[1781] in Central_America
New quotes for Tue Sep 19
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Tue Sep 19 01:37:57 1989
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 89 01:39:18 EDT
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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amberle (Amberle S Ferrian):
All right, now we're alone Oh, it wasn't always like this
I know you're expecting me I used to be the one who was smart
To tell you all that I've been through I was a hard girl
Oh, sorry, it takes so long I couldn't get caught, I was strong
And anyway, it's hurting me Oh, but then I got hurt
So don't ask, it might hurt you too How I got hurt
Maybe, I'm a fool
To turn down the love you're offering Oh, darling, take a little time with me
Oh, darling, take a little time
Chorus: Just a little time
Thanks, but love's a no, my baby
There's too much at stake One day, I don't know when
It's too soon, I know, my baby Maybe we can try again
And just too much to take Maybe all I need is time
Hold me, then say goodbye
Sometimes, I get scared Don't hate me for all the things I've
Living on my own again said
Some days I just want to cry
Memories won't set me free Chorus
Those memories of how it used to be
Oh, darling, take a little time with me
Chorus Oh, darling, take a little time
Just a little time
--Kim Wilde, "Love's a No"
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belville (Sharon Belville):
Essential Culture
A Mythical Guide to Project Athena
Printers!
Linus: The name of several mythical persons. Some of these
mythological characters died in youth under the excessive love of some
deity; this symbolizes the sudden withering of herbs, flowers and
anumal life under the fierce shafts of summer. A lament or dirge for
a dead hero, taken from the refrain ``woe is me'' is called a linus
song.
Python: The serpent killed by Apollo. It sprang from the stagnant
waters which remained after the Deluge sent by Zeus. Some accounts
say this serpent was a son of Gaea, others that he was produced from
the earth by Hera to persecute Latona while she was pregnant with
Apollo and Artemis, and that as soon as Apollo was born he strangled
this serpent.
Ajax: Leader of the Locrians in the Trojan War, he was insolent and
conceited.
Ceres: (Demeter - Greek) Goddess of agriculture, productive soil,
fruitfulness of mankind, and guardian of marriage. Mother of Plutus,
the god of wealth.
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
This is going to be far harder than I had imagined.
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mugambo (Shippert ('He who is known as Ti):
"I'd give up every poem I've ever written for a new one."
-William Stafford.
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needle (Jord Leynier):
Freedom is like Chaos, but with better lighting.
Alan Dean Foster
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rlcarr (Rich Carreiro):
AMERICAN PIE
-Don McLean-
A long, long time ago. I can still remember when the music used to
make me smile. And I knew if I had a chance, that I could make those
people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February
made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the
doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried
when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep
inside the day the music died.
So bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above, if
the bible tells you so? And do you believe in rock 'n' roll, can
music save your immortal soul, and can you teach me how to dance real
slow? Well I know that you're in love with him, 'cuz I saw you
dancing in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man I dig those
rythm and blues! I was a lonely teenaged broncin' buck with a pink
carnation and a pickup truck, but I knew I was outta luck. The day
the music died. I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a
rolling stone but that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang
for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean, and a
voice that came from you and me. Oh and while the king was looking
down, the jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned.
No verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book on Marx. the
quartet practiced in the park, and we sang dirges in the dark. The
day the music died. We were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Helter-skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off the fallout
shelter, eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the
grass, the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the
sidelines in a cast. And the halftime air was sweet perfume while the
sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, but we
never got the chance. Cuz the players tried to take the field, the
marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed? The
day the music died. We started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Oh, in there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with
no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be
quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick cuz fire is the devil's only
friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched
in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's
spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night, to light the
sacrificial light I saw Satan laughing with delight. The day the
music died. He was singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news.
But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store
where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the
music wouldn't play. And in the street the children screamed, the
lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken, the
church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most, the
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. They caught the last train for the
coast. The day the music died. And they were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
They were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
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