Source Code 1992 March/Source_Code_CD-ROM_Walnut_Creek_March_1992.iso/usenet/altsrcs/2/2718

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From: [e-mail] (Eric Peterson)
Newsgroups: alt.sources,alt.rock-n-roll
Subject: They Might Be Giants Quote Generator (Update)
Message-ID: <epeterso.666024499@houligan>
Date: 8 Feb 91 14:48:19 GMT

This is an update to the TMBG quote generator I posted a few months
back ... Enjoy!

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#! /bin/sh
#  This is a shell archive ... type "sh <archive-name>" to unpack
echo x - tmbg.README
sed 's/^X//' >tmbg.README <<'*-*-END-of-tmbg.README-*-*'
X
X             They Might Be Giants Quote Generator
X            By Eric Peterson ([e-mail])
X
X            Released into the Public Domain
X
X
XINTRO
X
XIf you liked /usr/games/fortune, if you loved /usr/local/emacs/etc/yow, there's
Xfinally ~/tmbg -- the They Might Be Giants quote generator.  Yes, all of the
Xfabulously witticisms of John and John have been compiled and collected here
Xfor your computing enjoyment.  Just configure, compile, add water, and you're
Xall set ...
X
XCONFIGURATION
X
XFirst, unpack the shell archive.  Chances are that if you're reading this that
Xyou've already been there and done that.  Now, edit the file tmbg.c and change
Xsome of the #defines in that file to suit your personal preferences ...
X
XDefine QUOTE_FILE_NAME as the full path name of the quotes file.  I'd set this
Xto a file in a library directory somewhere, such as /usr/local/lib/tmbg.text.
X
XIf you alter the quote file, you may want to redefine the DELIMITER character.
XEach entry in the file consists of a DELIMITER, a newline ('\n'), and the text
Xof the quote.  You do not need a delimeter at the end of the file, but you do
Xneed one at the beginning.  See the tmbg.text file for an example.
X
XYou may need to alter the random number generator on your system.  If you have
Xthe random() and srandom() functions (BSD systems usually have these), you
Xdon't need to modify anything.  If you have the rand() and srand() functions
X(System V systems usually have these), uncomment the definitions of random()
Xand srandom().  If you have some other random number generator, define random()
Xas a function that takes no arguments and returns a random long integer and
Xsrandom() as a one-argument function that seeds the random number generator.
Xwith a normal integer.  If you have no clue how to generate a random number,
Xuse "#define random() ((long) getpid() * (long) time(0)) for the random number
Xgenerator and "#define srandom(X) ;" for the seeder.
X
XCOMPILATION
X
XCompilation couldn't be easier -- just say "cc -o tmbg tmbg.c".  If that
Xdoesn't work, check the include files.  If everything looks okay but it still
Xwon't compile, you're screwed :-)
X
XINSTALLATION
X
XCopy the "tmbg.text" file to the value you defined for QUOTE_FILE_NAME.  Copy
Xthe "tmbg" file to a common binary directory (such as /usr/local/bin).  And if
Xyou're using the C shell, make sure that that directory is in your path and do
Xa "rehash".  Now you're set!
X
XRUNNING
X
XJust say "tmbg"!  What could be simpler?  You can substitute "tmbg" in any
Xprogram that calls for "yow" or "fortune" (such as an variable .plan generator
Xor xnlock, for you X-Windows types).
X
XIf you want to create an alternative quotes file, you can say "tmbg
X<file-name>", where "<file-name>" is the name of the file you want to use
Xinstead of QUOTE_FILE_NAME.
X
XFOR MORE INFORMATION
X
XSend $1 to:
X
X  The Church of the SubGenius
X  PO Box 140306
X  Dallas, TX  75214
X  Attention: "Bob"
X
XAnd send all the rest of your money to:
X
X  Eric Peterson, MS 403
X  Encore Computer Corporation
X  6901 West Sunrise Boulevard
X  PO Box 409148
X  Ft. Lauderdale, FL  33319
X
XOr just write to "[e-mail]" or "...!uunet!encore!epeterson".  And
Xwhile you're at it, keep the night light on inside the birdhouse in your soul.
