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(TFT) Lunatic Latin acquiescent
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- From: Jay Carlisle <maou.tsaou@gmail.com>
- Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 13:07:26 -0700
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L.S.
Latine scribere coactus sum
Laudant illa, sed ista legunt
Lectio brevior lectio potior
Lege et lachryma Christi lapsus linguae
Christi lapsus alumni linguae
Labera lege
Laudatores temporis acti laus Tempus Temporis
Lavdem virtvtis necessitati damvs
Lex malla, lex nulla
Lex non scripta Lex talionis
Legum servi sumus ut liberi esse possimus
Lex clavatoris nulla rescindenda est
Lege atque lectio brevior lectio potior
Lex scripta inaestimabilis res est licentia liquendi licet arbitrium
Locus classicus in quo delicti, locus desperatus, licet literati Libra
solidus denarius (L.S.D.)
Libenter homines id quod volunt credunt
Liberate te ex inferis, anguis in herba hoc ann... anni, annu, ann-OH
NO! NOT AGAIN!
AGRAJAG!
LBJ took the IRT
Down to 4th Street USA
When he got there
What did he see?
The youth of America on LSD
LBJ IRT
USA LSD
LSD LBJ
FBI CIA
Et tu fe?
Brute
Luctor et emergo
Loquitur emergo
Fiat lux
Accompli
Summatum est
Lunch?
Lo!and Behold
Lonely by day
Empty and cold
Only to say
Lo! and behold
Deep in the night
Down in my dreams
Glorious sight
This soul has seen
There's a well on the hill
You just can't kill for Jesus
There's a well on the hill
Let it be
I don't build no heathen temples
Where the Lord has done set his feet
There's a well on the hill
Let it be
Everyone's talking 'bout the gospel story
Some shall sink and some shall fall
Everyone's talking 'bout the train to glory
Long, long time 'til it gets here to you, baby
There's a well on the hill
You just can't kill for Jesus
There's a well on the hill
Let it be
I don't build no heathen temples
Where the Lord has done placed a foot
There's a well on the hill
Let it be
Lo!
Let It All Fall Down
Sing a song for the wrong
And the wicked and the strong
And the sick, as thick as thieves
For the faceless fear that was never so near
Too clear to misbelieve
Well the sea is jumping salty
And the porpoise has the blues
My recollection's faulty
And I cannot find my shoes
And my wiring is misfiring
Due to cigarettes and booze
I'm behind in my dues
I just now got the news
He seems to tell us lies
And still we will believe him
Then together he will lead us
Into darkness, my friends
Refrain:
Let it fall down, let it fall down
Let it all fall down
Let it fall down, let it fall down
Let it all fall down
The man says stand to one side, son
We got to keep this big ball rolling
It's just a question of controlling
For whom the bell is tolling
Refrain
There'll be suffering and starvation
In the streets young man
Just where have you been, old man
Just look out of your window, man
Refrain
Well, it ain't nobody's fault but our own
Still, at least we might could show the good sense
To know when we've been wrong
And it's already taken too long
So we bring it to a stop
Then we take it from the top
We let it settle on down softly
Like your gently falling snow
Or let it tumble down and topple
Like the temple long ago
Refrain
Behold
J.T. of course, of course & Heuy's not GNU nor UNIX as an ordanary
world has no place for extraordanary personage
Poe knows writting desks
To 1 in pairadice
If I could see the sky above
And my mind could be set free
As wild white horses reached the shore
I'd stand alone and oversee
And if the bush before me burns
Should I turn my eyes away?
And still the voices I can hear
As clear to me as light of day
I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
(Nothing could change my mind)
Now I know what they mean
How could I be so blind?
Cold sands of time
(Winds that blow as cold as ice)
Sounds that come in the night
Shall hide what is left of me
Come from paradise
I've been through times when no one cared
(Words that were mine)
I've seen clouds in empty skies
(Clouds in empty skies)
When one kind word meant more to me
(Shall last as a memory)
Than all the love in paradise
I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
(Nothing can save me, nothing can save me, nothing can save me)
Till I found what they mean
Nothing can save me now
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy gray eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams
Skating Away On the Thin Ice Of a New Day
Meanwhile back in the year One,
When you belonged to no-one,
You didn't stand a chance son,
If your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up
In the Present Day
A million generations removed from expectations of being who you
really want to be.
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done
And as you cross the wilderness,
Spinning in your emptiness:
You feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written you into the Passion Play
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line,
The ice-wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and
in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person
Sitting in the audience?
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
Skating away, skating away, skating away
Jethro Tull (1674 b 21 February 1741) was an English agricultural
pioneer from Berkshire who helped bring about the British Agricultural
Revolution.
>From nomad to farmer or from Luna to Sol see Stonehenge
>From farmer to factory or from Sol to Clock see Big Ben
For push button murder see the united states
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore
And no one kills the children anymore
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed
Eschatological Pantheistic Multiple-Ego Solipsism
World as Myth
"For me, y,know, that notion of teenage wasteland it is about *waste*
-- it's not about getting *wasted* -- it is about *waste*. Its about
wasted life, wasted opportunity, wasted years, and I take full
responsibility for the fact that my generation complained about the
state of the planet but did *nothing to change it"
Apotheosis 1001
Pete's Arp 2600, The same instrument used by Edgar Winter in Frankenstein
Call for Frau Blucher
NEIGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
Damn my eyes
Put a fork in me (and the candle back, by the shelf with the
rulebooks) I'm getting in tune
I'm nearing Abnormally done
Zu futshtupz izt ullmuest vinneshed
(?)
Futshtupz, futshtupz, futshtupz!
Ah, footsteps... Ya I like dogs. I like caravans better
{flashback}
Jack Burton: [speaking to Lo Jayn] Are you crazy... Is that your problem?
Lo Jayn: Indeed!
Egg Shen: Lo Jayn is down there.
Jack Burton: Down where?
Egg Shen: Where is the universe?
Jack Burton: Abandoned, like hell!
[Jack points to the rulebook]
Jack Burton: Hollow?
Wang Chi: Hollow.
Jack Burton: Fuck it.
[Jack wacks through the page with his knife]
Jack Burton: We made it. Holy shit, we made it!
Jack Burton: We really shook the pillars of heaven, didn't we, Wang?
[Jack turns to go]
Margo: God, aren't you even gonna kiss her goodbye?
Jack Burton: Nope.
Jack Burton: Sooner or later I rub everybody the wrong way.
[opens door then pauses]
Jack Burton: And don't call me god, damn it.
[exits]
{snapback}
Litoralis; legatus a latere Jay
G'day
[starts cleaning up the locus... freezes cold for a moment]
#&@! ME!
"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from
wandering Where it will go"
Stops... awwwwwww fixing it let his mind go where it will...
Listen people, that's just how a devils bible gets done... what was
his name... ask Misses Brown
And sometimes it's not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talk, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
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