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I can almost hear Andy Williams singing in the background.. and within eight or nine hours we will be confronted with the Moment of Truth

kind of like the old term "deadbeat". You strike it, and it does not exactly play..

And the one following the one following.. The High Heeled Boys.. are the ones who dressed themselves up for the occasion. But they offer low spark.

Well, two and a half. One got absorbed in a previous post.

I would be satisfied with a confession that *he* goes to the bathroom the same way the rest of us do.. but even that is asking too much..

Unless maybe the Horse wanted to be dead. Tired and all.. Maybe the horse was just catching up with a few Z's between shifts. No really dead, after all.. I'm trying to figure out how this works out with free vocalization.. maybe that is what I am really doing here. Moderators: I think that makes this and the past three posts on topic.

And what would be wrong with that?

This is the one. The one following, that is.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nn0L6055gs

Yeah. What is interesting.. the Moody blues allowed others to look through their eyes at what the person ordinarily would not be able to observe without going mad.. oh. New song.. and another will shortly follow..

I have not come to appreciate the Moody Blues until recent years..I say God Bless them, as well. Where does Timothy Leary come in in all of this.. he's in your head. Tuesday Afternoon is Perfect..

I've seen somebody walking into a party, like they are walking onto a yacht..

Carly, E. Simon.

The song isn't a song. It's a metaphor. But then she wrote about the song with a song. Then it's a song that the subject of the song can't be about. heh In a weird kind of way, I feel that is all I am allowed to say. Then there was the clue: the metaphorical non-song was not about somebody who had an "e" in their name.. heh You have to see it from a feminine point of view.. weird and practically impossible. what do you think the "song" really is? The non-subject of the song is being taunted.. I've had something like that happen to me once.. a logical side of me, laughing it's rear off..

Here is another nice old lady.. ever wonder who the song is really about? It wasn't Beatty, or Jaeger, or any of the other top ten guesses..

see it once, who could even forget?

It comes in, it must go out. Teslicle's deviant to Fudd's first law.

Doors Close, in five seconds. My Name is Adolf!

Well, you are welcome, I think. but it is a Future Fair.. no fair, to anybody.. In about five minutes I think I will spin the CD here, yet once again.. Yet once again, I will stand on the Yellow Rubber Line.. I will have to remember to deflate my shoes.. Sure, understanding today's complex world of the future is a little like having bees live in your head. But, there they are. Hey.. I think I am hearing an echo.. oh well.

Sure, understanding today's complex world of the future is a little like having bees live in your head. But, there they are.

This may interest you.. http://www.aprillawton.com/RamatamAudio.html

Mitchell had broken a drum stick.. he threw it up in the air, and my brother caught it.. took it home.. doesn't remember it now. I think he was far too damned stoned at the concert at the time to remember anything..

The concert in WVA.. Mitchell and Pinera were still with them.. it had to be in 1972 or 1973. so funny.. that kind of music in podunk West Virginia.. they were not the only ones.. my brother was there. He does not now remember the events as he related them to me over twenty years ago.. Peter, Paul and Mary even did a gig there in the later seventies.. in a little college community in the middle of nowhere..

Ramatam played in Athens, West Virginia. something like 1973.. that would be one of my stops..

With dark glasses on.. Incognito.. I'd not go back to way days gone past.. I'd go back to a few concerts, that I'd knew were happening.. little concerts, out of the mainstream..

They- were- never- my- friends.. not paranoid. Maybe that is reality.. their loss, not mine.