X
*-*-END-of-tmbg.README-*-*
echo x - tmbg.c
sed 's/^X//' >tmbg.c <<'*-*-END-of-tmbg.c-*-*'
X
X/*
X *  Quote Generator
X *  By Eric Peterson ([e-mail])
X *
X *  This software is released into the public domain.  Use at your own risk.
X */
X
X/*
X *  QUOTE_FILE_NAME is the path name of the quotes file.  You'll probably want
X *  this to be the full path name of the file.
X */
X
X#define QUOTE_FILE_NAME "/You-need-to-change-this!/tmbg.text"
X
X/*
X *  DELIMITER is the character that divides the quotes in the quotes file.
X *  Each quote starts with a delimiter and a newline.  All of the text
X *  between that newline and the next delimiter is considered the quote.
X *  You won't need to touch this unless you change the structure of the
X *  quotes file.
X */
X
X#define DELIMITER '@'
X
X/*
X *  Random(3) is a better random number generator than rand(3).  However,
X *  many systems have only rand(3) and not random(3).  Others may not have
X *  either and use something entirely different.  Consequently, you may
X *  need to uncomment and possibly modiy the lines below.  Random() should
X *  return a random long integer, and srandom() should seed the randomizer
X *  with a normal integer.
X */
X
X/* #define random()   rand()            /* This comment no verb.  */
X/* #define srandom(X) srand(X)            /* This is not a comment. */
X
X
X#include <stdio.h>
X#include <sys/types.h>
X#include <sys/stat.h>
X
Xmain(Argc, Argv)
X    int Argc;
X    char *Argv[];
X{
X  FILE *Quote_File;
X  long Position;
X  struct stat Stat;
X  int Char;
X  char *Quote_File_Name;
X
X  /* Initialize */
X  srandom(((int) getpid()) * ((int) time(0)));
X  Quote_File_Name = (Argc < 2) ? QUOTE_FILE_NAME : Argv[1];
X
X  /* Open the file */
X  Quote_File = fopen(Quote_File_Name, "r");
X
X  /* Was the open successful? */
X  if (Quote_File == NULL)
X    {
X      fprintf(stderr, "\nCouldn't open quote file '%s'\n\n", Quote_File_Name);
X      exit(1);
X    }
X
X  /* Find a rand spot in the file */
X  stat(Quote_File_Name, &Stat);
X  Position = random() % Stat.st_size;
X  fseek(Quote_File, Position, 0);
X
X  /* Find the next delimiter */
X  while ((Char = fgetc(Quote_File)) != EOF && Char != DELIMITER);
X  if (Char == EOF)
X    fseek(Quote_File, 1, 0);
X
X  /* Skip the following newline */
X  fgetc(Quote_File);
X
X  /* Display the text until the next delimiter or EOF */
X  while ((Char = fgetc(Quote_File)) != EOF && Char != DELIMITER)
X    fputc(Char, stdout);
X
X  /* Close up */
X  fclose(Quote_File);
X  exit(0);
X}
X
*-*-END-of-tmbg.c-*-*
echo x - tmbg.text
sed 's/^X//' >tmbg.text <<'*-*-END-of-tmbg.text-*-*'
X@
XEverything right is wrong again, just like in The Long, Long Trailer
XAll the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
XAnd nobody would stop to save her.
X@
XAnd now this song is over now, and now this song is over now
XAnd now this song is over now, this song is over now.
X@
XQuit my job down at the car wash, didn't have to write no one a goodbye note
XSaid the check's in the mail and I'll see you in church
XAnd don't you ever change.
X@
XBut the pup-pup-pup-pet head was only bu-bu-bus-ted in
XI'll see you after school ...
X@
XMemo to Myself: "DO THE DUMB THINGS I GOTTA DO -- TOUCH THE PUPPET HEAD"
X@
XDon't don't don't let's start, this is the worst part
XTo believe for all the world that you're my precious little girl.
X@
XWhen you are alone, you are the cat, you are the bone, you are an animal
XThe words I'm singing now mean nothing more than "meow" to an animal.
X@
XNo one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful
XEverbody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful.
X@
XHide away, folk family, or else someone's gonna get you
XSomeone's gonna get you.
X@
X"Hello, this is Leslie Downes with the Daily Home Astrology Report.
X TAURUS: Contemplate domestic turmoil.
