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Post by TM on Sept 10, 2012 11:14:58 GMT -5
Well that confirms it. Teacher and Jim are twins.
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Post by Teacher on Sept 10, 2012 16:33:56 GMT -5
Well that confirms it. Teacher and Jim are twins. So, would I be the Good twin or the Evil twin? ;D
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Post by TM on Sept 10, 2012 20:15:07 GMT -5
Well that confirms it. Teacher and Jim are twins. So, would I be the Good twin or the Evil twin? ;D Oh, no doubt you are the good one!
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 11, 2012 11:39:21 GMT -5
Well that confirms it. Teacher and Jim are twins. "I have converted her to the Dark Side. Resistance is futile."
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 11, 2012 11:45:11 GMT -5
"Parents listened, didn’t get it. Poof and Jesse, Daddy said. Mummy tried but fussed and fretted, skeletons best left under bed. On the streets a rude survival, hot like-minded overtures. Sad departure, sweet arrival. If you don’t like it, right up yours! There comes a point when deep conviction bears down hard on who you are. Pointless to don cloak of denial, get the lead out and swing it far..... swing it far..... swing it far..... swing it far..... swing it far..... swing it...."[glow=red,2,300]17 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D
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Post by Teacher on Sept 11, 2012 17:09:52 GMT -5
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 12, 2012 7:51:49 GMT -5
"He stands at the crossroads of New St. and Old Town. Gerald Something from good-home-on-sea. Thinking back to the child that he once was. All bread and butter and jam for his tea."
"Men came and went in his moments of madness. Muttered apologies, late for a meeting. Too much intensity too much feigned sadness. Crestfallen, hangdog, glances too fleeting."
"He was your golden boy, he’s adrift and dumfounded with nowhere to go, no appointments to keep. He’s our little man, he’s adrift and dumfounded. Head on hard pillow, waiting for sleep." [glow=red,2,300]16 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 13, 2012 7:14:33 GMT -5
"Broken societies, selfish, uncaring. Addled brains clutching at chemicals soothing. Desperate measures, desperately tearing at last vestige of dignity, his for the losing."
"He was your golden boy, he’s adrift and dumfounded with nowhere to go, no appointments to keep. He’s our little man, he’s adrift and dumfounded. Head on hard pillow, waiting for sleep."[glow=red,2,300]15 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D
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Post by TM on Sept 13, 2012 8:26:10 GMT -5
8 days for me!
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 13, 2012 9:41:00 GMT -5
8 days for me!
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Post by TM on Sept 13, 2012 9:51:52 GMT -5
8 days for me! That's it. My only concern of course is this is an outdoor venue, so I'm hoping it's dark enough for us to see the video screen.
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 14, 2012 5:57:53 GMT -5
"From playing fields to killing fields: just one small step of madness. Officer training, uniform, boys together shower together. Rank and file can be just fine but that’s not what we’re here for. So, sign upon the dotted line, be commissioned, Hell for leather."
"How we sang that old school song, from Pirates of Penzance. Foemen bearing steel, we slapped our chests and raised our voices. No mad poets we, or painters twee but young men with a yearning to flex our might for all that’s right when face with moral choices."
"Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high. Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by."[glow=red,2,300]14 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 14, 2012 19:59:53 GMT -5
"Dad delivered us from the Hun and we reflect his selfless deed on this desert plain of conflict where special forces, choppers need."
"Fly-boy coming to collect you, lift you up and then protect you. Be this gung or be this ho, may glorious battle resurrect you."
"Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high. Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by."[glow=red,2,300]13 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 15, 2012 18:36:18 GMT -5
"Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound. Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life. I lie in sweat, cry others’ tears and write a letter to my Mum, my wife, my God unheard, unseen, Who never thinks to intervene."
"Oh, what pain and oh, what lie has called to us, from heaven on high? This cruel and harsh sweet punishment for follies acted, leaves us spent. Long road to Baghdad, then Persian hordes? Where will we stop to sheath our swords? IEDs lie patient, sleeping, wake when soldier boots come creeping."[glow=red,2,300]12 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 16, 2012 18:47:40 GMT -5
"Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound. Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life."
"Down this dusty scorched wind-blast track, eyes facing forward, ne'er look back. As rain comes down on Wootton Bassett Town, black hearses crawl and church bells sound."
"Bikers, burghers line the kerbs; a politician, a Highness Royal. Chance shoppers, tradesmen, stiffly stand and shed their tears for the military man." [glow=red,2,300]11 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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Post by Tull50 on Sept 17, 2012 9:47:28 GMT -5
"Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound. Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life."
