Have you ever experienced a "What the hell was that all about" moment?
Every morning when I switch on televion and Bush is yacking on I get one of these very moments.
I'm like that kid in the Exorcist. My head starts spinning around and I start mumbling incoherently.
But not only politicians do this to me.
I once heard a reporter saying: "If you destroy the profit margin on drugs, nobody will want to sell it anymore."
And another journalist retorted: "That's not going to stop the indigo though, is it."
My head imploded, I had visions of Lewis Black shouting: "...and that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life..." and I started shuddering from the impact of this "What the hell was that all about" moment.
So, I was sitting in the car this morning. I was actually quite happy, albeit very tired. I was dreaming of somethings that are going to happen, sighing at the thought of some things which have been and was generally pondering why I was driving with the window open when it was -2 degrees outside....
And when I realised that driving with the window open wasn't doing much for my cold feet, I closed it and suddenly, as if a knifed killer had stumbled through my bedroom door, I could hear the radio.
Two things have amazed me since time, or my time, began:
1. You can't hear a car radio, no matter how hard you put it, when you're driving 160 km's an hour.
2. You can't catch a cold from a draft.
On the radio however this song was playing:
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
My anus retracted, my head started banging against the steering wheel and it cost me all my energy to re-open the bloody car window.
What is it all about?
And with the wind blowing through my hair. Or...
With the wind blowing through what's left of my hair, to be more precise...
I contemplated these lyrics.
Fandango = a dance of sorts.
The Miller's tale = a story by Chaucer (who was excellently, although spoofily portraid in "a knight's tale" to great amusement to all who have seen it.... "I'll fong you Chaucer, I will." )
Vestel virgins = no bloody idea, but it sounds rather good.
What does it all mean?
Poetic as it is, and phenomenal the music, I believe that it's a song about a man who's drunk.
A man who's drunk, latches on to a woman and even though she wants him, he can't figure a way to seduce her.
If this is right, does this have a moral to it? Like: Don't drink, 'cause you won't be able to pull anything other than flowers?
What else could it mean.
My brain is still popping like the bottle of champaign I'm just about to absorb.
there's another verse to this song that is'nt played on the radio anymore :
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it’s queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
Originally posted by NyxieActually, there are two more verses to this song:
there's another verse to this song that is'nt played on the radio anymore :
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it’s queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
But I've never heard them on the radio or where-ever.
Thank God. I don't know what those would done to me!
Originally posted by shavixmirYou're right sorry I was operating mostly on memory.
Actually, there are two more verses to this song:
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though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Nep ...[text shortened]... ever.
Thank God. I don't know what those would done to me!
It's a beautiful song.
http://sights.seindal.dk/sight/318_Vestal_Virgins.html
Originally posted by shavixmirFrom: http://sights.seindal.dk/sight/318_Vestal_Virgins.html
Have you ever experienced a "What the hell was that all about" moment?
Every morning when I switch on televion and Bush is yacking on I get one of these very moments.
I'm like that kid in the Exorcist. My head starts spinning around and I start mumbling incoherently.
But not only politicians do this to me.
I once heard a reporter saying: "If ...[text shortened]... d it mean.
My brain is still popping like the bottle of champaign I'm just about to absorb.
The Vestal Virgins were the priestesses of Vesta in charge of maintaining the sacred fire within the Temple of Vesta on the Forum Romanum. They were the only female priests within the roman religious system.
The vestal virgins were selected from distinguished patrician families at an age from three to ten. A vestal virgin served thirty years. The first ten years as novices, then ten years as vestal virgins proper, and at last ten years as supervisors. After the thirty years of duty they were free, also to marry. Marrying a former vestal virgin was highly prestigious.
The order of the vestal virgins were led by the senior member, the Virgo Vestalis Maxima. The vestal virgins were under the protection of the pontifex maximus.
The vestals vowed to live in chastity for the thirty years their tenure lasted. As compensation they had many privileges not given to ordinary Roman women. The vestals were not subject to the pater potestas of their father, they could handle their own property and write a legally binding testament, they had special seats in the front row at the games where women normally were relegated to the back seats and they were allowed to move around in the city in a carriage. Their persons were inviolable and sacred and their blood could not be spilt. If a person sentenced to death, met a vestal virgin on his way to the execution, he was automatically pardoned.
The punishment for breaking the vow of chastity was death by burial alive—the only way to kill a vestal without shedding her blood—in a place known as the "Evil Fields", or Campus Sceleratus, just outside the Servian Wall. Their lover would be flogged to death on the Comitium. The execution of one or more vestal virgins were carried out several times, but very infrequently.
The vestal virgins lived in the House of the Vestal Virgins on the Forum Romanum, near the Temple of Vesta.
The order of the vestals was disbanded in 394 CE, when non-Christian cults were banned.
how is this for lyrics? taken from the hunky dory album.
Quicksand
(David Bowie)
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their target
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the Viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of Man?
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next Bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with deaths release
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with deaths release