We All Grow Older, But Must We Grow Forgetful, Too?

Ah, The Insignificance Song. It's on my regular morning playlist for the drive in to work...

(The Insignificance Song is taken from The Meaning of Life by Monty Python)

I hope you don't know that last remark through experience, now where did I put my brain?

Geez, I sure hope not, too!

Sorry, who are you and why are you following me?

Ummm...I was just wondering where you were leading me?

Good, that at least prove we are both getting old

Or at least easily cornfuzed... Don't know about you, but I am but a pup, myself!

Yeah, me too

Lets agree on we are easily confuzled

Right! Right! Yer bloody well right! Y'got a bloody right t'say!

Supertramp fan is my friend, just like eric clapton fans, peter gabriel fans, led zep.......ok I shut up now

Neil young fans too

Red means run, son!

Hahahahaha, I was just watching Forest Gump again, and this remark is even funnier with that film in the back ground.

Run forest, RUN and don't you stop!

ROFLOLUMBH

Neil Young (from the album Rust Never Sleeps):

"Powderfinger"

Look out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
look like they're here
to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone,
my brother's out hunting
in the mountains
Big John's been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand
felt reassurin'
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

I suppose an ambulance can only go so fast! Oh shit, wrong song.

I have always wondered just what in the ever-lovin' WORLD that song was supposed to be about. John and Emmy-Lou? Who the heck are/were they? Which river took her? Daddy and older brother off huntin' in the which mountains? Who's the man on the rail of that ship, and where's it from? What's all the shootin' about?

So many questions, so few answers...but it's still a way cool song...

His lyrics were always far out and way cool.

How about:

"Last Trip To Tulsa"

Well, I used to drive a cab,
you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were
two men eating pennies
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
the congregation running,
Why should I play the fool?

Well, I used to be a woman,
you know
I took you for a ride,
I let you fly my airplane
It looked good for your pride.
'Cause you're
the kind of man you know
Who likes what he says.
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head.
Well, the lady made the wedding
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.

Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
When you saw me on a corner
And told me I was jive.
So I unlocked your mind, you know
To see what I could see.
If you guarantee the postage,
I'll mail you back the key.
Well I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin' on my clothes.

Well, I used to be asleep
you know
With blankets on my bed.
I stayed there for a while
'Til they discovered I was dead.
The coroner was friendly
And I liked him quite a lot.
If I hadn't 've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught.
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said.

Well, I was driving
down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas.
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask.
The servicemen were yellow
And the gasoline was green.
Although I knew I couldn't
I thought that I was gonna scream.
That was on my last trip to Tulsa
Just before the snow.
If you ever need a ride there,
Be sure to let me know.

I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me swing the axe.
I said: No, it's
not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
I said: No, it's
not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree

And it landed on his back.

He must have been smoking the wrong shit there I reckon

"He must have been smoking the wrong shit there I reckon"

Yeah, buddy! Labrador...

Had I told you I once lived in Tulsa? Met EnviroMrs there!

Don't tell me you met her just before the snow....

Or was she one of the indians trying on your clothes?

No, she was the one who said "Let's get on with this thing", but it was in December, just before the snow...

Does she still live on Tulsa time?

LOL! Love that song - no, we're both livin' on Florida time these days. More like:

FLORIDAYS
Jimmy Buffett

I come from where the rivers meet the sea
That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
I was early into crazy ways
My folks said, "It's just a phase"
They were hoping for better days

Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'em down, pass 'em around
It's the gospel from the coast
Reflections, not just replays
Takin' time to escape the maze
Lookin' for better days

I spent a year of my life one night
On the beaches in old Beirut
Seems that all they're aimin' for there
Is to hang around and shoot
Each others' lives away
Bloody winds on a distant bay
they're lookin' for better days

Looking to the left, looking to the right
Looking to the stars to shed some light
Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
Hopin' for the give without the take

The dreamers line the state road
Just to watch the runway show
Slouched behind their steering wheels
They just watch the big jets go
Streakin' through the morning haze
Focal point of a distant gaze
Lookin' for better days

Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
Are worshipping the sun
On the corner of "walk" and "don't walk"
Somewhere on US 1

I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days

I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
Lookin' for Floridays

Better days, better days
Everybody's lookin' for better days
Somewhere beneath the shining star
Better days, won't you take me to better days
Better days, I sure could use a few better days
Floridays

Very good, I will try to remember that one for when I am getting much olde.........what was I talking about?

It's sad but right, new generations will not use mind because of technology ...I am not pretty sure progress is ever useful: sometimes it is harmful!!!

Gwendolyn Boylan saved a square foot of rainforest by sending this Care2 ecard.

I suppose that does not count anymore now you have posted it on this public forum.

The carbon footprint grows every hour by a factor 12 I think the way this thread is read.

Thanks for the nice card thoug "UNCLE BRUCE" , many years to you in good health.