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| =='''RIPPLE''' (Grateful Dead song)== | |||
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| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">I</font></div>f my words did glow with the gold of sunshine<br> | |||
| :::''<br> | |||
| '''And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung<br> | |||
| :::''<br> | |||
| '''Would you hear my voice come through the music<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''Would you hold it near as it were your own?<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">I</font></div>t's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''Perhaps they're better left unsung<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''I don't know, don't really care<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''Let there be songs to fill the air.<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| (Chorus)<br> | |||
| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">R</font></div>ipple in still water<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''When there is no pebble tossed<br> | |||
| '''Nor wind to blow<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">R</font></div>each out your hand if your cup be empty<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''If your cup is full may it be again<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''Let it be known there is a fountain<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''That was not made by the hands of men.<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">T</font></div>here is a road, no simple highway<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''Between the dawn and the dark of night<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''And if you go no one may follow<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''That path is for your steps alone<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| (Chorus)<br> | |||
| '''<div style="font-size: 400%; line-height: 75%; float: left; font-family: serif"><font color="#DC143C">Y</font></div>ou who choose to lead must follow<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''But if you fall you fall alone<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''If you should stand then who's to guide you?<br> | |||
| :::'' | |||
| '''If I knew the way I would take you home<br> | |||
| :::''<br><br> | |||
| ''The preceding lyrics encode something which is either crystal clear or totally unintelligible. No explanations are necessary, and no explanations can help. Nevertheless I cannot help commenting. We are alone together, after all.<br> ] (]) 03:51, 18 October 2009 (UTC)'' | |||
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| ==DE AMORES by Plutarch== | |||
| 23. Now there have been many such, as well | |||
| among us as among the barbarians, who can bear with | |||
| those that reproach Venus that, being coupled and present | |||
| with Love, she becomes a hindrance of friendship? | |||
| Whereas any sober and considerate person may rather revile | |||
| the of male with male, and justly call it intemperance | |||
| and lasciviousness,<br> | |||
| ::''A vile affront to Nature, no effect<br> | |||
| ::''Of lovely Venus or of chaste respect.<br> | |||
| And therefore, as for those that willingly prostitute their | |||
| bodies, we look upon them to be the most wicked and flagitious | |||
| persons in the world, void of fidelity, neither endued | |||
| with modesty nor any thing of friendship; and but too | |||
| truly and really, according to Sophocles,<br> | |||
| ::''They who ne'er had such friends as these,<br> | |||
| ::''Believe their blessing double;<br> | |||
| ::''And they that have them, pray the Gods<br> | |||
| ::''To rid them of the trouble.<br> | |||
| And as for those who, not being by nature lewd and wicked, | |||
| were and forced to prostitute themselves, | |||
| there are no men whom these always look upon with greater | |||
| suspicion and more perfect hatred than those that deluded | |||
| and them into so vile an act, and they bitterly | |||
| revenge themselves when they find an opportunity. For | |||
| Crateas killed Archelaus, who had rid him in his youth ; | |||
| and Pytholaus slew Alexander of Pherae. Periander tyrant | |||
| of the Ambraciotes asked his minion, whether he were | |||
| not yet with child ; which the lad took so heinously that | |||
| he stabbed him. | |||
| :::::''Plutarch's Lives (De Amores)'' Tr. by William Watson Goodwin p.304 | |||
| :::::See ''Voluntary servitude and the erotics of friendship: from classical antiquity ...'' By Marc D. Schachter p159<br><br><br><br><br> | |||
| ==Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A.E. Housman== | |||
| Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?<br> | |||
| And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?<br> | |||
| And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?<br> | |||
| Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.<br> | |||
| 'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;<br> | |||
| In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is;<br> | |||
| Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair<br> | |||
| For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.<br> | |||
| Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid<br> | |||
| To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;<br> | |||
| But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare,<br> | |||
| And they're haling him to justice for the colour of his hair.<br> | |||
| Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet<br> | |||
| And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,<br> | |||
| And between his spells of labour in the time he has to spare<br> | |||
| He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair.<br> | |||
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| http://en.wikipedia.org/Wikipedia:WARN | |||