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Gryphon
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Mar-06-10, 06:50 PM (EDT) |
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"music for space fighter combat, 2010.03.06"
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["Vision, a little killing-these-pricks music, if you please."] Waiting for the break of day Searching for something to say Flashing lights against the sky Giving up I close my eyes Sitting cross-legged on the floor Twenty-five or six to four Staring blindly into space Getting up to splash my face Wanting just to stay awake Wondering how much I can take Should I try to do some more? Twenty-five or six to four Feeling like I ought to sleep Spinning room is sinking deep Searching for something to say Waiting for the break of day Twenty-five or six to four Twenty-five or six to four - Chicago "25 or 6 to 4" Chicago II (1970) (It gives the mental image a bit of a Cowboy Bebop flavor...) |
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Mephron
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Mar-08-10, 09:31 AM (EDT) |
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4. "RE: music for space fighter combat, 2010.03.06"
In response to message #3
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>>My buddy likes the Yankees, she says, "Hey, T-bone, What's the >>score?", I say, "Well, Reggie got one in one and Twenty-five is six to >>four..." > >Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies or just existential blues? Many years ago I was travelling cross-country on the northern tier of this nation of ours, when just before the Rocky Mountains, we pulled over in a lovely town. So I had to call a friend and tell him that it wasn't existential blues, it really was Butte, Montana. -- Geoff Depew - Darth Mephron Haberdasher to Androids, Dark Lord of Sith Tech Support. "And Remember! Google is your Friend!!" |
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version 3.3 © 2001
Eyrie Productions,
Unlimited
Benjamin
D. Hutchins
E P U (Colour)
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