Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land, Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh if.... I won't have to work no more. And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry, Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if.... I won't have to cry no more. And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg, Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if.... I won't have to walk no more. And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south, Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if.... I won't have to talk... Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light. Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night? Cat Stevens Get mooned by Dick, Sam, and...space.com, via ollapodrida 11:54:02 PM    comment []

DR. OMED’S GRAB BAG OF WORD CANDY FOR PUNDITS AND BLOGGERS   More ways than morass to speak truth to power on what’s the matter in Iraq…and elsewhere.  Dubster’s Last Stand   Apocalypse…Nu? (I love the smell of burning bushes in the morning.)   Fort Apache, Baghdad   Dances with Wolfowitz   The Return of the Jihadis   Fwaster, Puddytat! Till! Till!   Winning hearts and minds one body bag at a time.   Wonder Bush Builds Strong Nations 1053 Ways…and counting.   Things To Do In Baghdad When You’re Dead   The Mission-Accomplished Position   Osama bin Lizardo to Buckeroo Bush: Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy!   The 137 Billion and counting Dollar Question   The Great Mistake   Slow Pitch Wrecker’s Ball   The Burning Child Festival   America does a reverse Sally Field: You hate me—You really hate me!   BONUS PHRASES:   President Bush: A Flop without a Flip   The Oval Office, while W still occupies it: The Fortress of  Suckitude   Middle East Peace: A Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Dove   6:01:59 PM    comment []

See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine Lord, it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pines And then the darkness fell And the moon's a harsh mistress It's so hard to love her well I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face Yes, I did, and I - I tripped and I missed my star God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone And the moon's a harsh mistress And the sky is made of stone The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own. Jimmy Webb 8:13:58 AM    comment []