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Lucid tentacles test and sleeved And joined, and jointed, jade pointed diamond back patterns Neon meate dream of a octafish Artifact on rose petals And flesh petals in pots

Perhaps, for a change, something from outside the mainstream. Here are "Uni and the Urchins". The only band member with some possible name recognition is on bass, Charlotte Kemp Muhl, Sean Lennon's girlfriend and memberb of GOASTT.

As he fired up the drum machine He stole a glance at the empty seats He took a minute to retune his guitar As the hour grew late I wanna send this out to Richie Vey In his thrift-store corner of the world His soul is my cheap laugh As the hour grows late

A great Welsh band, Man, here with a bit of a help of Californian John Cipollina (Quicksilver Messenger Service)

I really liked this recipe https://www.seriouseats.com/roasted-radishes-butter-herbs-recipe

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way So, take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks

Brown shoes don't make it Brown shoes don't make it Quit school, why fake it? Brown shoes don't make it TV dinner by the pool Watch your brother grow a beard Got another year of school You're okay but he's too weird

Laurie Anderson's masterpiece...

As I was walking down the street one day A man came up to me and asked me What the time was that was on my watch Yeah, and I said does anybody really know what time it is? (Care) does anybody really care? (About time) you know, I can't imagine why (Oh no, no) we've all got time enough to cry

If I may go back to music...

I was dreaming of the past And my heart was beating fast I began to lose control I began to lose control I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh my I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair When the saved diverse shall gather over on the other shore And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

Jeff VanderMeers "Southern Reach" tetralogy, classified by some as "Weird Fiction" (it is actually much more SF than Fantasy). The first part, "Annihilation", was excellent (the 2018 movie is also highly recommended), parts two, "Authority", and three, "Acceptance", were very good, but IMHO did not reach the standards of "Annihilation". However, in the very recent (and by most readers and critics, unexpected) forth part, "Absolution", VanderMeer is again at his best.

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms So hold me, Mom, in your long arms In your automatic arms, your electronic arms In your arms So hold me, Mom, in your long arms Your petrochemical arms, your military arms In your electronic arms (Ah, ah-ah)

Same problem here. My wife is a biochemistry professor with several grants, and when somebody gets a cold, the first thing she does is getting out the echinacea which is not supported by science.

On Tuesday Garth Hudson, the last surviving member of The Band (who also happened to be the oldest), died. Garth (at age 80) on piano.., ...and a much younger Garth on sax... ...and accordion.

Another example that even the best can produce a stinker (although I do not think it hurt their career): "Ob-la-di, ob-la-da" by you-know-who.

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We're so sorry, uncle Albert But we haven't done a bloody thing all day We're so sorry, uncle Albert But the kettle's on the boil And we're so easily called away Hands across the water, water Heads across the sky Hands across the water, water Heads across the sky

We were the war children 1945 When all the soldiers came marching home Love looks in their eyes, in their eyes Tennessee, Tennessee Williams Oh, let your inspiration flow Let it be around when we hear the sound Of the springtime rivers flow, rivers flow

In this approximately infinite universe I know a girl who's in constant hell No love or pill could keep her cool Cause there's a thousand holes in her heart

I went out one morning took some air by the sea Looked for my little girl but she was nowhere A painted pony rides into the sea I wonder if my girl ever think of me Love is a funny thing it comes and goes

Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill sees the Sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round

40, 000 headmen, they couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind I know just where my feet should go and that's enough for me So I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea Heading down the road Heading down the road Rolling and rumbling Rolling and rumbling Rolling and rumbling With 40, 000 headmen on my tail 40, 000 headmen on my tail Thank you

Part, part, I said part Part company made her men disappear Cut my swath and spread my fear Before we'd met, I hadn't wiped my feet Seen myself naked or, part company