?

 

 

II.

 

Why do their shadows bow in fear?

 

Why try?

 

 

III.

 

Who could ask for more?

 

Why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?

 

 

IV.

 

What can this strange device be?

What can this thing be that I've found?

What use have they for you?

Dream, can't you show me the light?

 

What would touch me deeper, tears that fall from eyes that only cry?

Would it touch you deeper than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

 

So, you still question 'why?'

 

 

V.

 

When they turn the pages of history and these days have passed long ago, will they read of us in sadness for the seeds that we let grow?

Can't we find the minds that made us strong?

Can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong?

Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?

 

Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more?

Atomized at the core or through the astral door to soar?

 

VI.

 

And they wonder why: 'The Maples can't be happy in their shade?'

 

 

VII.

 

Acting-well rehearsed routines or playing from the heart?

 

 

VIII.

 

Are they oblivious to this quality?

 

 

IX.

 

How do they make contact with one another?

How do we make contact with one another?

 

We've got nothing to fear but fear itself; not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy; not the faulty units in this mad machinery; not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

 

Can any part of life - be larger than life?

Is any killer worth more than his crime?

 

 

X.

 

Who can face the knowledge that the truth is not the truth?

 

Are the liberators here?

Do I hope or do I fear?

Are we the last ones left alive?

Are we the only human beings to survive?

 

Was it only trees in the wind?

Is it movement or is it action?

Is it contact or just reaction?

Revolution or just resistance?

Is it living or just existence?

 

XI.

 

Was it just imagination stringing us along?

 

 

XII.

 

Can't everybody see?

 

 

XIII.

 

How many times do you hear it?

Who can you believe?

 

Christ, what have you done?

 

How can we ever agree?

 

 

XIV.

 

Why are little ones born only to suffer for the want of immunity or a bowl of rice?

Who would hold a price on the heads of the children if there's some immortal power to control the dice?

 

What's the deal?

 

I'm on a roll now -or is it a slide?

I'm in a groove now -or is it a rut?

 

Who can give them back their lives and all those wasted years?

Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?

What else can we do?

Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

 

Baby, don't you ask yourself 'why?'

 

 

XV.

 

What kind of difference can one person make?

 

Where would you rather be?

When will the time be right?

 

XVI.

 

Can't do the time?

Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?

 

 

XVII.

 

Are you under the illusion that you're part of this scheme?

What is the meaning of this?

What are you trying to do?

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?

Was it something I said?

Something you'd like me to do?

 

Did I have a dream or did the dream have me?

 

 

XVIII.

 

If we're so much the same like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates?

 

What am I supposed to say?

Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?

In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds who cares what a fool believes?

Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you?

What am I suppose to do?

Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true?

 

What happen to your old benevolent universe?

 

How many times do we tire of all the little battles?

How many times do we weather out the stormy evenings?

How many times must another line be drawn?

How many times do we chaff against the repetition?

How many times do we swallow our ambition?

 

How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it? dazed025.gif

 

 

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QUOTE (Maestro @ Feb 18 2008, 04:18 PM)
I.

Do you see, can't you see what I'm feeling?
Will it ever change?
Will it stay the same?
Is it ever gonna change again?

Who do you think you are?
Why do you have to make us feel so uptight?

Where'd you go?
Where'd learn what you know?


II.

Why do their shadows bow in fear?

Why try?


III.

Who could ask for more?

Why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?


IV.

What can this strange device be?
What can this thing be that I've found?
What use have they for you?
Dream, can't you show me the light?

What would touch me deeper, tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

So, you still question 'why?'


V.

When they turn the pages of history and these days have passed long ago, will they read of us in sadness for the seeds that we let grow?
Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
Can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong?
Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?

Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more?
Atomized at the core or through the astral door to soar?

VI.

And they wonder why: 'The Maples can't be happy in their shade?'


VII.

Acting-well rehearsed routines or playing from the heart?


VIII.

Are they oblivious to this quality?


IX.

How do they make contact with one another?
How do we make contact with one another?

