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@clousems
Hints:

It is from between (1950-1980)
At the time, it was very mainstream.
Been covered by many bands.

☮️ ❤️ and... I don't know... something about Mary

@clousems Hints: It is from between (1950-1980) At the time, it was very mainstream. Been covered by many bands. ☮️ ❤️ and... I don't know... something about Mary

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived...

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived...

#11: I think it's a Beatles song, but I'm not sure which one.

While I'm posting, here's another odd stanza:

"Time, time, time again
I'm just looking for a friend
But no one seems to be around
Just this monkey that I've found
Still he is my only friend
And tonight he grins again"
-Savatage, Tonight he Grins Again

Who else thinks more rock operas need to mention hobo monkeys?

#11: I think it's a Beatles song, but I'm not sure which one. While I'm posting, here's another odd stanza: "Time, time, time again I'm just looking for a friend But no one seems to be around Just this monkey that I've found Still he is my only friend And tonight he grins again" -Savatage, Tonight he Grins Again Who else thinks more rock operas need to mention hobo monkeys?

im blue if i were green i would die, if i were green i would die

im blue if i were green i would die, if i were green i would die

@Darksouls But you're dark ... it's in the name.
So then it actually should be this:
I'm gray, if I were green one could eat me, if I were blue one could drink me (:)

@Darksouls But you're dark ... it's in the name. So then it actually should be this: I'm gray, if I were green one could eat me, if I were blue one could drink me (:)

"Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse, naturally, won
Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend"
(Carly Simon - You're so Vain)

I always found these lyrics weird.
I mean, this song is clearly about me, but I never been with the wife of my close friend.
Honestly, I haven't even been to Saratoga nor Nova Scotia, but this song is clearly about me.
I don't know why Carly Simon would make up these lies.

@clousems #4 the song is: Where have All The Flowers Gone. By Pete Seeger, but covered by many, including Peter, Paul and Mary.
By the way, I love Savatage. Saw them Live in Wacken festival 2015

"Well I hear you went up to Saratoga And your horse, naturally, won Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia To see the total eclipse of the sun Well, you're where you should be all the time And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy Or the wife of a close friend Wife of a close friend" (Carly Simon - You're so Vain) I always found these lyrics weird. I mean, this song is clearly about me, but I never been with the wife of my close friend. Honestly, I haven't even been to Saratoga nor Nova Scotia, but this song is clearly about me. I don't know why Carly Simon would make up these lies. @clousems #4 the song is: Where have All The Flowers Gone. By Pete Seeger, but covered by many, including Peter, Paul and Mary. By the way, I love Savatage. Saw them Live in Wacken festival 2015

This one's also quite odd. Have a look.
I'm currently analysing it with an octacore Hyperdyper 864. Liquid helium cooled.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0q27InlH8I0

This one's also quite odd. Have a look. I'm currently analysing it with an octacore Hyperdyper 864. Liquid helium cooled. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0q27InlH8I0

( Stoop ) if you are a b c e d m i n d e d, to this clay book, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. FORSIN. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vivelyonview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt, an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the tomtummy’s pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that’s thuck in its thoil like thumfool’s thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets’ eegs (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wippingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whatsthats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.

( Stoop ) if you are a b c e d m i n d e d, to this clay book, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. FORSIN. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vivelyonview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt, an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the tomtummy’s pay roll. Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidtha? Thik is for thorn that’s thuck in its thoil like thumfool’s thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets’ eegs (O stoop to please!) are here, creakish from age and all now quite epsilene, and oldwolldy wobblewers, haudworth a wipe o grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wippingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whatsthats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Racketeers and bottloggers.

"And thus passes Denethor of Ecthelion"

By what you just didn't say.

"And thus passes Denethor of Ecthelion" By what you just didn't say.

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