quotation debate

[craig johnston]

Even tho I got no kids; I cannot deny
I coulda been a daddy but Instead I got high
A kind of Peter Pan man you got to understand
I didn’t choose to grow up in this land
And even though my momma she used to bellow
Responsibility be the rules of a fellow
And I’d mellow with age, be the wise old sage
But my brains remain like a kid I’m encaged
At each stage of childhood, it's wild and good
In a state of grown up tots it’s understood
Why drive to survive a nine to five
While the chillums still warm and the dawn arrives
To drive away the other brothers that say
You gotta mature J and lose another day
No way I say cos you know nightly I
God bless the child inside me


I spy through a child’s eye
Every pain or pleasure parents ever deny
Gateaux, ganja, got some for tea
I‘m a grown up kid and there’s no one to bother me
A big fat bong for breakfast
Don’t know whether I got the first or last
It's a lungful of fun as you wanna rerun
Like back in the day like when it just wasn’t done
Don’t wanna return, I’m gonna stay here and burn
Another head in my bed, a babe on the turn
Ten years ago a friend of mine
Said by now we’d've run out of rhyme
You blind fool, you forgot the old school
You're crap in rappin’ and rotten in duel
They gave up to grow up, now they step and hide
God bless the child inside


I’m trip, trip, tripping, the years keep slipping
On by, but I’m so high and I’m still gripping
The sky. Living off lyrics, ain’t given to gimmicks ‘n’
My peers appear to let age inhibit them
Friends from college. The ones that I acknowledge
Over-aged, over-stressed and yes, over-nourished
Lost the hunger, becoming just a number
Old before their time, left like lumber
Some stagnated and castrated their hardcore mind
So I climb back to my world each rap is hurled
Like a flag in my hand each lyric unfurled
Wild like the child in the mind of a man
You try to outstyle my mission and plan
Confess, you’re jealous of the vibe I ride
God bless the child inside

- JC001

[Marcus Bales]

To a Boy-Poet of the Decadence
Showing a curious reversal of the epigram -- “La nature l’a fait sanglier; la civilization l’a reduit a l’etat de cochon.”
Owen Seamen

But my good little man, you have made a mistake
If you really are pleased to suppose
That the Thames is alight with the lyrics you make:
We could all do the same if we chose.

From Solomon down we may read, as we run,
Of the ways of a man and a maid;
There is nothing that’s new to us under the sun
And certainly not in the shade.

The erotic affairs that you fiddle aloud
Are as vulgar as coin of the mint;
And you merely distinguish yourself from the crowd
By the fact that you put them in print.

You’re a ‘prentice, my point, in the primitive stage,
And you itch, like a boy, to confess:
When you know a bit more of the arts of the age
You will probably talk a bit less.

For your dull little vices we don’t care a fig
It is this that we deeply deplore:
You were cast for a common or usual pig
But you play the invincible bore.

[karma_queen]

the last time i saw richard - joni mitchell

The last time I saw richard was detroit in ’68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you’re immune, go look at your eyes
They’re full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they’re only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies

He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it’s gettin’ on time to close.
Richard, you haven’t really changed, I said
It’s just that now you’re romanticizing some pain that’s in your head
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the tv on
And all the house lights left up bright
I’m gonna blow this damn candle out
I don’t want nobody comin’ over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin’ behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

[Marcus Bales]

Third Rate Romance
Russell Smith

Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to get his courage up by plying booze
The talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There's no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And still keep it loose

She said "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
And he said "I'll tell you I love you
If you want me to"
Third rate romance, low-rent rendezvous

They left the bar, got into his car
And they drove away
They drove to the Family Inn
And she didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know what for
And he went to the desk, made his request
While she waited outside
And he came back with the key
She said "Give it to me
And I'll unlock the door"

And she said "I've never done
This kinda thing before, have you?"
Third rate romance low-rent rendezvous
And he said "Yes I have
But only a time or two
Third rate romance low-rent rendezvous

[zero]

camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business

- dave barry

[12"razormix]

HANK: Yep.
BILL: Yep.
BOOMHAUER: M-hm.

[zero]

OCH AYE!

- colin mochrie

[12"razormix]

You always were a cunning linguist, James.

Miss Moneypenny

[zero]

when the heart is full the tongue will speak

- scottish proverb

[craig johnston]

one good thing about music,
when it hits you feel no pain

- bob marley

[Hyakujo's Fox]

In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.

- Robert Browning

[12"razormix]

The sound of the water
says what I think.

Chuang Tzu

[shmitty]

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
-Albert Einstein

[craig johnston]

Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

- Bertrand Russell

[Marcus Bales]

A reasonable man adapts himself to suit his environment. An unreasonable man persists in attempting to adapt his environment to suit himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

--George Bernard Shaw