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Sep-12-17  Arconax: Boileau was a true Master of Poetry. I wonder if he ever befriended André Danican Philidor (father of chess genius François-André), he certainly might have. At the royal court, for instance.
Sep-12-17  Arconax: Of course, our beloved Philidor also wrote music, mainly operas I believe. But his father was a famous composer and Louis XIV's music librarian. The Philidor family consists of many other composers and musicians as well.
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  HeMateMe: mark, McCartney wasn't in the hole for 3 months. I think he was held in Japan for 10 days. At the end of WWII England hung 200 Japanese officers for their mistreatment of british POWs in Burma and the Philippines. They probably threatened to go back to Japan and finish the job properly, so Mac was released. It was dim wit Linda Eastman's marijuana that was found in their bags. Not the smartest girl.

One of the funny things about all that was when it was time to bathe in Japanese tradition the prisoners all bathe together in a large area. Mac said they offered him separate bathing privileges because he was a foreigner. Sir Paul refused and joined the communal bath, where he led the whole pool of criminals on a sing-along of Beatles songs. Probably the high point of their lives for some of those mutts.

<The Boss does The Beatles: >

It would sound better if the singer didn't have a hamster nailed to his throat.

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  harrylime: Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence

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  harrylime: I Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed



I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn;
I've never caused a thought of gloom,
A smile of joy, since I was born.

In secret pleasure, secret tears,
This changeful life has slipped away,
As friendless after eighteen years,
As lone as on my natal day.

There have been times I cannot hide,
There have been times when this was drear,
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here.

But those were in the early glow
Of feelings that subdued by care,
And they have died so long ago,
I hardly now believe they were.

First melted off the hope of youth,
Then fancy's rainbow fast withdrew;
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew.

'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow, servile, insincere;
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same Corruption there.


Emily Bronte


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  harrylime: Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion—
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?


Emily Bronte


Sep-12-17  Arconax: There were in fact three Brontë sisters, <harrylime>. