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This God Forsaken Thread Is Brimming With Cigarettes And Pathos (1 Viewer)

Suffragettes and bathos, mentholated bozos, suicidal Mentos, it is as if all those close-related so&sos knew the methods of the ethos

 
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If only Salinger had changed it to "For Esme, With Squalor and Pathos."

:tumbleweed:

 
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And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill

 
Beautiful Lofty Things

Beautiful lofty things: O’Leary’s noble head;
My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd:
‘This Land of Saints’, and then as the applause died out,
‘Of plaster Saints’; his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.
Standish O’Grady supporting himself between the tables
Speaking to a drunken audience high nonsensical words;
Augusta Gregory seated at her great ormolu table,
Her eightieth winter approaching: ‘Yesterday he threatened my life.
I told him that nightly from six to seven I sat at this table,
The blinds drawn up’; Maud Gonne at Howth station waiting a train,
Pallas Athene in that straight back and arrogant head:
All the Olympians; a thing never known again. 

 
Down in Sausalito we had clams for desert
You spilled some chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
There's no more time for apricots
He's got to make his own shade
Police me, police me, police me, police me

 
What's your favorite song and do you remember how it pierced your ears?
And the memories, how they resonate for years
Now I'm in love with the world as long as you're alive
In love with it all as long as you survive
In love with the world as long as I close my eyes enough...

Will you hold your breath?
Will you do your best?

 
“Look. Listen. Use ears I'd be proud to call our own. Listen to the silence behind the engines' noise. Jesus, Sweets, listen. Hear it? It's a love song."

For whom?

"You are loved.”

 
JaxBill said:
I thought it said patios at first and I thought you were being very considerate smoking outside. 

Never mind. Carry on.
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Two anew, man, his shoes, trite but true:

My filter's on the pavement side of things
Crushed and beaten
I got a slack tongue
And a case of black lung
That rises up mobile and fleeting,
From a two pack condundrum
An address is my daily habit
And this weathered leather, tethered together
Endeavors to sever these efforts forever
But I'll walk past the go cause it's worth a start
It's amazing how centered we are when things fall apart

 
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Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

When you look at me through your crystal glass
You will see that I am now your past
But you give your love to me
In your life I wasn't meant to be

Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

But until that day has come
When you'll say, "I'll be your only one"
I will live the way it's meant for me
With ups and downs and mystery

Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

Just a mirage
Fading away like water
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage
Oh oh oh, I am just a mirage

&

 
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts
their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!

-John Dos Passos (They Are Dead Now)

 
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There were times when we raised our fists to the world
Ready to crush opposition
And there were times when we lied like thieves in disguise
And I'm remembering those times too

We never had a chance but we made our plans
Till they were blown apart
We watched it all crash around our feet
And man, it broke my heart
We took it day by day and never thought for once
Those days were gonna end
I got what I wanted when I think about it
But I miss my friend

Accidents or accusations
I got my ####### reasons
And even hearts of gold can overload
When they've lost what they believed in

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
When the seams start to come apart
In this frustration, we find our salvation

...Separate every day a little more
From the things we start
Well I won't forget my part
Well I won't forget my part

In the end, what you want is much different
From what you choose
Yeah it's bigger than me and you
It's bigger than me and, than me and you

 
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He knew that when he kissed this girl,

and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath,

his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.

 
'When you smile--' He had recovered his paternal attitude, perhaps because of Nicole's silent proximity, 'I always think I'll see a gap where you've lost some baby teeth.'

But he was too late--she came close up against him with a forlorn whisper.

'Take me.'

'Take you where?'

 
rockaction said:
'When you smile--' He had recovered his paternal attitude, perhaps because of Nicole's silent proximity, 'I always think I'll see a gap where you've lost some baby teeth.'

But he was too late--she came close up against him with a forlorn whisper.

'Take me.'

'Take you where?'
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That is one of two books on my bedside table. The other is a Christmas-gifted Brave New World. Between TCM and Perry Mason, i seldom read myself to sleep any more. There might even be a spider web on it

 
wikkidpissah said:
That is one of two books on my bedside table. The other is a Christmas-gifted Brave New World. Between TCM and Perry Mason, i seldom read myself to sleep any more. There might even be a spider web on it
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Placed rightly, if not read nightly. Might be time to dust a bit, huh?

 
i happened upon a spinning of "No Reply At All" by Genrsis this morning whilst doing the day's food shopping. 

came home, and just d'loaded it to the Schpotifys. 

dunno why.  guess some good memories of pee wee hockey and the girls who skated with us. 

