Chaotic Tidal Impulse Disrupter Flare-ups
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The Chaos of Love I
Took my troubles Down to Madame Ruth (And drink it down) You know that gypsy With the gold-capped tooth She’s got a storefront At Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine Love potion number nine I told her that I Was a flop with chicks I’ve been that way Since 1966 She looked at my palm And she made a magic sign She said, what you need is Love potion number nine Love potion number nine She bent down and turned Around and gave me a wink She said, I’m gonna mix it up Right here in the sink It smelled like turpentine And looked like Indian ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes I took a drink I didn’t know if It was day or night I started kissing Everything in sight.
- Love Potion Number Nine, The Coasters -
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Homage to Steven Weinberg I of V
Ain’t he a genius? The boy’s become a star And he smiles upon the faces Who wish they could go far Not long ago they criticized The genius only wrote And now they listen spellbound With lumps caught in their throats His virtue was sheer poverty His vice was reading plays While other children starved and fought He learned just what to say Through tension and confessionHe beat the monster down Then surfaced in society no longer underground.
- Ain’t He A Genuis?, Jimmy Buffet -
Mountain Pixies, Water Sprites, Meadow Elves, River Nymphs, and Oreads of the Forest
Have e’er you seen the Pixies, the fold not blest or banned? They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land, They make the green grass greener where’er their footsteps fall, The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call. They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass, The maids are kissed a-milking, and no one hears them pass. They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals, They seek out human lovers to win them souls. The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear, They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year; Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by The Pixies, they who change not, nor grow old or die. The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away, And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday, To-day has crimson foxglove. If purple hose-in-hose withered last night To-morrow will have its rose.
- Nora Chesson (British, 2 January 1871 – 14 April 1906) -
Beautific Blinding Bosons Blissfully Bombarding a Brilliant Bright Blue Sky
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? Did, did, did, did you ever wonder Why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on.
- Goodbye Blue Sky, Pink Floyd (from The Wall, 1979) -
Psycho Daisies
Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick Michigan ain’t where I get my kicks Texas is fine but it gets too hot And New York City’s not a place to stop New Orleans is the home of the blues But California’s my home with Mary Hughes Down in Mississippi I’m told is nice And all the meals there, they come with rice Oregon and Iowa are not for me The Colorado mountains are something you must see But back in California there’s nothing to lose ‘Cos everything’s swinging there with Mary Hughes.
- Psycho Daisies, The Yardbirds -