"Down this dusty scorched wind-blast track, eyes facing forward, ne'er look back. As rain comes down on Wootton Bassett Town, black hearses crawl and church bells sound."
"Bikers, burghers line the kerbs; a politician, a Highness Royal. Chance shoppers, tradesmen, stiffly stand and shed their tears for the military man." [glow=red,2,300]11 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] Wow Jim, great post! are you a person with great wit. You would be a great publicist! Congratulations! is one of the best and most ingenious post I've seen Remy
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 17, 2012 10:01:11 GMT -5
Wow Jim, great post! are you a person with great wit. You would be a great publicist! Congratulations! is one of the best and most ingenious post I've seen Remy Gracias Remy. I never know until the day of each post what will happen. This is total mystery of lyric illustration. Each time I read lyrics from TAAB 2, it becomes an image with the help of Google Images. All I really want is a smile from anyone that can relate to the interpretation.
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 17, 2012 18:31:23 GMT -5
"Touch down after muddy rugby in the softer evensong. Steal through open doors to heaven in angelic sing-along."
"Tinsel echoes in the rafters still the air in stained glass light. Our voices chaste, un-broken, pure, take manly message to the fight."
"I sense the power. And I sense the spirit move in stately corridors of oak and stone, vaulted above."
"Beyond the nave, beside dark transepts, candles flicker in the quire. First the glow deep in the belly, tight grip of faith to fan the fire."[glow=red,2,300]10 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 18, 2012 18:38:32 GMT -5
"In the chapel, I am wondrous in the eyes of lesser boys. Raptures touch me, lift me, shape me. Brotherhood, an ode to joy. Stiff white ruffs on cassock’d ranks with hand on heart and hand on sword. Elevated, born to service, to service of the Lord."
"I sense the path. I sense the glory road. Position, influence, my head above the earthly clod below."
"Follow me to serve dark Master, He whose number might be His name. Branded, burning, power unholy, just have to love Him all the same...."[glow=red,2,300]9 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 19, 2012 18:28:00 GMT -5
"Let us pray: Dear Beloved Father:"
"We know it's tough to make ends meet through troubled times as economic woes grow, bad to worse. But call out to our family of treasured followers to make a pledge today, give 'till it hurts." hydromontage.com/church-of-england-pension-fund-ploughs-60m-of-vicars-nest-eggs-into-risky-hedge-funds/
"Our coffers almost empty, but our flock stands faithful by as we set out to shave the needy and bereft. Together we can fleece our willing congregation and I can live on any small change that's left. So, give 'till it hurts. Give 'till it hurts. Make a pledge and give 'till it hurts."
"That was today's speaker, the humble Reverend Gerald. Tune in to the National Godspend Channel next week. Praise be to Him and HALLELUJAH. Remember to keep those pledges coming in and - give 'till it hurts." [glow=red,2,300]8 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 20, 2012 14:29:01 GMT -5
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 20, 2012 18:30:39 GMT -5
"Gerald Bostock, fresh from school with few O-levels, sets his sights. No grand, fanciful fantasies but level headed middle ground. The retail trade, the corner shop, at humble service of plain town-folk. Open at nine and closed by six: enough to work, play, work around."
"Regulars drop by to chat in idle gossip, repetition. Same old words, another day while, all the time, life slips away. But slips so slowly, stretches moments into hours and hours to years. With characters by Harold Pinter, dark silences, slow Passion Play." www.downtownexpress.com/de_137/onestage.html
"Then home to fire up model trains and shunt and shuffle wagons, locomotive breath upon his brow. Smooth clockwork running motors hum while barren Madge prepares hot dinner. Fray Bentos pie: always a winner."
"So, praise life’s routine cozy habits. And don’t forget to call your Mum."[glow=red,2,300]7 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow] ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 21, 2012 18:36:45 GMT -5
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 22, 2012 18:01:44 GMT -5
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Post by jtul07 on Sept 23, 2012 18:15:37 GMT -5
Gerald the Banker "I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, lost the lot when Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what?"
Gerald the Homeless "On the streets, a pretty pickle. I met a man who lifted me. Took me home for slap and tickle, in civil partnership, pledged to me."
Gerald the Chorister "Enough of twisted overkill, Hellfire, damnation, voices shrill. I was rumbled, de-frocked and tumbled from grace and favour, caught hand in till."
Gerald the Military Man "Invalided out of theatre. Civilian rehabilitation. My time now given to help my brothers find cold feet, lost building nations."
Gerald: A Most Ordinary Man "Sold the shop, flicked off the power switch. In silent siding, Mallard must stay. Carriages and sleek coal tender packed in boxes, sold on eBay. Sold on eBay." [glow=red,2,300]4 Days to Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson[/glow]
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