X AQUARIUS: Abandon hope for future plans."
X@
XThere's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third
XDon't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
XSpent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
XFor the two songs in me and the third one I just made.
X@
XA rich man once told me, "Hey, life's a funny thing"
XA poor man once told me that he can't afford to speak
XNow I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak
XSince there's just two songs in me, and I just wrote the third ...
X@
XSo I went to the president and I asked ol' what's-his-name
XHas he ever gotten writer's block or something like the same?
XHe just started talking like he was on TV
X"If there's just two songs in you boy, whaddya want from me?"
X@
XSo I bought myself some denim pants and a silver guitar
XBut I politely tell the ladies he'll still have to call me "Sir"
XAnd I have to keep my self respect 'cause I'll never be a star
XSince there's just two songs in me and this is Number Three.
X@
XWhat's the reason?  Why'd she go?
XWhere's my baby?  I don't know
XThirty-two footsteps, counted 'em myself, thirty-two footsteps.
X@
XThirty-two footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't wanna dry.
XThirty-two footsteps running down the road where the floor reaches the sky.
X@
XThirty-two feathers in my brand new Indian headdress
XThirty-two new moons shining in thirty-two skies ...
X@
XThirty-two infantry men running in place
XThirty-two box cars, all of them have your face.
X@
XWhat's the reason? Why'd she leave?
XDon't you know we're on the eve of
XThirty-two footsteps, counted 'em myself, thirty-two footsteps.
X@
XIn the morning sun 'round 7:00 the parking lot fills 'round Toys-R-Us
XAnd my little girl, she will get away, ridin' her bike down Toddler Highway.
X@
XRabid Child stays at home and talks on her CB
XTruckers pass calling out their handles to the kid.
X@
XIf you pass the Rabid Child, say "Hammer down!" for me.
X@
XHammer down ... Rabbit ears!
X@
XWhat's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face?
X@
XAll I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face.
X@
XAll the people are so happy now their heads are caving in
XWell I'm glad they are all snowmen with protective rubber skin.
X@
XA furry ambulastic masked affair of shiny marble dice
XSome people call 'em snake-eyes but to me they look like mice.
X@
XAnd nothing's smelling like a rose
XBut I don't care if no one's coming up for air
X'Cause I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore.
X@
XNothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore.
X@
XWhy did they send her over anyone else?  How should I react?
XThese things happen to other people ... they don't happen at all, in fact.
X@
XWhen you're following an angel it doesn't mean you have to
XThrow your body off a building.
X@
XI hear they have a space program when you sing you can't hear, there's no air
XSometimes I think I'd kind of like that better
XOther times I think I'm already there.
X@
XYouth culture killed my dog.
X@
XThe night life and my dog's life weren't exactly one and the same.
X@
XThe hip hop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind.
X@
XShe's got her ear to the walls, and she's tapping the calls
XIf you've got a secret, boy -- FORGET ABOUT IT!
X'Cause she's a Hotel Detective.
X@
XFor every one with dollar signs in his eyes there must be hundreds that look
Xat you as if you're some kind of rhythm section want ad.
X@
XHats off to the new age hairstyles made of bones
XHats off to the use of hats.
X@
X"You guys must be into the Eurythmics!"
X@
XIn a world we call our home there's lots of room to roam
XPlenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme
XThere's a place for those who love their poetry
XIt's just across from the sign that says "Prose Only".
X@
XI've got to get a job, I've got to get some pay
XMy son's gotta go to art school, he's leaving in three days.
X@
XAnd the TV's in Esperanto -- you know that that's a bitch.
X@
XBut alienation's for the rich and I'm a-feelin' poorer every day.
X@
XI ain't a feeling happy about the state of things in my life
XBut I'm working to make it better with a six of Miller High Life.
X@
XIt's a long, long rope they use to hang you, soon I hope
XAnd I wonder why it hasn't happened, why Why WHY?
XAnd I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
XSo I hope that I get old before I die.
X@
XClear off the kitchen table darling, for on the kitchen table I must lie
XI'm just tired for my wife served the banquet of my life
XAnd I hope that I get old before I die.
X@
XI was trying to get somewhere but now I'm following
XThe traces of your fingernails that run along the windshield
XOn the boat of car.
