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[title] => not Another Brick In The Wall: (the Great American Success Story)
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[hometext] => similar to the last couple I have posted. This one was written using songs title by Pink Floyd and Alice Cooper
[bodytext] => Any Colour You Like...baby?
only Roses On White Lace
while Two Suns In The Sunset upon each other rest
for Love Is A Loaded Gun
so come and Walk With Me Sydney
with you just outside my reach forever Caught In A Dream
Eyes To Pearls; Empty Spaces
Im Always Chasing Rainbows
as upon deaf ears always asking, “Is There Anybody Out There”?
Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast on the menu at Tiffany’s
embellished For Britain Only an Unfinished Sweet
for it/'/s in Autumn ‘68
Corporal Clegg and The Dogs Of War
silently marched through Dragontown stepping over the Dead Babies
whispering Goodbye Blue Sky; welcome to Childhood’s End
un-Comfortably Numb; so be Careful With That Axe Eugene
Seven and Seven Is; a Simple Disobedience
as over the loud speaker is heard “Come In Number 51, Your Time Is Up”
thru the mind’s eye Behold The Temple Of Light
a soul that Might As Well Be On Mars
caught up in an Interstellar Overdrive
infinite Echoes; Coming Back To Life and…
…whether to the bottom of a grave or a bottle; its only 10 Minutes Before The Worm
while Burning Bridges every second that i Breathe
masked and parading through The Grand Vizier’s Garden Party
Clones (We’re All), Billion Dollar Babies
singing praises under the full Eclipse at Grantchester Meadows in perfect unison
Absolutely Curtains, Arnold Layne
and welcome to Disgraceland, elvis’ twin brother’s home away from home
while Biding My Time, Cymbaline for it’s a Great Day For Freedom
two brothers like Apples and Oranges in Summer ‘68
one was a Crazy Little Child yelling Give The Radio Back!
while the other sang a Country Song mixed with the Blues
it’s Dangerous Tonight with Dirty Dreams…Cleansed By Fire
with you breaking the silence yelling Hallowed Be My Name
so chill out and Have A Cigar, this is The Gunner’s Dream
Cirrus Minor, Fat Old Sun…always shining bright
afraid, Cant Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me while they yell Feed My Frankenstein
as Paranoid Eyes…Stay fixed on The Great Gig In the Sky with High Hopes
Candy And A Currant Bun
for sugar is my Poison, my Novocaine
so Point Me At The Sky for i am heaven bound
Remember A Day, or just Remember Me
a Fantasy Man of a Generation Landslide
Calling to a Flaming – Butterfly at The Fletcher Memorial Home
The Final Cut so Run Like Hell little Embryo
thank you Nurse Rozetta, welcome the child to the Department Of Youth
and The Labyrinths of Auximines
with the extinction of a Soundscape outside the wall silence spoke Louder Than Words
where in this place no one is an person and they look at you as Public Animal #9
and those feral stares have replaced The Lost Art Of Communication
Scream Thy Last Scream, its just The Post War Dream
dear self, lets just say that its Hell Living Without You
welcome to Nirvana as i set in place The Last Few Bricks
2017
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not Another Brick In The Wall: (the Great American Success Story)
Contributed by
ingeniusidiot
on
Friday, 1st September 2017 @ 12:33:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Any Colour You Like...baby?
only Roses On White Lace
while Two Suns In The Sunset upon each other rest
for Love Is A Loaded Gun
so come and Walk With Me Sydney
with you just outside my reach forever Caught In A Dream
Eyes To Pearls; Empty Spaces
Im Always Chasing Rainbows
as upon deaf ears always asking, “Is There Anybody Out There”?
Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast on the menu at Tiffany’s
embellished For Britain Only an Unfinished Sweet
for it/'/s in Autumn ‘68
Corporal Clegg and The Dogs Of War
silently marched through Dragontown stepping over the Dead Babies
whispering Goodbye Blue Sky; welcome to Childhood’s End
un-Comfortably Numb; so be Careful With That Axe Eugene
Seven and Seven Is; a Simple Disobedience
as over the loud speaker is heard “Come In Number 51, Your Time Is Up”
thru the mind’s eye Behold The Temple Of Light
a soul that Might As Well Be On Mars
caught up in an Interstellar Overdrive
infinite Echoes; Coming Back To Life and…
…whether to the bottom of a grave or a bottle; its only 10 Minutes Before The Worm
while Burning Bridges every second that i Breathe
masked and parading through The Grand Vizier’s Garden Party
Clones (We’re All), Billion Dollar Babies
singing praises under the full Eclipse at Grantchester Meadows in perfect unison
Absolutely Curtains, Arnold Layne
and welcome to Disgraceland, elvis’ twin brother’s home away from home
while Biding My Time, Cymbaline for it’s a Great Day For Freedom
two brothers like Apples and Oranges in Summer ‘68
one was a Crazy Little Child yelling Give The Radio Back!
while the other sang a Country Song mixed with the Blues
it’s Dangerous Tonight with Dirty Dreams…Cleansed By Fire
with you breaking the silence yelling Hallowed Be My Name
so chill out and Have A Cigar, this is The Gunner’s Dream
Cirrus Minor, Fat Old Sun…always shining bright
afraid, Cant Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me while they yell Feed My Frankenstein
as Paranoid Eyes…Stay fixed on The Great Gig In the Sky with High Hopes
Candy And A Currant Bun
for sugar is my Poison, my Novocaine
so Point Me At The Sky for i am heaven bound
Remember A Day, or just Remember Me
a Fantasy Man of a Generation Landslide
Calling to a Flaming – Butterfly at The Fletcher Memorial Home
The Final Cut so Run Like Hell little Embryo
thank you Nurse Rozetta, welcome the child to the Department Of Youth
and The Labyrinths of Auximines
with the extinction of a Soundscape outside the wall silence spoke Louder Than Words
where in this place no one is an person and they look at you as Public Animal #9
and those feral stares have replaced The Lost Art Of Communication
Scream Thy Last Scream, its just The Post War Dream
dear self, lets just say that its Hell Living Without You
welcome to Nirvana as i set in place The Last Few Bricks
2017
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Re: not Another Brick In The Wall: (the Great American Success Story)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 1st September 2017 @ 07:28:26 PM AEST (User
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this is a very interesting compilation, and how would the two countries deal with the post war, these two,
Alice, and Floyd.
the racial riots, the wrongs,
the illustrations and frustrations,
all after a brief and momentary,
happy time that seemed so monotone
that was destined to say good bye
as it needed to do
here comes Nuclear Weapons
here comes power vacuum/'/s
here comes Vietnam
the slap across the face
the sadness in all the madness
regarding the fight for human
rights
The Wall only partly fell
away, then it was patched
back up, in a slow decades
long facade
words are little pieces of music
or music is based upon little
pieces of thought
in a place
or not in a place
free and safe
or not feeling too
much of anything
at all.
Thank you for making me go back
and listen to both artists, and this one,
needs to be reread more than a few times
because I can see quite easily that
it has something important to say
Great write!
Peace!
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Re: not Another Brick In The Wall: (the Great American Success Story)
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Saturday, 9th September 2017 @ 01:59:59 AM AEST (User
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I am woefully ignorant of Alice Cooper and Pink Floyd...it missed my generation. I DO appreciate the choreography it took to assemble all these songs into a poem thread! And I am certain you are bringing back memories for many! Well done.
Nostalgia is the rock we cling to as our accomplishments become obsolete to the next generation.
Trust me, some of us are rowing as fast as we can, but will never again be in the forefront! (My Pink Floyd was Frank Sinatra! softerware |
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