TO THE MUSES

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

WHETHER on Ida's shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.

Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...he begins to feel depressed now. he knows the end is near. he
Ealized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a **** anyway...so...so... excuse me...so...who give
Uck anyway? so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...

(after the song ends)
This is the central scrutinizer...as you can see, music can get you pretty ****ed up...take a tip from joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...joe did, and he's a ha
Uy now, on the day shift at the utility muffin research kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. and every time a nice little muffin com
On the belt, he poots forth...

And if this doesn't convince you that music causes big trouble...then maybe I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBQPkLuwy80

Promise me
When you see
A white rose
You'll think of
Me.

I love you so
Never let go
I will be
Your ghost of a rose.


Blackmore's Night~ Ghost of a Rose

make up and not the kind you wear

Make up and I mean the kind you wear

My alarm clock didn't go off and I woke up late

At last... Sweet revenge!

You walked right into that one!

I'm bored with you. Why do you keep tagging behind me like a lost puppy. I was friendly to you and automatically you think you own me. Give up dude you're not my type.

Wow.

I'm glad that I don't have a "sweet and caring" face.

I almost had a thought process there ....sorry for interrupting , and PLEASE, continue withyour day people

Thanks. I needed that.