X@
XI took this boat for a car -- I took that car for a ride.
X@
XI was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea
XI'd go to school each morning when it occurred to me
XThat life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see
XAnd this is what it said to me ...
X@
XMy room is comfortably small with rubber lining the walls
XAnd there's someone always calling my name.
X@
XHe calls when I'm alone and he calls when I'm not home
XAnd he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain.
X@
XI'm INSANE, I'm INSANE ...
X@
XAna Ng and I are getting old
XBut we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence.
X@
X"I don't want the world, I just want your half."
X@
XEverything sticks until it goes away
XAnd the truth is we don't know anything.
X@
XI'm going down to Cow Town, the cow's a friend to me
XLives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be
XBeneath the waves, the waves, and that's where I will be
XI'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea.
X@
XLie still, little bottle, shake my shaky hand
XBlack coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend.
X@
X"There is no time for metaphors," cried the little pill to me
XHe said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile."
X@
XSomebody put their fingers in the president's ears
XIt wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's Wax.
X@
XI remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba.
X@
XPurple Toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
XPurple Toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around.
X@
XChinese people were fighting in the park
XWe tried to help them fight, but no one appreciated that.
X@
XSomebody's reading your mind -- damned if you know who it is
XThey're digging through all of your files, stealing back your best ideas.
X@
X"This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium
X Don't wait a moment too soon
X Used to be different, now you're the same
X Yawn as your plane goes down in flames ..."
X@
XWhere your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves his broomstick arms
XAnd does a parody of each unconscious thing you do.
X@
XWhen you turn around to look it's gone behind you
XOn its face it's wearing your confused expression
XWhere your eyes don't go.
X@
XEvery jumbled pile of person has a thinking part
XThat wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of.
X@
XShould you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
XOr is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?
X@
XI find myself haunted by a spooky man named me
XI wish that I could jump out of my skin.
X@
XOnce a boy named Mister Me bemoaned a great regret:
X"I've floundered in the misty sea but can't abide its mystery
X I wound up sad you bet."
X@
XSo take the hand of Mister Me and, Mister, make him glad
XTo swim the Mister misty sea and cease the Mister mystery
XThat, Mister, made him sad.
X@
XAnd none who have witnessed all can think of a nobler cause
XThan perishing in The Pencil Rain.
X@
XCall the men of science and let them hear this song
XTell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong.
X@
XBeat up the cat if you want someone else on the mat
XI put the rock in the coffee in your coffee mug.
X@
XWhich one of us is the one we can't trust?
XYou say I think it's you but I don't agree with that.
X@
XWhy can't you be sensitive and good?
XWhy don't you want to be understood?
X@
XI've got a match, your embrace and my collapse.
X@
XI saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
XI wish he would go, he's breaking up my home!
X@
XGo find a man to fit my shoes!
XThe left one's old and the right one's new
XAnd I bought the right one just for you
XGo find a man to fit my shoes!
X@
XYou'll see my teeth in the stars above
XAnd every tree a finger of my glove
XAnd every time push comes to shove
XYou'll see my teeth in the stars above.
X@
XYou will miss me so ... you will miss me
XIt must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
XBut I look up and I don't see a cloud ...
X@
XLove sees love's happiness, but happiness can't see that love is sad.
X@
XDon't call me at work again, no no, the boss still hates me
XI'm just tired and I don't love you anymore
XAnd there's restaurant we should check out
XWhere the other nightmare people like to go -- I mean nice people
XBaby wait, I didn't mean to sound like that ...
X@
XHe wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
XPeople should get beat up for stating their beliefs
XHe wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
X'Cause he knows there's no such thing.
X@
XHe asks the girl if they can both sit in a chair
XBut he doesn't get nervous -- she's not really there!
X@
XTour the world in a heavy metal band
XBut they ran out of gas -- the plane can never land!
X@
XWhat's the sense in ever thinking 'bout the tomb
XWhen you're much too busy returning to the womb?
X@
XI like people, they're the ones who can't stand
XThey're the ones who can't stand.
X@
XI see smoke signals coming from them;
XThey say we are out of furniture.
X@
XYou made my day, now you have to sleep in it.
X@
XI love the world and if I have to sue for custody,
XThen I will sue for custody.