:coffee:

 
That's a funky track. The Wiki tells me that Phenix Horns played bass on that song and that they would get booed for playing it in England. Quite the departure, apparently, from their older stuff. Up from ashes. I always liked it.

Pee wee hockey is the greatest damn thing. Up at 6:00 A.M. to go get your 7:30 ice time. To the untrained eye, just a mess of kids swarming to the puck, but with each a logic of their own, some standing out from the crowd eventually.

 
rockaction said:
That's a funky track. The Wiki tells me that Phenix Horns played bass on that song and that they would get booed for playing it in England. Quite the departure, apparently, from their older stuff. Up from ashes. I always liked it.
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it ushered in the mega commercialism they abided in the decade ... i couldn't give a toss about their pretentious prog era - nor was i cognizant of it the first time my buddy Jack told me how much his older brother was digging the hooks in "ABACAB" - was literally all Greek to me. 

i liked the ditty - and, most importantly, the lasses who came to skate at 10 a.m. really enjoyed doing their ice capades shtick to it ... but by the end of the decade Phil Collins was tantamount to a wasp nest released in their nether regions (am i allowed to infer that?)

rockaction said:
Pee wee hockey is the greatest damn thing. Up at 6:00 A.M. to go get your 7:30 ice time. To the untrained eye, just a mess of kids swarming to the puck, but with each a logic of their own, some standing out from the crowd eventually.
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we were lucky enough to curry favor from a certain newsstand chap who would sell us kids smokes ... pack of Winchester mini-cigars for a cool fitty cents ... then on to the quart of Bud after the rink ... there was always some greazy rummy willing to buy for us, as long as we footed one for him. 

between the party favors, tunes, girlies ... there were quite a few twisted ankles. 

 
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it ushered in the mega commercialism they abided in the decade ... i couldn't give a toss about their pretentious prog era - nor was i cognizant of it the first time my buddy Jack told me how much his older brother was digging the hooks in "ABACAB" - was literally all Greek to me. 

i liked the ditty - and, most importantly, the lasses who came to skate at 10 a.m. really enjoyed doing their ice capades shtick to it ... but by the end of the decade Phil Collins was tantamount to a wasp nest released in their nether regions (am i allowed to infer that?)
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This explains why our select choir in seventh grade had to sing the "hits" of late-decade Phil Collins, I assume. Couldn't have the seventh-grade girls throwing their panties on stage to the magic of "Sussudio." One of the most embarrassing memories of middle school, and there were quite a lot. You couldn't even get the seventh-grade choir guys to sing it (we sort of refused and let the girls do it) never mind get panties to drop with it. 

Nothing like the tail the Whiffenpoofs get, anyway, but I'll leave the jokes about what kind of tail those lads get because somebody reading and discerning enough might get offended by my conclusion.

Fair Louis, and all. Ah, yes, fair Louis, fare thee very well.

 
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wikkidpissah said:
i'm not speaking to you til you once make it all the way thru a Triple Crown cycle...
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I have no comment on that but will say this, and I decided to keep it out of that thread because it sounds too much like sour grapes, but I'll put it here, because you guys will understand the utter futility of this. In honor of that thread, I went to bet a fin or something like that on an exacta at the casino directly six or so blocks from where I live. They have sort of an ampi/buffet-like off-track betting thing going on.

The day of the race, I'm all excited. Hop in the car to drive down there, furry feet a-flying. Eyes shiny and new. Revving the engine in the suburban driveway. Hells yeah. Get there. Closed. Until further notice. gosh darn COVID.

Thank God I couldn't drop twenty on what's-his-name. He lost badly to wire-to-wire guy. Oof.

 
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This explains why our select choir in seventh grade had to sing the "hits" of late-decade Phil Collins, I assume. Couldn't have the seventh-grade girls throwing their panties on stage to the magic of "Sussudio." One of the most embarrassing memories of middle school, and there were quite a lot. You couldn't even get the seventh-grade choir guys to sing it (we sort of refused and let the girls do it) never mind get panties to drop with it. 
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not for nuttin', but ... our choir director was a yuuuuuge Manilow fan - we had to do a performance of "I Write The Songs" at one of the Parish bazaars ... curious, that - i much would've preferred "Mandy", cuz i really like that one, even if it has been rumored to be about Mr. Patinkin - NTTAWWT, of course ... talk about your Whiffenpoofs, eh? 

as far as Collins ... his cucking in the "Easy Lover" vid with Phillip Bailey might be the most cringe moment of the decade ... far worse, imo, than Squier - Phil acting the cotdamn foo' as the goofy ### white dude to Bailey's unflabbable cool ... what a miserable buffoon Collins looked like. 

rockaction said:
I have no comment on that but will say this, and I decided to keep it out of that thread because it sounds too much like sour grapes, but I'll put it here, because you guys will understand the utter futility of this. In honor of that thread, I went to bet a fin or something like that on an exacta at the casino directly six or so blocks from where I live. They have sort of an ampi/buffet-like off-track betting thing going on.

