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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: gypsy who wrote (1631)	9/4/1998 1:06:00 AM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 2095

Was she crying in the bed? That is a stalkers song if I ever herd one, but here's something else I got out of it, and coincidentally from the same album I got the last one from(might be off base, but the horse reference got me going, do forgive me BTW, it's from Pink Floyd, The Wall) Comfortably Numb Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again. Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick. There'll be no more --Aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working. Good. That'll keep you going for the show. Come on it's time to go. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. -Waters ************************************ BTW, I'm a guy. Not the first to ask, so no problem. I was actually hoping you were some reincarnation of a previous postin' friend here. But none the less, happy to meet you.

To: gypsy who wrote (1631)	9/4/1998 1:16:00 AM
From: flickerful	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

new york tendaberry ~laura nyro~ New York tendaberry Blue berry A rush on rum Of brush and drum And the past is a blue note Inside me I ran away in the morning New York tendaberry Blue berry Rugs and drapes and drugs And capes Sweet kids in hunger slums Firecrackers break And they cross And they dust And they skate And the night comes I ran away in the morning Now I'm back Unpacked Sidewalk and pigeon You look like a city But you feel like a religion To me New York tendabery True berry I lost my eyes I east wind skies Here where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the tendaberry rise Where quakers and revolutionaries Join for life For precious years Joined for life Through silver tears New York tendaberry