So You Want Objectivity, You Can't Handle Objectivity

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Originally Posted by Dottore

First there is a mountain. Then there is no mountain. Then there is.

Now you know how I create delusion with my own 2 hands.

[Dottore]

Originally Posted by tabs

Now you know how I create delusion with my own 2 hands.

Yes.

And I heard the sound of one of your hands clapping. In the forest. With no one there to hear it.

[nostatic]

Since dear ol' dad didn't understand my previous reference, I'll offer a brief snippet from my book:

warbirds in flight, bringing the fight
down to the ground the dirty ground
make a hole, play a role, dirty ground
spinning on 5 axes, see the vm now

happy peach with the right chicken
counting off one-two one-three
but 4 is death, don't say it loud
no reason to be proud propped up

that stonking complex is meta fast
but slowly losing grip on the last tip
that he got, then forgot, then walked
around a may pole hiding as an antenna

signal. he had no signal. i want a signal

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YEAH..and I'll raise you one..Some say heavenly in its brillance and others mean and ruefull of the western dream .... But out here on the perimeter we is stoned immaculate

[nostatic]

I'm not a big Morrison fan. Heresy I know...

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Originally Posted by nostatic

I'm not a big Morrison fan. Heresy I know...

I like him well enough, but he was as mad as a hatter. To the max...dude

Texas Radio and the Big Beat...is the reference to receiving the signal

[nostatic]

I think this one is a little better fit for a SoCal boy

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle

I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio

I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio

Radio radio... Radio radio... Radio radio...
I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
Radio radio... What does he say ?

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ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzoooooouuuuuuuuuuu........... .This is Radio Tabs IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND



THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE
NOR AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK
THIS IS RADIO TABS USING AUDIO AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO TABS CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO TABS USING AURAL AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO TABS CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE
ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM,
CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS
THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS RADIO TABS EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT

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Hooodooo on your Vooodddoooo when you Dancin with Mr T....



Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. T.
And one of these days he's gonna set you free
Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. T., with Mr. T., with Mr. T.

Will it be poison put in my glass
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia

I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. T., with Mr. T, with Mr T

Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free

Dancin', dancin' with Mr T.

[Jim Richards]

snow tires

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Spark Of High Heeled Boys"

If you see something that looks like a star
and it's shooting up out of the ground
and your head is spinning from a loud guitar.
And you just can't escape from the sound
don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys.

And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys.

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
while you're living beyond all your means.
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
from the profit he's made on your dreams.
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
by a gun that didn't make any noise.
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
was the low spark of high-heeled boys.

If you had just a minute to breathe
and they granted you one final wish
would you ask for something, like another chance.
Or something similar as this
don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
as sure as your sorrows are joys.

And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys.

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
while you're living beyond all your means
and the man in the suit has just bought a new car
from the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
by a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
was the low spark of high-heeled boys....high-heeled boys.

If I gave you everything that I own
and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me, as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride
and strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys

And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys.

[Jim Richards]

rainbow trout

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GIVE ME AN F
GIVE ME A U
GIVE ME A C
GIVE ME A K


Whats that spell ....
whats that spell....

[Jim Richards]

jumbo shrimp

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MEMO FROM TURNER
(London Years/Performance version)

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."

Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight.

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.

Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.

Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave.

When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers' meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.

So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear, don'tcha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"

[Jim Richards]

TV or not TV

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My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in your door
When we meet inside
Show me some more
Show me some more
Show me some more

My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare
Fix your hair
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
Move upstairs

My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city under
Television skies
Television skies
Television skies

My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll

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Mother's little helper...

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A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers
and ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
talking bout Monroe and walking on snow white
New York's a go-go and anything tastes nice
poor little Greenie

Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
he's outrageous he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!

Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
she loves him she loves him
but just for a short while
she'll scratch in the sand
won't let go his hand
he says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
and keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
poor little Greenie

Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
he's outrageous he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!

He's so simple minded
he can't drive his module
he bites on the neon
and sleeps in a capsule
loves to be loved
loves to be loved

Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
he's outrageous he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!

[Dottore]

Tabby:

Shut down the computer. Put on some trousers. Call a cab. Go to the Bellagio buffet. You should get in if you hurry. Go straight for the crab legs and the lamb cutlets. Half & half. You'll feel much better about yourself in no time.