Originally posted by epic0002I used to love these guys, when I was about 10.
Actually, Groucho made like a banana and split.
In time, flies were all over the banana.
http://tinyurl.com/3bkqg3
They had this on the show too, if I remember it right. 😕
http://tinyurl.com/37ato6
You want real weird, look at the vids I posted, I hope I don't get bananaed over them. 🙁 😛
Originally posted by nmdavidbWeird? You want weird?
I thought it sounded familiar...good ol Cyndi.
Always thought she was hotter than madonna when i was a kid.
Shows my weird side I guess.
Dave
Jenny Agutter in Logan's run, in that weird outfit she wore.
Now that had me with a cushion over my lap watching with family when I was 12.
Now that's weird? or pure adolesence? 😳 😀😀😀
Originally posted by epic0002Recommended
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me, I cant hear
What youve said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If yo ...[text shortened]... indows you're wondering
If Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
Originally posted by mikelomSounds like some kind of Prophet
Whilst mentioning flying and arrows I will take the opportunity to yet again post one of my favourite parts of a work; 😉
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may gi w that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Kahlil Gibran....... priceless! 😏
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)