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20 July, 2008 at 10:14 pm #139739
KING CRIMSON
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close
feels like mine
all mine
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close it feels like mine
all mine…
I remember the feeling
my hands in your hair
hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
of the rhythm we made
the rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
right next to you
feel your heartbeat heartbeat
right next to me…..20 July, 2008 at 2:23 pm #355828As a child, when my grandfather died, I saw his face clearly at the exact moment he passed, although we were 400 miles apart, and I wasn’t even particularly close to him in life.
And at a remote highland farmhouse again as a child, I was followed up a deserted track by a man who passed by my family without being seen, before eventually vanishing. The farm outbuildings had been the scene of a murder half a century previously, where a young girl was killed by her father. I dunno, maybe the spectre was a particularly wily poacher, but it scared the bejeezuz out of me.
There were other episodes of seeing things and having predictive dreams, from childhood until now.
Last time in hospital (yes I’m mentioning it again Fasty :wink: )When I was having seizures, I thought my mum was there with me, although she died 8 months ago. In all probability it was a hallucination, and my desperate longing to see her again, as the grief has been unbearable at times.
You can imagine my horror, when I came round, weeks later to discover for the second time, that my mum was dead.
I hope she comes to me soon, but I haven’t seen my father in the 19 years since he died, so I’m not holding my breath.19 July, 2008 at 11:05 pm #355680Good to see you, Shazza. 8)
19 July, 2008 at 9:43 pm #35561319 July, 2008 at 7:11 pm #353463@pete wrote:
I am PB i shall smote thee :twisted:
I’ve seen his smoter..and it’s a whopper..believe me! :twisted:
19 July, 2008 at 5:40 pm #355598Thanks for that, Pete. My tone-deaf cousin Jackie sang it the entire way through a six week summer break ensconsed in a Highland hideaway, way back when we were kiddies..only changing the tune every two days or so to an eardrum-busting rendition of Take Me Back To The Black Hills Of Dakota.
I was glad to get back to school.19 July, 2008 at 5:26 pm #139735THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT
Don’t think sorry’s easily said
Don’t try turning tables instead
You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I’m not gonna give anymore
Don’t ask me
That’s how it goes
Cause part of me knows what youre thinkin’Don’t say words you’re gonna regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain’t gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believingI am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mindDon’t leave false illusions behind
Don’t cry cause I aint changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain’t gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceivingI am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind19 July, 2008 at 5:16 pm #33447819 July, 2008 at 1:45 pm #355585@pete wrote:
One of the side effects is your head becomes very heavy Esme and you have to support it with both hands :D/
Oh god..not Heavyheadinhanditis in one so..er young..and..um..gawwwwjus? And there’s me thinking that rampant nymphomania was the side effect. What excuse have I got for that now? Yikes! :roll:
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