The day of the race, I'm all excited. Hop in the car to drive down there, furry feet a-flying. Eyes shiny and new. Revving the engine in the suburban driveway. Hells yeah. Get there. Closed. Until further notice. gosh darn COVID.

Thank God I couldn't drop twenty on what's-his-name. He lost badly to wire-to-wire guy. Oof.
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i've made a ton more money getting shut out at the winderr than i have otherwise - my muse is an unforgiving mutha trukkah. 

 
otb_lifer said:
cotdamn
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Nice work around! I was going to consider this because of Clipse, the rap group, no less. You probably won't dig this, but I'll leave it for the reader or passer-by.

Cot Damn

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not for nuttin', but ... our choir director was a yuuuuuge Manilow fan - we had to do a performance of "I Write The Songs" at one of the Parish bazaars ... curious, that - i much would've preferred "Mandy", cuz i really like that one, even if it has been rumored to be about Mr. Patinkin - NTTAWWT, of course ... talk about your Whiffenpoofs, eh?
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Oof. Whiffensniffle Manilow.

Oh Mandy
Well you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
And I sent you away, Ohhhhhh Mandy

otb_lifer said:
as far as Collins ... his cucking in the "Easy Lover" vid with Phillip Bailey might be the most cringe moment of the decade ... far worse, imo, than Squier - Phil acting the cotdamn foo' as the goofy ### white dude to Bailey's unflabbable cool ... what a miserable buffoon Collins looked like.
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I don't remember that cucking. I remember them in a helicopter, though. But I think my memory is spotty. As a matter of fact, I went to sing the memorable chorus and went with "He's an easy lover..."

More Whiffenpoof!

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i've made a ton more money getting shut out at the winderr than i have otherwise - my muse is an unforgiving mutha trukkah.
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Believe dat. *Poof*, there it goes.

 
hey @rockaction ...

saw your post in the Euro thread regarding the DJax "Hippling" fallout ... and you're spot on. 

i don't wanna gum up their precious footy talkfest with it, so i'll just put it here ... @DJackson10 comes across as a solid street guy, a cat who knows his way thru the byways and alleyways ... there's a ton of stale schtick, fake teacher(s), chubby suburbanites, etc up on here - it's amusing and malignant, if not tedious. 

but DJax comes through as real, unapologetically so - kid has a passion and gift for gab - perhaps not as polished as our buddy wikk, but he shoots straight from the unfiltered heart - and i can dig that. 

Binky The Doormat said:
sayyyyyyyyyy ...wait a minute!  You clowns are on dope!

otb ...you ever been kicked in the head by a bull?  
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there's a familial joke i can put here, but i'll leave it to you to sort out. 

 
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rockaction said:
"It's got a mean bite on the back end. Let's pow-wow. Let's chit-chat."

Nice clip. Finally something I truly understand.
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"I'll tell you what, you boys ain't bad for a buncha ##### birthday party clowns ..."

"...let's palaver"

palaver - an improvised conference between two groups, typically those without a shared language or culture.

verb

talk unproductively and at length.

 
otb_lifer said:
hey @rockaction ...

saw your post in the Euro thread regarding the DJax "Hippling" fallout ... and ypu'te spot on. 

i don't wanna gum up their precious footy talkfest with it, so i'll just put it here ... @DJackson10 comes across as a solid street guy, a cat who knows his way thru the byways and alleyways ... there's a ton of stale schtick, fake teacher(s), chubby suburbanites, etc up on here - it's amusing and malignant, if not tedious. 

but DJax comes through as real, unapologetically so - kid has a passion and gift for gab - perhaps not as polished as our buddy wikk, but he shoots straight from the unfiltered heart - and i can dig that. 

there's a familial joke i can put here, but i'll leave it to you to sort out. 
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Djax also has Asperger's or autism -- he's on the spectrum. Deamon knows that -- we now all do -- and has been told (IIRC) by DJax (I think I've read it in the Philly thread and DJax has in other places asked people to let him know) to let him know when he should tone it down a bit. That's a dynamic not really seen under the surface of that. DJax shouldn't be doing that, Deamon is letting him know, and Navin jumped in, then I jumped in, and it's all a big cluster.

Whoohoo!

 
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