Monthly Archives: February 2018

“Cut Here” released by The Cure

“So we meet again!” and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it’s a look I used to know
“Three long years and your favorite man
Is that any way to say hello?”
And you hold me like you’ll never let me go

“Oh c’mon and and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while…”
“Oh I wish I could and I will!
But now I just don’t have the time”
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye
I still see that look in your eye

So dizzy Mr Busy, too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute sometime soon, maybe next time, make it June
Until later doesn’t always come

It’s so hard to think “It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance”
Because it’s hard to think
“I’ll never get another chance
To hold you to hold you”

But chilly Mr Dilly, too much rush to talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second, just hang on, all in good time, won’t be long
Until later

I should’ve stopped to think, I should’ve made the time
I could’ve had that drink, I could’ve talked a while
I would’ve done it right, I would’ve moved us on
But I didn’t, now it’s all too late
It’s over, over
And you’re gone

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

But how how many times can I walk away and wish “If only”
But how many times can I talk this way and wish “If only”
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish “If only”

But “If only”
Is a wish too late

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“The Far Side Gallery” by Gary Larson ~~Testosterone~~

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18 February 2018 · 7:44 pm

“Don Martin Dept” by Don Martin ~~Early Riser~~

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17 February 2018 · 12:06 pm

Classics Illustrated – Les Misérables ~~Silver~~

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17 February 2018 · 11:05 am

Bus Stop Thoughts

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11 February 2018 · 1:17 pm

“Keep It Dark” released by Genesis

Found that man reported missing,
He wandered in his home.
It don’t seem to bad if you consider
Just what he’s been through.

Seems he met up with a gang of thieves,
Who mistook him for a man of means,
They locked him up then found he had no money,
So they let him go again.
Now he’s back at home and happy
Just to see the kids.

I wish that I could really tell you
All the things that happened to me
And all that I have seen.
A world full of people their hearts full of joy,
Cities of light with no fear of war,
And thousands of creatures with happier lives,
And dreams of a future with meaning and no need to hide.

Oh, keep it dark.

It seems strange to have to lie,
About a world so bright.
And tell instead a made-up story,
From the world of night.

I wish, that I could really tell you,
All the things that happened to me
And all that I have seen,
A world full of people their hearts full of joy,
Cities of light with no fear of war,
And thousands of creatures with happier lives,
And dreams of a future with meaning and no need to lie,
No need to hate,
No need to hide.

Oh, keep it dark.

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11 February 2018 · 11:20 am

Excerpt from “The Bourne Supremacy” by Robert Ludlum ~~Red Star One~~

It happened, but Bourne was not sure what it was! His left shoulder touched another shoulder and the contact was electric. The man he had grazed first lurched forward and then had swung back with such ferocity that Jason was shoved off-balance. He turned and looked at the man on the police escort motorcycle, then raised his flashlight to see through the dark plastic oval of the helmet.
Lightning struck, sharp, jagged bolts crashing into his skull, his eyes riveted as he tried to adjust to the incredible. He was staring at himself – from only years ago! The dark features beyond the opaque bubble were his! It was the commando! The impostor! The assassin!
The eyes that stared back at him also showed panic, but they were quicker than Webb’s. A flattened, rigid hand lashed out, crashing into Jason’s throat, cutting off all speech and thought.
Bourne fell back, unable to scream, grabbing his neck as the assassin lurched off his motorcycle.
He rushed past Jason and ducked under the rope.
Get him! Take him! … Marie! The words were absent, only hysterical thoughts screaming silently through Bourne’s mind. He retched, exploding the chop in his throat, and leaped over the rope, plunging into the crowd, following the path of fallen-away bodies that had been pummelled by the killer in his race to escape.
‘Stop… him!’ Only the last word emerged from Jason’s throat; it was a hoarse whisper. ‘Let me through!’ Two words were formed but no one was listening. From somewhere near the terminal a band was playing in the downpour.
The path was closed! There were only people, people, people! Find him! Take him! Marie! He’s gone! He’s disappeared! ‘Let me through!’ he screamed, the words now clear but heeded by no one.
He yanked and pulled and bucked his way to the edge of the crowd, another crowd facing him behind the glass doors of the terminal.
Nothing! No one! The killer was gone!
Killer? The kill!
It was the limousine, the lead limousine with the flags of both countries! That was the target!
Somewhere in that car or beneath that car was the timed mechanism that would blow it to the skies, killing the leaders of both delegations. Result – the scenario… chaos. Take-over!
Bourne spun around, frantically looking for someone in authority. Twenty yards beyond the rope, standing at attention as the British anthem was being played, was an officer of the Kowloon police. Clipped to his belt was a radio. A chance! The limousines had started their stately procession towards an unseen gate in the airfield.
Jason yanked the rope, pulling it up, toppling a stanchion, and started running towards the short, erect, Chinese officer. ‘Xun su!’ he roared.
Shemma?’ replied the startled man, instinctively reaching for his bolstered gun.
Stop them! The cars, the limousines! The one in front!’
‘What are you talking about? Who are you?’
Bourne nearly struck the man in frustration. ‘Mossad!’ he screamed.
‘You are the one from Israel? I’ve heard-‘
Listen to me! Get on that radio and tell them to stop! Get everyone out of that car! It’s going to blow! Now!’
Through the rain the officer looked up into Jason’s eyes, then nodded once and pulled the radio from his belt. This is an emergency! Clear the channel and patch me to Red Star One. Immediately.’
All the cars!’ interrupted Bourne. Tell them to peel away!’
Change!’ cried the police officer. ‘Alert all vehicles. Put me through!’ And with his voice tense but controlled, the Chinese spoke clearly, emphasizing each word. ‘This is Colony Five and we have an emergency. With me is the man from the Mossad and I relay his instructions. They are to be complied with at once. Red Star One is to stop instantly and order everyone out of the vehicle, instructing them to run for cover. All other cars are to turn to the left towards the centre of the field, away from Red Star One. Execute immediately!’
Stunned, the crowds watched as in the distance the engines roared in unison. Five limousines swung out of position, racing into the outer darkness of the airport. The first car screeched to a stop; the doors opened and men leaped out, running in all directions.
Eight seconds later it happened. The limousine called Red Star One exploded forty feet from an open gate. Flaming metal and shattered glass spiralled up into the downpour as the band music halted in midbreath.

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“Looking for Jack” released by Colin Hay

Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the fire and in the water
Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the streets and on the corners

I always wanted to be like Jack
He’s as cool as they come
Yeah, I always wanted to be like Jack
Still for me, he’s the one

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Hear the wind blow through the long grass
I hear laughter in the night
No revelations as the years pass
Just disappear from sight

As I grow older, I grow younger
Every day is like a dream
I wouldn’t go back for a moment
Except for maybe seventeen

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the fire and in the water
Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the streets and on the corners

Yeah, even Jack is always looking for Jack
He’s always in another room
And when I spoke to the woman there
She said, “He left this afternoon”

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

 

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Classics Illustrated – Tom Sawyer ~~Fence~~

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3 February 2018 · 12:42 pm