We've got nothing to fear but fear itself; not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy; not the faulty units in this mad machinery; not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

Can any part of life - be larger than life?
Is any killer worth more than his crime?


X.

Who can face the knowledge that the truth is not the truth?

Are the liberators here?
Do I hope or do I fear?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?

Was it only trees in the wind?
Is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
Revolution or just resistance?
Is it living or just existence?

XI.

Was it just imagination stringing us along?


XII.

Can't everybody see?


XIII.

How many times do you hear it?
Who can you believe?

Christ, what have you done?

How can we ever agree?


XIV.

Why are little ones born only to suffer for the want of immunity or a bowl of rice?
Who would hold a price on the heads of the children if there's some immortal power to control the dice?

What's the deal?

I'm on a roll now -or is it a slide?
I'm in a groove now -or is it a rut?

Who can give them back their lives and all those wasted years?
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

Baby, don't you ask yourself 'why?'


XV.

What kind of difference can one person make?

Where would you rather be?
When will the time be right?

XVI.

Can't do the time?
Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?


XVII.

Are you under the illusion that you're part of this scheme?
What is the meaning of this?
What are you trying to do?
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?
Was it something I said?
Something you'd like me to do?

Did I have a dream or did the dream have me?


XVIII.

If we're so much the same like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?
In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds who cares what a fool believes?
Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you?
What am I suppose to do?
Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true?

What happen to your old benevolent universe?

How many times do we tire of all the little battles?
How many times do we weather out the stormy evenings?
How many times must another line be drawn?
How many times do we chaff against the repetition?
How many times do we swallow our ambition?

How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it? dazed025.gif

Why?

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QUOTE (Maestro @ Feb 18 2008, 04:18 PM)
I.

Do you see, can't you see what I'm feeling?
Will it ever change?
Will it stay the same?
Is it ever gonna change again?

Who do you think you are?
Why do you have to make us feel so uptight?

Where'd you go?
Where'd learn what you know?


II.

Why do their shadows bow in fear?

Why try?


III.

Who could ask for more?

Why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?


IV.

What can this strange device be?
What can this thing be that I've found?
What use have they for you?
Dream, can't you show me the light?

What would touch me deeper, tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

So, you still question 'why?'


V.

When they turn the pages of history and these days have passed long ago, will they read of us in sadness for the seeds that we let grow?
Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
Can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong?
Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?

Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more?
Atomized at the core or through the astral door to soar?

VI.

And they wonder why: 'The Maples can't be happy in their shade?'


VII.

Acting-well rehearsed routines or playing from the heart?


VIII.

Are they oblivious to this quality?


IX.

How do they make contact with one another?
How do we make contact with one another?

We've got nothing to fear but fear itself; not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy; not the faulty units in this mad machinery; not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

Can any part of life - be larger than life?
Is any killer worth more than his crime?


X.

Who can face the knowledge that the truth is not the truth?

Are the liberators here?
Do I hope or do I fear?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?

Was it only trees in the wind?
Is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
Revolution or just resistance?
Is it living or just existence?

XI.

Was it just imagination stringing us along?


XII.

Can't everybody see?


XIII.

How many times do you hear it?
Who can you believe?

Christ, what have you done?

How can we ever agree?


XIV.

Why are little ones born only to suffer for the want of immunity or a bowl of rice?
Who would hold a price on the heads of the children if there's some immortal power to control the dice?

What's the deal?

I'm on a roll now -or is it a slide?
I'm in a groove now -or is it a rut?

Who can give them back their lives and all those wasted years?
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

Baby, don't you ask yourself 'why?'


XV.

What kind of difference can one person make?

Where would you rather be?
When will the time be right?

XVI.

Can't do the time?
Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?


XVII.

Are you under the illusion that you're part of this scheme?
What is the meaning of this?
What are you trying to do?
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?
Was it something I said?
Something you'd like me to do?

Did I have a dream or did the dream have me?


XVIII.

If we're so much the same like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?
In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds who cares what a fool believes?
Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you?
What am I suppose to do?
Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true?

What happen to your old benevolent universe?

