General / Off-Topic so if the lights go out
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Not sure what you are trying to say here...?
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Maybe the OP sends a personal message to someone ?
if the lights go out, wow, then the rest must be true.
whats this about, not saying, but them that know , know and times are about to change... how cool
Just hope its not all a giant troll
[alien]:O[alien]
When the lights go down
In a California Town
People are in for the evenin'
I jump in my car
An' I throw in my guitar
Mah heart beatin' time with mah breathin'
Drivin' over Kanan,
Singin' to mah soul
There's people out there turnin' music into gold.
Minonian
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This reminds me of Skyrim, when you're doing some missions in the tunnel and hear some mentally insane people speak unintelligible sentences.
dayrth
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if the lights go out, wow, then the rest must be true.
whats this about, not saying, but them that know , know and times are about to change... how cool
Just hope its not all a giant troll
[alien]:O[alien]
Are we just saying random stuff to confuse people? If so, then it's working.
[video=youtube;B3KGpIoE5CY]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3KGpIoE5CY[/video]
No idea what the OP was about, but mine has a (dated) reference that nobody remembers.
No idea what the OP was about, but mine has a (dated) reference that nobody remembers.
WHEN LIGHTS GO OUT
it is with the shadows of night
when the sun comes and goes
the moon comes and goes
that we ask, in weary voices, which fall into the depth of the gulf:
how does it feel to be you
watching and waiting
to feel the heavy weight of every minute come followed by another
and nothing
even everything written in blood
says nothing about how we could wake up tomorrow and build a day
your eyelids shut, if they ever do,
and the memories of those you knew,
flood behind the darkness of closed eyelids
spiralling into patterns of pain
and you alone know that once there were hopes
that once the footsteps of the people sounded on the horizon
and now
silence strides across the sky
where the sun sweats, proclaiming a wish to rest
can we tell you
you the children of a long hour a long day a long night
that hope never befriends fools
yes
time, in absolute eloquence, can erase our faces
remember sharpville?
in those days, violence and disaster were articulate
and now
today you watch and wait
so one day hope begins to walk again
it whispers
about the twisted corpses that we saw
sprawled across the streets on this knowledgeable earth
the tears
the blood
the memory
and the knowledge, which was born
by every heavy minute that we carried
across a wilderness, where there were no paths
where screams echoed, as if never to stop
it is when there is no hope, that hope begins to walk again
yet
like we said
hope never befriends fools
since we have eyes to see
ears
and fingers to touch
only if we know how, can we harness time –
can you hear the footsteps
it is with the shadows of night
when the sun comes and goes
the moon comes and goes
that we ask, in weary voices, which fall into the depth of the gulf:
how does it feel to be you
watching and waiting
to feel the heavy weight of every minute come followed by another
and nothing
even everything written in blood
says nothing about how we could wake up tomorrow and build a day
your eyelids shut, if they ever do,
and the memories of those you knew,
flood behind the darkness of closed eyelids
spiralling into patterns of pain
and you alone know that once there were hopes
that once the footsteps of the people sounded on the horizon
and now
silence strides across the sky
where the sun sweats, proclaiming a wish to rest
can we tell you
you the children of a long hour a long day a long night
that hope never befriends fools
yes
time, in absolute eloquence, can erase our faces
remember sharpville?
in those days, violence and disaster were articulate
and now
today you watch and wait
so one day hope begins to walk again
it whispers
about the twisted corpses that we saw
sprawled across the streets on this knowledgeable earth
the tears
the blood
the memory
and the knowledge, which was born
by every heavy minute that we carried
across a wilderness, where there were no paths
where screams echoed, as if never to stop
it is when there is no hope, that hope begins to walk again
yet
like we said
hope never befriends fools
since we have eyes to see
ears
and fingers to touch
only if we know how, can we harness time –
can you hear the footsteps
i may make sense one day.. maybe not
thanks giving was successful, green sky was a failure
Aw. Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out of it alive, anyway.
Ian Phillips
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Even in the Off topic section a thread does actually need a subject.
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