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From: LowRider44M on 11 Jul 2010 16:45
The Myth & The Reality
Long Live The Pharaoh

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afX6VYn48KE&feature=related
From: Pontifex Minimus on 11 Jul 2010 17:39
On Jul 11, 1:45 pm, LowRider44M wrote:
> The Myth & The Reality
> Long Live The Pharaoh
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afX6VYn48KE&feature=related

!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!
i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!

Artist: The Flobots lyrics
Title: Handlebars
Lyrics to Handlebars :

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed of their lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!
i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!

'Re-engineering A MuLtIvErSe
Requires Whole Lotta Songs!'
--AMON
From: Moon Monolith on 11 Jul 2010 18:17
On Jul 11, 2:39 pm, Pontifex Minimus <maxpontifex(a)yahoo.it> wrote:
>
> On Jul 11, 1:45 pm, LowRider44M wrote:
> > The Myth & The Reality
> > Long Live The Pharaoh
> >
> > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afX6VYn48KE&feature=related
>
> !i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!
>
> Artist: The Flobots
> Title: Handlebars
> Lyrics to Handlebars :
>
> I can ride my bike with no handlebars
> No handlebars
> No handlebars
>
> I can ride my bike with no handlebars
> No handlebars
> No handlebars
>
> Look at me, look at me
> hands in the air like it's good to be
> ALIVE
> and I'm a famous rapper
> even when the paths're all crookedy
> I can show you how to do-si-do
> I can show you how to scratch a record
> I can take apart the remote control
> And I can almost put it back together
> I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
> I can tell you about Leif Ericson
> I know all the words to "De Colores"
> And "I'm Proud to be an American"
> Me and my friend saw a platypus
> Me and my friend made a comic book
> And guess how long it took
> I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
>
> I can keep rhythm with no metronome
> No metronome
> No metronome
>
> I can see your face on the telephone
> On the telephone
> On the telephone
>
> Look at me
> Look at me
> Just called to say that it's good to be
> ALIVE
> In such a small world
> All curled up with a book to read
> I can make money open up a thrift store
> I can make a living off a magazine
> I can design an engine sixty four
> Miles to a gallon of gasoline
> I can make new antibiotics
> I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
> I know how to run a business
> And I can make you wanna buy a product
> Movers shakers and producers
> Me and my friends understand the future
> I see the strings that control the systems
> I can do anything with no assistance
> I can lead a nation with a microphone
> With a microphone
> With a microphone
> I can split the atoms of a molecule
> Of a molecule
> Of a molecule
>
> Look at me
> Look at me
> Driving and I won't stop
> And it feels so good to be
> Alive and on top
> My reach is global
> My tower secure
> My cause is noble
> My power is pure
> I can hand out a million vaccinations
> Or let'em all die in exasperation
> Have'em all healed of their lacerations
> Have'em all killed by assassination
> I can make anybody go to prison
> Just because I don't like'em and
> I can do anything with no permission
> I have it all under my command
> I can guide a missile by satellite
> By satellite
> By satellite
> and I can hit a target through a telescope
> Through a telescope
> Through a telescope
> and I can end the planet in a holocaust
> In a holocaust
> In a holocaust
> In a holocaust
> In a holocaust
> In a holocaust
>
> I can ride my bike with no handlebars
> No handle bars
> No handlebars
>
> I can ride my bike with no handlebars
> No handlebars
> No handlebars
>
> !i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!
>
> 'Re-engineering A MuLtIvErSe
> Requires Whole Lotta Songs!'
> --AMON


And, speaking of the late, great, Tiger Woods...
[...]
The practice reminded me of Gregorian chants and
similar religious music. There was a regenerative
power in its plain repetitions, a movement toward
something timeless. "Perfect music contains the
maximum amount of monotony that is bearable,"
wrote Simone Weil. Her sentence made more and more
sense to me as the day unfolded.
Every hole provided opportunities for shots that
were specially shaped, including fades and draws,
slices and punch hooks, and airplane shots that
fly low before rising to clear an obstacle.
Practicing these hour by hour, my connection with
the ball in flight grew steadier, closer, and
stronger, stretching the mysterious envelope that
passes beyond our flesh. My round with Shivas Irons
had shown me the power of this extrasomatic reach,
and letters from readers had confirmed it.
Drawing on Native American lore, the
parapsychologist William Roll had called it an
aspect of the "long body." With each curving
journey of the ball, this "inner body," "long body,"
or "subtle flesh" came into higher definition.
Toward the end of the day, as it became more dense
and elastic at once, I remembered Shivas Irons
saying that when it "locked in" one could hit ball
after ball not twenty feet from the pin as ordinary
shot-mastery would dictate but "three feet, one
foot, two inches away on hole after hole beyond all
probabilities, beyond the ordinary powers of the
brain and the ordinary laws o'physics. Someday,
ye'll see it on television, and the whole world'll
go 'Aha!'" On this day I vividly saw what he meant.
More than ever before, I learned that golf is an
exercise of "imagination with hands." And with
this stretching of the "inner" or "long body"
there was a subtler process still. At first it
resembled a bubble bath in something like ginger
ale; later, it felt like actual nourishment from
my body's secret reserves; but by the time the
round was done, it seemed more than anything else
as if some invisible substance was forming inside
me. In certain schools of Taoism, Sufism, and
other sacred traditions, it is said that humans
can give birth to a body of "spirit-matter."
At certain moments, especially when my focus held
for every part of my swing, it seemed that the
process was starting in me. [...] --Michael Murphy
http://www.esalen.org/air/essays/shivas_irons.html
From: LowRider44M on 12 Jul 2010 03:02


The Weatherman & The Black Panthers have rightfully
earned their chance to exterminate humanity just like every other
political organizations that came before them. Sheeeze grow up!




From: Jeremy H. Donovan on 12 Jul 2010 19:22
On Jul 11, 1:45 pm, LowRider44M <intraph...(a)hotmail.com> wrote:
> The Myth & The Reality
> Long Live The Pharaoh
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afX6VYn48KE&feature=related

People jump on 'The Giant Slippery Slope Super Slide' and go wheeee,
at the bottom sliding into the yellow and red painted flame pit
labeled 'THE HOLOCAUST'. Then they pick up their mats and climb back
up for another ride.

In other words, the song is really good when considered as a general
warning for us to be very careful to take full responsibility for our
expanded human capabilities. And the song is completely crappy if
taken as a specific politicized 'Final Ride' down 'The Giant Slippery
Slope Super Slide to THE HOLOCAUST'.
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