Two thirds of the year gone

[CaptainWacky]

NOW do you see?!?

 

[Yub]

See what?

 

[CaptainWacky]

one day you shall...

 

[Cassie]

I see time disappearing every day. BLINK and a whole week has passed.

 

[CaptainWacky]

Why aren't we doing anything about it.

 

[Cassie]

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP TIME.

 

[Mentalist]

I do. But I'm hoarding the information for my own nefarious needs.

 

[Cassie]

We will send the ticklers after you!

 

[Dr Dave]

The year shall soon be over...

THEN WHAT?

Another year, more time to tick away like a cut that wont stop bleeding.

 

[Lord Waffles]

Every year is getting shorter,never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone,the song is over,thought I'd something more to say

 

[CaptainWacky]

DUST IN THE WIND

 

[Fuddlemiff]

I meant to finish my brand spanking new website by now. God I'm lazy.

 

[Grammour Boy]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

!

 

[Fuddlemiff]

Well that was depressing.

 

[curiousa2z]

good poetry, though, I've always loved the imagery:

"hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way" and "the tolling of the iron bell calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spells" were two of my favourites.

 

[curiousa2z]

actually the whole album was pretty wonderful.

 

[Fuddlemiff]

Yes, certainly very well written. That's why it's depressing. If it was written badly then it wouldn't be effective at all.

 

[curiousa2z]

I meant: theriffsaregoodtoo!

the topic of the rapid advancement of time as I percieve it is now more shocking than depressing.



wot're those other lines from another famous song about time?

time is fleeting
madness takes its toll!

 

[CaptainWacky]

TIMEhfg

 

[Cassie]

I used to get incredibly stoned and listen to that album. GOD I WISH I STILL SMOKED THE WEED.