h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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Somedays I look
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is
Who won the match or scored the goal
Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul

Sometimes I laugh
I laugh to think how young we were.
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to know which way to turn

Don't ask me where I found that picture on the wall
How much it cost or what it's worth
Sometimes I laugh
I laugh to think how young we were

We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real
Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I cry
I cry for those who live in fear
Somedays I don't
I don't remember why I'm here

No use reminding me, it's just the way it is
Who ran the race or came in first
Somedays I cry,
I cry for those who fear the worst

We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real
Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I look
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is
Who won the match or scored the goal
Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul

"There are a thousand things," he said. "I'll never say these things to you again," as turning on his heel he left a trace of bubbles bleeding in his stead. And in her head, a picture of a boy who left her lonely in the rain, and all around the night sang out like cockatoos.

with cacky toes.

The man who sailed around his soul
from east to west, from pole to pole
with ego as his drunken captain
greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold

The man who walked around his heart
who took no compass, guide or chart
to rope and tar his blood congealed
when he found his self revealed ugly and cold

And the sirens that sing
by your nose with its ring
they'll drag you in
for your sins
Now he sits all alone
and its no place like home
its empty skin
a bag to keep life's souvenirs in

The man who sailed around his soul.....

turned out to be just as trapped as a fish in a bowl

Year after year...

Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin on a dying man

And night after night
We pretend it's alright

But, I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun,
Any more.....

... might be of interest to those in attendance on this thread ...

http://www.pastiche.org/~pangea/tlf/

Here is some output from said link.


And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Hey you...did you ever realise what you'd become

Lean out your window, golden hair
And the sunshine
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And old King George

From the common clan
She had high hopes
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Where the speechless unite

What a fun site!

Hm... I fund it a bit easy. You could do more with a better hussle engine (and I can hear you go "Whaddas he mean by a hussle engine?", and I dunno myself)

So Whaddas he mean?

......by a hussle engine?

Knowing the bloke who wrote the script, it was probably a 10-minute job done (at work while the boss wasn't looking) between coding and web-gadget-designing.

'Nonnie

Can you name the truck with four-wheel drive,
smells like a steak and seats thirty-five?
Canyonero!
Canyonero!
Well it goes real slow with the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown.
Canyonero!
Canyonero!
(Canyonero!)
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
sixty-five tons of American pride.
Canyonero!
Canyonero!
Top of the line in utility sports,
unexplained fires are a matter for the courts.
Canyonero!
Canyonero!
She blinds everybody with her super-high beams,
She's a squirrel-squashin' deer-smackin' driving machine.
Canyonero!
Canyonero!

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

Chapter One: We didn't really get along
Chapter Two: I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, FIve and Six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric type write
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

And I'm giving you a longing look
Every day I write the book"

...and for all you froggies out there;

-baby's left my lilypad
-my legs were both deep-fried
-I eat flies all day
-and when i die
-they'll stick me on formaldehyde:
I got the greens, baby
I got them greens so bad...

(ignorant courtesy of Gary Larson)

Nice to hear some other voices in hear again

Born from an egg on a mountain top,
Monkey is funky that ever popped,
He knew every magic trick under the sun,
I've gone a bit Monkey (that Monkey Magic) crazy of late..

Born from an egg on a mountain top,
Monkey is funky that ever popped,
He knew every magic trick under the sun,
Tease the Gods and everyone can have some fun.
Monkey magic, Monkey magic,
Monkey magic, Monkey magic,
Monkey magic, Monkey magic ooh!

What a cocky, saucey Monkey this one is.
All the Gods were angry and they punished him.
Until he was saved by a kindly priest,
And that was the start of their pilgrimage quest.
Monkey magic, Monkey magic,
Monkey magic, Monkey magic,
Monkey magic, Monkey magic,
Monkey magic, Monkey magic ooh!