The Lyric Chain

[Griffin NoName]

Yes and I was amazed I got away with "it" - so I couldn't report your post for the "And".

Has anyone ever clicked on the moderator button?

[beagle]

It doesn't do anything. It's an instrument of state control intended merely to instill fear in the lower classes and shore up a bourgeois morality. Or it may ring a bell in MB's house. Not sure.

[Griffin NoName]

I tend to read the text by the button as an order. But I can't afford the plane fare.

[Swatopluk]

Replies using the same word as the previous has become not that uncommon here.
Until now I successfully fought the temptation to reply with a non-English song that contains just one English word, the one that connects it to the earlier 

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.

[Griffin NoName]

Replies using the same word as the previous has become not that uncommon here.
Until now I successfully fought the temptation to reply with a non-English song that contains just one English word, the one that connects it to the earlier 

I admire your self-control

Is there a word/term for the belief that Moderators do not exist?

Perhaps this thread should now be called the Lyric Train as the rules appear to be the same as those for Mornington Crescent. 

[beagle]

Immoderate?


Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

The Doors - Riders on the Storm

[Swatopluk]

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
   Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim.
As should be a-lyin' in the graveyard.
   Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in the graveyard.'

'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
   Tinbone! Skinbone!
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'

Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
   Rover! Trover!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'

'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
   Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
   Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
   Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
   Doner! Boner!
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!

   -- J. R. R. Tolkien

[beagle]

(Did Tolkien really use words like "boner"? Possibly there has been a subtle change of meaning over the last century).



How to fight the loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth till meaningless
And sharpen them with lies

And whatever is going down
Will follow you around
That's how you fight loneliness

You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke

And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you'll ever need
That's how you fight it

Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time


Wilco - How to Fight the Loneliness

[Swatopluk]

My lullaby,hung out to dry
Whats up with that
Its over
Where are you dad
Mums lookin sad
Whats up with that
Its dark in here

Why bleeding is breathing
Youre hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try , bleeding is believing
I used to

My mouth is dry
Forgot how to cry
Whats up with that
Youre hurting me
Im running fast
Cant hide the past
Whats up with that
Youre pushing me

Why , bleeding is breathing
Youre hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try , bleeding is believing
I used to
I used to

Why , bleeding is breathing
Youre hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try , bleeding is breathing
I saw you crawling on the floor

Why , bleeding is breathing
Youre hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try , bleeding is breathing
I saw you crawling to the door

Why , bleeding is breathing
Youre hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try , bleeding is breathing
I saw you falling on the floor

Natalie Imbruglia - Smoke

[beagle]

When the winter rains
come pourin' down
On that new home of mine,
Will you think of me
and wonder if I'm fine?
Will your restless heart
come back to mine
On a journey thru the past.
Will I still be in your eyes
and on your mind?

Now I'm going back to Canada
On a journey thru the past
And I won't be back
till February comes
I will stay with you
if you'll stay with me,
Said the fiddler to the drum,
And we'll keep good time
on a journey thru the past.

When the winter rains
come pourin' down
On that new home of mine,
Will I still be in your eyes
and on your mind?
Will I still be in your eyes
and on your mind?

Neil Young - Journey Through the Past

[Swatopluk]

Enya - Long Long Journey

City lights shine on the harbour,
night has fallen down,
through the darkness
and the shadow
I will still go on.

Long, long journey
through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles
across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Where the road
runs through the valley,
where the river flows,
I will follow every highway
to the place I know.

Long, long journey
through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles
across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Long, long journey
out of nowhere,
long, long way to go;
but what are sighs
and what is sadness
to the heart that's coming home?

(repeat)

Iirc I cthulhufied this

[beagle]

So my baby's on the road
Doing business, selling loads
Charming everyone there
With the sweetest smile

Oh tonight, I miss you
Oh tonight, I wish you
Could be here with me
But - I won't see you
Till you've made it back again
Home and dry
Home and dry

There's a plane at JFK
To fly you back, from far away
All those dark, and frantic
Transatlantic miles

Oh tonight, I miss you
Oh tonight, I wish you
Could be here with me
But - I won't see you
Till you've made it back again
Home and dry
Home and dry

Far away
Through night and day
You fly long haul, tonight
Come to me
You know, I'll be here
When you call tonight

Oh tonight, I miss you
Oh tonight, I wish you
Could be here with me
But - I won't see you
Till you've made it back again
Home and dry
Home and dry

Home and dry
Home and dry


Pet Shop Boys - Home and dry

(I think that video's great )

[Swatopluk]

Going home, going home
I'm just going home
Quiet light, some still day
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more
Mother's there expecting me
Father's waiting, too
Lots of folk gathered there
All the friends I knew
All the friends I knew
I'm going home
Nothing's lost, all's gain
No more fret nor pain
No more stumbling on the way
No more longing for the day
Going to roam no more
Morning star lights the way
Restless dream all done
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life begun
There's no break, there's no end
Just a living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on
Going home, going home
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
I am going home
I'm just going home
Going home, going home
[Repeat]

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[beagle]

Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Shakespeare - Funeral song from Cymbeline

[Bruder Cuzzen]

After all this time , I still haven't been able to discern how this game is played .
I imagine the highlighted words have some sort of connection but I'm not noticing any relationships , and haven't been able to locate the original post(s) over there .

How does this game progress anyway ?