I'm never gonna dance again...

Seitse

Doug Stanhope

Culture

08 Mar 08

Seitse

Doug Stanhope

That's Why I Drink

Joined: 01 Jan 06
Moves: 33672

08 Mar 08

... guilty feet have got no rhythm

Is it my imagination, or isn't this the best piece of poetry written in
the English language for the whole XX and XXI century?

coquette

Already mated

Omaha, Nebraska, USA

Joined: 04 Jul 06
Moves: 1121297

09 Mar 08

Originally posted by Seitse
... guilty feet have got no rhythm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQtlrBziyzI

Is it my imagination, or isn't this the [b]best piece of poetry written in
the English language for the whole XX and XXI century?[/b]

you are right, you aren't imagining it, it isn't

Seitse

Doug Stanhope

That's Why I Drink

Joined: 01 Jan 06
Moves: 33672

09 Mar 08

Originally posted by coquette
you are right, you aren't imagining it, it isn't

Ignorant!

George Michael is the contemporary T.S. Elliot !

Behold!

yo its me

Yo! Its been

Me, all along

Joined: 14 Jan 07
Moves: 64339

09 Mar 08

Originally posted by Seitse
George Michael is the contemporary T.S. Elliot !

Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend. G Michael

Seitse

Doug Stanhope

That's Why I Drink

Joined: 01 Jan 06
Moves: 33672

09 Mar 08

You are my new e-rainbow friend.

Hug me.

yo its me

Yo! Its been

Me, all along

Joined: 14 Jan 07
Moves: 64339

09 Mar 08

Originally posted by Seitse
You are my new e-rainbow friend.

Hug me.

There's nothing rainbow about me 😉

So dear friends your love has gone
Only tears to dwell upon
I dare not say as the wind must blow
So a love is lost, a love is won
Go to sleep and dream again
Soon your hopes will rise aand then
From all this gloom life can start anew
And there'll be no crying soon. 'Dear freinds by G. Michael

I don't think he beats yeats though.

Seitse

Doug Stanhope

That's Why I Drink

Joined: 01 Jan 06
Moves: 33672

09 Mar 08

Originally posted by yo its me
There's nothing rainbow about me 😉

That's what they all say.

Next thing you know, you're living in San Francisco, listening to Keane, and drinking Perrier.