X@
XStand on your own head for a change
XGimme some skin to call my own.
X@
XAvalanche or roadblock, I was a snowball in Hell.
X@
XIf it wasn't for disappointment, I wouldn't have any appointments.
X@
XHave a nice day ...  You want it WHEN?
X@
XI built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
XCalled the blood of the exploited working class ...
X@
XAnd the world screams, "Kiss me, son of God!"
X@
XI destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
XBetween the only people left who even look me in the eye ...
X@
XNow I laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that I tortured
XAnd a world screams, "Kiss me, son of God"
X@
XI look like Jesus, so they say, but Mr. Jesus is very far away.
X@
XNow you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
XThat you love me and I love me.
X@
XWhy is the world in love again?  Why are we marching hand in hand?
XWhy are the ocean levels rising up?  It's a brand new record for 1990
XThey Might Be Giants' brand new album: Flood.
X@
XI'm your only friend, I'm not your only friend
XBut I'm a little glowing friend, but really I'm not actually your friend
XBut I am.
X@
XBlue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you
XMake a little birdhouse in your soul.
X@
XNot to put too fine a point on it: Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
XMake a little birdhouse in your soul.
X@
XWhile you're at it, keep the night light on inside the birdhouse in your soul.
X@
XBluebird of friendliness, like guardian angel, its always near.
X@
XThere's a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry
XWhich stood on rocky shores and kept our beaches shipwreck free
XThough I respect that a lot, I'd be fired if that were my job
XAfter killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts.
X@
XMy name is blue canary, one not spelled L-I-T-E.
X@
XI lost my lucky ball and chain, now she's four years gone
XShe's five feet tall and sick of me and all my rattling on.
X@
XConfidentially -- she never called me "Baby Doll"
XConfidentially -- I never had much pride
XBut now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two
XJust pondering this time bomb in my mind.
X@
XAs sure as you can't steer a train, you can't change your fate.
X@
XI can shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn't wrong
XBut what's the sense in arguing when you're all alone?
X@
XI just stood there whistling "There goes the bride" as she walked out the door.
X@
XThis is where the party ends
XI can't stand here listening to you and your racist friend.
X@
XI know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
XAnd your racist friend.
X@
XHe let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
XCan't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding.
X@
XIstanbul was Constantinople, now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
XBeen a long time gone, Constantinople
XNow a Turkish delight on a moonlight night.
X@
XEvery gal in Constantinople lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
XSo if you've a date in Constantinople, she'll be waiting in Istanbul.
X@
XEven old New York was once New Amsterdam
XWhy they changed it, I can't say
XPeople just liked it better that way!
X@
XWhy did Constantinople get the works?  That's nobody's business but the Turks.
X@
XI returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf
XBefore the expiration date.
X@
XI came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf
XBefore the date stamped on myself.
X@
XNow it's over, I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want.
XOr I am still alive and there's nothing I want to do.
X@
XI will never say the word "procrastinate" again
XI'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed.
X@
XI didn't apologize for when I was eight and I made my younger brother
XHave to be my personal slave.
X@
XParticle Man, Particle Man
XDoin' the things that a particle can
XWhat's he like?  It's not important
XParticle Man.
X@
XIs he a dot, or is he a speck?
XWhen he's underwater does he get wet?
XOr does the water get him instead?
XNobody knows, Particle Man.
X@
XTriangle Man, Triangle Man
XTriangle Man hates Particle Man
XThey have a fight, Triangle wins
XTriangle Man.
X@
XUniverse Man, Universe Man
XSize-of-the-Entire-Universe Man
XUsually kind to smaller man
XUniverse Man.
X@
XHe's got a watch with a minute hand
XMillenium hand, and an eon hand
XAnd when they meet, it's a happy land
XPowerful man, Universe Man.
X@
XPerson Man, Person Man
XHit on the head with a frying pan
XLives his life in a garbage can
XPerson Man.
X@
XIs he depressed, or is he a mess?
XDoes he feel totally worthless?
XWho came up with Person Man?
XDegraded Man, Person Man.
X@
XTriangle Man, Triangle Man
XTriangle Man hates Person Man
XThey have a fight, Triangle wins
XTriangle Man.
