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

No, I'm fine now, thanks Strider

Checking out the faces
 On a cold and lonely street
Late at night as cold winds blow
Who's sorrow will you meet?

The tired and tattered grandma
 With the pushcart full of trash
The hungry little muchkin
  With his face all smeared with ash

The woman standing on a bridge
 Her empty eyes cast down
The waters churning far below
  A muddy sort of brown

The old man sitting on a bench
 Hand tightly clasping cane
The young man standing near a grave
  Drenched from the icy rain

Will you let your heart reach out
 Or turn away in fear?
Will you forget when you reach home
  Or shed a silent tear?
  

Oh, Great! Just when Jinx is feeling better a depressing bit of verse appears. Jinx, buck up now and keep that upper lip stiff.

I'm talking to my favourite person in the whole universe whilst I am talking to you and I'm listening to Madonna - Frozen. I'm happy!

Wasn't meant to be so much depressing as thought-provoking.

A song from the sea

I once was a sailor
from Brittany
a sailor with sea green eyes
and I left behind
a local beauty
and turned my back
as she cried
But many years after
my three masted schooner
sailed back to her
rum dark bay.
When I saw the granite harbour master
one tear
fell from his eye
like an anchor.
When I saw the wandering albatross
one feather floated free
from its wing.
When I saw the proud dolphin
its tail stood up high
like a tree
in a tropical paradise.
And they said to me:
Who are you anyway
you shithead
just a sailor from Brittany.
Go back to sea -
the flying fish will blow you a kiss
and one day the shark
will give you
all the loves bites you need,
But in the morning
when I awoke
tattooed on my shoulder
was the map of a city

The devil's in the dreaming
He tells you I'm not sleeping in my hotel room alone
With nothing to believe in
You dive into the traffic rising up
And it's so quiet
You're suprised
And then you wake

For all the things you're losing
You might as well resign yourself to make a change
I'm going down to Hollywood
They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find
crawling round my brain

I wish was a girl so that you could believe me
And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep
I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days."

The devil's in the dreaming
You see yourself descending from a building to the ground
You watch the sky receding
You spin to see the traffic rising up
And it's so quite
You're suprised
And then you wake

For all the things I'm losing
I might as well resign myself to try and make a change
But I'm going down to Hollywood
They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain

I wish was a girl so that you could believe me
And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep
I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days."

In one of these dreams, you forgive me
It makes me think of the bad decisions that keep you at home
How could anyone else have changed?
All these wrong conclusions that leave you alone
How could everyone rearrange?
How could everyone else have changed?
What I see I believe

For all the things I'm losing
I might as well resign myself to try and make a change
Well, I'm going down to Hollywood
They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find
crawling around my brain

I wish was a girl so that you could believe me
And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep
I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days."

But I can't sleep at night

~Adam F. Duritz
"i wish i was a girl"

I cut dwon trees
I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra!
I wish I'd been a girly
Just like my dear papa!
(Monty Python - The Lumberjack Song)

The Monk

A man decided to become a monk, and joined a monastery. The order he
joined could not speak for seven years. Then they could only say 2
words. The first seven years passed and they went into a small room. His 2 words were "too cold".

The next seven years passed and they took him back into the small room
and his 2 words were "bad food".

The next seven years passed they took him back into the small room and
his 2 words were "I quit".

"Good," they said, "all you have done is complain."

Ironic jokes...

Well, ya know a body needs a minimum supply of iron.

That's not what I was talking about as you well know!

Actually it goes a little deeper than that. This thread is taking too long to load so I was subtly (like a brick over the head) saying that I was resigning from the conversation.

You had to be there at the time.

Hmmm. I dunno who's permission we have to get to start another forum...

No ones. Just click "New Conversation", title it "Lyrics and Poetry 2", post to it, then find a link to it that works, come back here, and post the link, so that all of us will know where you went. Simple, really.

~Irving

Yeah I know HOW you do it I was just wondering if we had to ask permission of the person who started the forum (ie. Dan).. Oh well. So! Haven't seen you around. How are you? What's the gos?

And she sang
Sha-na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na-na
It'll be alright

Let's put this thread to bed:


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