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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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RIPPLE (Grateful Dead song)




I

f my words did glow with the gold of sunshine


And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung


Would you hear my voice come through the music

Would you hold it near as it were your own?



I

t's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken

Perhaps they're better left unsung

I don't know, don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air.



(Chorus)

R

ipple in still water

When there is no pebble tossed
 Nor wind to blow



R

each out your hand if your cup be empty

If your cup is full may it be again

Let it be known there is a fountain

That was not made by the hands of men.



T

here is a road, no simple highway

Between the dawn and the dark of night

And if you go no one may follow

That path is for your steps alone



(Chorus)

Y

ou who choose to lead must follow

But if you fall you fall alone

If you should stand then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way I would take you home



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.
Haiduc (talk) 03:51, 18 October 2009 (UTC)




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,

A vile affront to Nature, no effect
Of lovely Venus or of chaste respect.

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,

They who ne'er had such friends as these,
Believe their blessing double;
And they that have them, pray the Gods
To rid them of the trouble.

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




Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A.E. Housman

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.

'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;
In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is;
Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair
For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.

Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid
To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;
But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare,
And they're haling him to justice for the colour of his hair.

Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet
And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,
And between his spells of labour in the time he has to spare
He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair.
This user suffers from bibliophilia.






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