X@
XShe set your goldfish free and now she's sighing
XBlew out your pilot light and made a wish.
X@
XShe wants to see you again, she wants to see you again
XSlowly twisting in the wind.
XTwisting, twisting in the wind.
X@
XShe's not your satellite, she doesn't miss you
XSo turn off your smoke machine and Marshall stack.
X@
XShe doesn't have to have her db's record back now
XBut there's not a lot of things that she'll take back.
X@
XShe doesn't have to have her Young Fresh Fellows tape back
XBut there's not a lot of things that she'll take back.
X@
XMinimum wage ... YEAH!
X@
XI'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letterbox tomorrow
X'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know
X   She's my best friend, she's a sparrow
XAnd I'll never never know what you never never never want to know
X   When you know what you are, O.
X@
XMr. Horrible!  Mr. Horrible!  Telephone call for Mr. Horrible!
X@
XMr. Horrible says, "I don't mind,
X The thing that bothers me is someone keeps moving my chair."
X@
X"Is this Horrible?  Is this Horrible?  It's the ugliness men, Mr. Horrible
X We're just trying to bug you, we though our dreadfulness might be a thing
X to annoy you with."
X@
X"Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk
X Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed?"
X@
X"Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder of things we'll forget
X To do today otherwise, using a green magic marker, if it's alright,
X on the back of your head?"
X@
XEverybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
X@
XEverybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads.
X@
XWhere was I?  I forgot the point that I was making.
X@
XI said if I was smart that I would save up for a piece of string
XAnd a rock to wind the string around.
X@
XThrow the crib door wide, let the people crawl inside
XSomeone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down.
XThey want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around.
X@
XThrow the crib door wide, let the people crawl inside
XSomeone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down.
XThey want to stop the ones who want prosthetic foreheads on their heads.
X@
XThrow the crib door wide, let the people crawl inside
XSomeone in this town is trying to burn the foreheads down
XThey want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around.
X@
XMore coffee for me, Boss, 'cause I'm not as messed up as I'd like to be.
X@
XSome say the electric chair's not good enough for king-lazy-bones like myself.
X@
XA woman came up to me and said "I'd like to poison your mind
XWith wrong ideas that appeal to you though I am not unkind."
X@
XA man came up to me and said "I'd like to change your mind
XBy hitting it with a rock," he said, "though I am not unkind."
X@
XThere's only one thing that I know how to do well
XAnd I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well
XAnd that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself
XAnd so I'm having a wonderful time but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
X@
XI'm having a wonderful time but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
X@
XHot Cha, where are you?  Everybody's eyes are closed.
X@
XWe're in a road movie to Berlin, Can't drive out the way we drove in.
X@
XThey might be giants -- BOY!
X@
XThey might be rain, they might be heat
XThey might be frying up a stalk of wheat.
X@
XThey might be brain, they might be washed
XThey might be Dr. Spock's backup band.
X@
XThey might be bald, they might be snow
XThey might be something else in the snow.
X@
XThey might be fake, they might be lies
XThey might be big, big, fake, fake lies.
X@
XWe can't be silent because they might be giants
XAnd what are we gonna do unless they are?
X@
XTo make the merry-go-round go FASTER
XEveryone needs to hang on TIGHTER
XJust to keep from being THROWN TO THE WOLVES ...
X@
XTabloid footprints in your hair, tabloid footprints everywhere.
X@
XWhen the ship runs out of ocean, and the vessel runs aground
XThat's where we know the boat is found.
X@
XBut there's something beside the shoreline, coming up from the shipwreck
XMoving across the beachhead, making as if to say: Women & Men, Women & Men.
X@
XWomen & Men have crossed the ocean, they now begin to pour
XOut from the boat and up the shore
XTwo by two they enter the jungle and soon they number more
XThree by three as well as four by four.
X@
XBullets from a revolver, bullets from a gun.
XBullets through the atmosphere -- here they come.
X@
XSapphire bullets, bullets of pure love.
X@
XWe were once so close to heaven that Peter came out and gave us medals
XDeclaring us the nicest of the damned.
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   Encore Computer Corp. * Ft. Lauderdale, Florida * [phone] x 5208
Why did Constantinople get the works? Gung'f abobql'f ohfvarff ohg gur Ghexf.