Verse from exchemist This here is the wattle, The emblem of our land, You can stick it in a bottle. You can hold it in your hand. CHORUS You can take it for a walk Or out on a holiday Our glorious yellow wattle Is always game to play NEXT VERSE SOMEONE PLEASE Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
For a while there was a huge push to make "Born to Run" New Jersey's state song. Some lyrics from that: At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines . . Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young . . Together we could break this trap We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back . . . I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight In an everlasting kiss A song that mentions suicide not once, not twice, but three times. A song about living in a place that "rips the bones from your back." That mentions how the state is a "trap" twice. Which, come to think of it, makes it a great state song for New Jersey.
I don't think that national anthems are generally written for realism. The aim is to stir up patriotism, I think. I also don't think that replacing the current anthem by a different one would do anything much to address the issues you mentioned, which are rather more serious.
For some reason (??????) I began to think of a ditty I wrote aged about 15/16 when I was at Wilson's Grammar School in London Can't recall the reason why I wrote it but in this recall I note it fits the Australian Anthem tune We are the ol' Wilsonium's No friggin use are we The only place you'll find us Is the bar or the WC An when the fight is over We'll shout with all our might Non Dominus Quiksauros Frig you Jack I'm alright Never was adopted as the school song Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Don't think I'll put it forward to Australia Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Sorry I don't see it following Lumberjack Different tempo altogether Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Yes, you're right. I could have sworn it did yesterday. That's what the light of day brings. I think I hummed the first line by breaking ''Wilsonium's '' in to three parts. My mistake. BTW Your mentioning of your school days brought a ''quick track'' of an old memory of yours to my mind??? Wooo It was your memory, but it may not be school related?? To explain my ability of catching ''bits'' of others memories, I can't explain so don't ask. Give me permission to say what I caught by just saying ''Yes'' and I will (by return of post) tell you what I ''saw'' Woooo Older memories are easier to catch because newer ones are what I call still to be laid so to speak. So if you say yes, I will not say anything personal about you or locations. You listen and then pronounce woo or interesting. I mean it, try me.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! just say Yes
Okay lets go. I'm walking along a pavement, railings by my side, looking through them and above I see there's a wall, it's the side of a one storey building, windows along its length. I think it's one storey, its got a high sloping roof, perhaps there's a floor in that roof area? What looks real ugly and basic architecturally is what's lies beyond the first small building. Beyond is a crude rectangular brick building, five storeys high (?) with windows on each floor running the building's length. Crude because that's all it is, a massive brick rectangle with what must be a flat roof, because I can't see a sloping one. Both buildings are dirty yellow brick (not red or grey brick). At the end of the railings now, looking back to see that there's actually another ugly copy of the big building running parallel with the first big ugly building, couldn't see that at first. At the end of the railings is a gated entrance, two lorries parked in there (is it Sunday?) On both lorries I see wording. Trying to read, Beak Freens or pleek freans ?? Letters and numbers are always hard to make sense of in these memory things. Something about these buildings reminds me of them old cloth mills up north, you know, where they had kids working around dangerous cloth making machines. Big long buildings with rows of windows. I'm not saying what I described above are cloth mills, just that they are similar looking in some ways. So, any of that make sense to you? Woo or what??Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Not really The words on lorries could be Peek Freans who make biscuits and I worked for them for about 6 months night shift Buildings nothing like your description though Sorry Woo Woo it is Something in your brain, at night when it was defragmenting itself and deciding if the dream fragments were worth keeping, put them together (as a dream) My thoughts on dreams - brain has decided - fragments not worth keeping. Explains why people have a hard time remembering said dreams As in computer memory, the fragments do not get erased when defragmentation takes place, but the index to WHERE (location) on (in) the hard drive (brain) they reside does get erased Cheat the system by recalling the dream you are attempting to rewrite the erased memory but have no means to direct it to same location Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
That's okay, it's totally your fault for keeping duff memories. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Wouldn't you say the ''Peek Freans'' part is spooky? What did I say: ''Beak Freens or pleek freans''.
Not really. My odd linkage is odd and odd only because born out of a coincidence of rhyme If you had seen someone struggling with two large containers of fresh Christmas pudding and one falling off spilling contents in the courtyard I would have taken notice But since you didn't I won't Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Just take one letter (L) out of my '' pleek freans'' and you have your '' Peek Freans''. More than a rhyme there, why did I even memory read those words at all? You skeptics are all the same. Christmas pudding? More like sort your plum duff memories out Michael. Woo indeed. ~ ~ ~ ~Woo~ ~ ~Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