How many times do we tire of all the little battles?
How many times do we weather out the stormy evenings?
How many times must another line be drawn?
How many times do we chaff against the repetition?
How many times do we swallow our ambition?

How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it? dazed025.gif

Why has Maestro been away so long?

We have need of his expertise, haven't we?

wub.gif

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QUOTE (nettiesaur @ Feb 18 2008, 06:48 PM)
QUOTE (Maestro @ Feb 18 2008, 04:18 PM)
I.

Do you see, can't you see what I'm feeling?
Will it ever change?
Will it stay the same?
Is it ever gonna change again?

Who do you think you are?
Why do you have to make us feel so uptight?

Where'd you go?
Where'd learn what you know?


II.

Why do their shadows bow in fear?

Why try?


III.

Who could ask for more?

Why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?


IV.

What can this strange device be?
What can this thing be that I've found?
What use have they for you?
Dream, can't you show me the light?

What would touch me deeper, tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

So, you still question 'why?'


V.

When they turn the pages of history and these days have passed long ago, will they read of us in sadness for the seeds that we let grow?
Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
Can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong?
Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?

Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more?
Atomized at the core or through the astral door to soar?

VI.

And they wonder why: 'The Maples can't be happy in their shade?'


VII.

Acting-well rehearsed routines or playing from the heart?


VIII.

Are they oblivious to this quality?


IX.

How do they make contact with one another?
How do we make contact with one another?

We've got nothing to fear but fear itself; not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy; not the faulty units in this mad machinery; not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

Can any part of life - be larger than life?
Is any killer worth more than his crime?


X.

Who can face the knowledge that the truth is not the truth?

Are the liberators here?
Do I hope or do I fear?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?

Was it only trees in the wind?
Is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
Revolution or just resistance?
Is it living or just existence?

XI.

Was it just imagination stringing us along?


XII.

Can't everybody see?


XIII.

How many times do you hear it?
Who can you believe?

Christ, what have you done?

How can we ever agree?


XIV.

Why are little ones born only to suffer for the want of immunity or a bowl of rice?
Who would hold a price on the heads of the children if there's some immortal power to control the dice?

What's the deal?

I'm on a roll now -or is it a slide?
I'm in a groove now -or is it a rut?

Who can give them back their lives and all those wasted years?
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

Baby, don't you ask yourself 'why?'


XV.

What kind of difference can one person make?

Where would you rather be?
When will the time be right?

XVI.

Can't do the time?
Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?


XVII.

Are you under the illusion that you're part of this scheme?
What is the meaning of this?
What are you trying to do?
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?
Was it something I said?
Something you'd like me to do?

Did I have a dream or did the dream have me?


XVIII.

If we're so much the same like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?
In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds who cares what a fool believes?
Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you?
What am I suppose to do?
Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true?

What happen to your old benevolent universe?

How many times do we tire of all the little battles?
How many times do we weather out the stormy evenings?
How many times must another line be drawn?
How many times do we chaff against the repetition?
How many times do we swallow our ambition?

How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it?    dazed025.gif

Why has Maestro been away so long?

We have need of his expertise, haven't we?

wub.gif

Why did I quote these questions again?

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Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?

 

If it's illegal to drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?

 

Do you need a silencer if you're going to shoot a mime?

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Why do they call it a building? Why isn't it a built?

 

Why is verb a noun?

 

Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs?

 

What does Geronimo say when he jumps out of a plane?

 

Do pediatricians play miniature golf on Wednesdays?

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How can a house burn up while it burns down?

 

Why is the third hand on a watch called the second hand?

 

Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?

 

Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we're already there?

 

Why is it called after dark when it really is after light?

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QUOTE (Show Don't Tell @ Feb 18 2008, 06:53 PM)
Why do we press harder on the buttons of a remote control when we know the batteries are dead?

I DID THAT YESTERDAY! BOY I FELT STUPID.

 

WHY DID I DO IT?

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Why is it, with all the weather technologies available, that our local weatherpersons STILL can't predict what's going to happen tomorrow??

 

 

(no offense, weatherman2112. Or whatever your SN is laugh.gif )

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