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tags limited to 100 75 entries! lame. will have to keep track and do something like gripe3, gripe4.

except i should probably stop griping, and start having fluffy pleasantness5, fluffy pleasantness6
jodawi: (Default)
tags limited to 100 75 entries! lame. will have to keep track and do something like gripe3, gripe4.

except i should probably stop griping, and start having fluffy pleasantness5, fluffy pleasantness6

Time

Jun. 18th, 2005 12:24 am
jodawi: (persistence of nanowrimo)
I don't think I've ever read a satisfactory time travel story, and I'm tired of lame uses of the butterfly effect where the effect only changes things the author wants to change while leaving other things magically unchanged.

Also, is it a sign of a midlife crisis if this keeps going through my head?:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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 it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're 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 nought,
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

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

Time

Jun. 18th, 2005 12:24 am
jodawi: (persistence of nanowrimo)
I don't think I've ever read a satisfactory time travel story, and I'm tired of lame uses of the butterfly effect where the effect only changes things the author wants to change while leaving other things magically unchanged.

Also, is it a sign of a midlife crisis if this keeps going through my head?:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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 it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're 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 nought,
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

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

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