07 Nov 09
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you
Astute point, Ponderable. Tempted to quote Rain Bojangles' “It is better to be redundant
than remiss” but will resist it in the interest of accepting the verdict of 'guilty as charged'.
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In worn out shoes.
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
The old soft shoe.
He jumped so high, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
So down and out.
He looked at me to be the eyes of age,
As he spoke right out.
He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead.
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South.
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he
Traveled about.
His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved.
He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips.
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars.
He said, I drink a bit.
He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask, please
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!
07 Nov 09
Originally posted by Ice Cold*sniff* that...that's beautiful, but so sad. thank-you.:'(
I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you
In worn out shoes.
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
The old soft shoe.
He jumped so high, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
So down and out.
He looked at me to be the eyes of age,
As he spoke right out.
He talked of life, he talked of ...[text shortened]... his head I heard someone ask, please
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!
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11 Nov 09
Originally posted by HandyAndyYou ask the impossible, Andy. The human brain never sleeps. It's designed to work (and flex to idle mode)
Speak for yourself, old-timer. I can grasp, process and assimilate anything that comes along, including your drivel.
Go take a nap and give your little brain a rest.
morning, afternoon and night. Alpha, beta, delta, theta wave frequencies run the control center and perform
assigned tasks. During sleep, the alpha crew are replaced by team beta which handles the graveyard shift...
and presents an analyzed core dump (to the guy, gal or child in charge of the factory) in its morning report.
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11 Nov 09
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyyou're talking about a normal person's brain. yours never rests because it seemingly works overtime preparing for its daily felching of the general forum.
You ask the impossible, Andy. The human brain never sleeps. It's designed to work (and flex to idle mode)
morning, afternoon and night. Alpha, beta, delta, theta wave frequencies run the control center and perform
assigned tasks. During sleep, the alpha crew are replaced by team beta which handles the graveyard shift[b]...
and presents an a ...[text shortened]... guy, gal or child in charge of the factory) in its morning report.
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15 Nov 09
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyyou don't see me criticising other people's posts do you? no. so what is it that you do that others don't? well, the answer has been handed to you so many times that it i really can't be bothered to repeat it here - even my general goodwill has a limit. and i notice a lot of other posters criticise you and only you. otherwise people here seem to get along pretty well. why is that, do you think? if you could only step outside of your victim mentality for just a short while you might see it. but you won't. so, two related facts:
What will it take to enable your forehead to 'live and let live'?
1. you get criticised a lot, and no-one else does;
2. lots of people criticise only you.
not conclusive, but surely food for thought, if you can be honest with yourself for once.
i guess you'd be happy if everyone gathered at your feet and uncritically sucked up your bs, saying 'oh Grampy, you're sooooooo wise, please start even more threads', and you get frustrated when this doesn't happen. that seems to be pretty much the extent of your conception of 'live and let live'.