I'm a people person, well not really... I hate people.
I have body parts that don't work anymore.
Hardwood floors are like women you may not like this or that, but you'll get used to whatever
-All Darryl in our conversation when i informed him of Darryl Friday.
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Posted by itzjerm at August 25, 2004 08:04 PM"Its hard to be humble when your perfect in every way" - John Schedel(my dad) said this during the bookstudy, he got some good laughs over that one, although I'm not sure how he wanted that to tie into the study we were doing. lol
Posted by: Judi at August 25, 2004 08:45 PMWell, maybe its late and maybe its not a "quote", but here are some lyrics from a tune by a band called The Waterboys that have been running around in my brain lately. Sorry if its a little long...try and download it if you can find it. It's a great song. If you've seen the preview for the surfing movie, Riding Giants, it plays over the ending of it:
This is the sea
These things you keep
you'd better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
on your soulless days
Cause once you were tethered
and now you are free
Once you were tethered
well now you are free
That was the river
this is the sea
Now if you're feelin' weary
if you've been alone too long
Maybe you've been suffering from
a few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
and you're trying to remember
Just how fine your life used to be
running around banging your drum
Like it's 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Now you say you've got trouble
you say you've got pain
You say've got nothing left to believe in
nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
nothing but chains
You've been scouring your conscience
raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
raking through your memories
But that was the river
this is the sea, yeah
I can see you wavering
as you try to decide
You've got a war in your head
and it's tearing you up inside
You're trying to make sense
of something that you just don't see
Trying to make sense now
and you know you once held the key
But that was the river
and this is the sea
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now I hear there's a train
it's coming on down the line
It's yours if you hurry
you've got still enough time
And you don't need no ticket
and you don't pay no fee
No you don't need no ticket
you don't pay no fee
Because that was the river, the river, the river, the river, the river, the river, ther river...
and this is the sea
Behold the sea"
Celtic Rock... alright..
Celtic Rock I appreciate...
The Pogues - Waltzing Matilda
- A good perspective on the badness of war
enjoy
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
"If you want to go, go ahead, but the minute you get hit, I'll laugh at you."
-Javann to a driver who didn't want to stop