Changing Scenery
You may have noticed a few updates to the magically delicious Funny Farm Links Zone whose very nature may have caused ripples in The BlogSpace/Time Continuum that will leave major embarrassment situations that could take many incarnations* to harmonize. Hopefully everything will work out for the best. Althought it was nice to be confused with The Rude Pundit, if even for a moment due to timing. We've been told that nobody's pissed about the happenings, and that's most definitely all we need to hear.
Here's a few words of wisdom from a fave here at the Funny Farm that might sort of tangentially have something to do with the situation**:
Over time I've come to feel
That everything must come apart it seems
From the little child to the man of power
From the beggar to the angel of my dreams
From the thinnest thread we are sewn together
From the finest string we dangle over time
From the highest wire to the walk through fire
Should our balance ever falter
Should our steps be unaligned
Such a big storm yeah such a strong wind blowing
Such a loud voice calling for me to cross the line
CHORUS
But I'm not gonna give up the ghost
no, not gonna give up the ghost
I'm not gonna give up the ghost, no not gonna give it up
'Cause I haven't the strength to hold out too long
If we both hold on together we can make each other strong
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh 'n' blood
After all we're flesh
Drop the mask take away the house
And forget about the income and the car
We're all the same underneath our shells
We've all been to hell and we know what it's like
And we've shared each other's sins
We all know what it's like to give up the fight
We've all been ashamed at one time or another
We all have dreams and nightmares too
When it all comes down we'll look out for each other
(No one else will)
But when I hear the call when I feel the burst
When the catcher comes to take my soul
He's gonna have to fight me first
CHORUS
Every cloud has a silver lining
And every soul is tender to the touch
We aren't made of stone, we aren't made of steel
And we're all the same when we return to dust
But when I hear the call when I feel the burst
When the catcher comes to take my soul
He's gonna have to fight me first . . .
CHORUS OUT
Flesh And Blood, Oingo Boingo
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Don't give up the fight...
* - or a few adult beverages, depending on the level of embarrassment involved.
** - at least, it seems to us that they have something to do with what's going on here. Particularly the bit about us all being ashamed at one time or another...
Posted by (: Tom :) at June 14, 2005 06:55 AM