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

I'll be out and about until close to midnight your time


I'll check then but don't stay up late- you may be working Monday!

Midnight. Ok. Well. Um. I'll just get on with other things until then.



bfn

Closing Time (Leonard Cohen)

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

Another favourite- check out the *rubs her thighs* line- not quite what you had in mind when you write it!

bbs- must work be back on line at lunch time (8 for you)

C

I've spent today slumped in front of the TV...sorry I haven't been on earlier...

*rubs her thighs*

Feel better know?


The Grip working on fixing lights has his boom box with him and is playing *Open Up Your Eyes* at top volume. The glass on my desk is shaking!

Feels good.

Um. I don't know. Keep on doing that, and we'll see...

"Open Up Your EYes"??? What's that??

Cold Play- Rush of Blood to the Head. Excellent disk! I think they are Scottish, no? Great work/wrap music.

*looks at cl oddly, sits on his lap and strokes his face*

They are miserable boring c**ts. All their songs sound the same, and I think they are northern.



But if you say so...

*gives her a look*

They're good and who listens to whole disks unless they have a theme anyway? I may just have to quote their lyrics here then...

No, they are s**t. There's no more to them than that.

*Thinks strongly about putting Saturnine over his knee*

Hmmmm. A bit strong, don't you think? Agree to disagree?

Of course! But be aware that as its a Brit band, I've seen a lot more of them than you may have. Put me over your knee anyway..

There are emails waiting by the way. Nothing interesting though.

Off to check.

Very nice, very nice! You don't like mashed potatoes? We may have to end this....

Well, I do. But they have to be partially mashed (so there are chunks) and really buttery.

I prefer roast potato's really.

In fact. I prefer potato's with sauces.

And cold.

I actually very much like cold yams, eaten like an iceream cone....

I've never had yams.

Is it me, or do we always end up talking about food?

Well, we can get really, really specific about music and food but I think if our main interest was dealt with that way we would be banned.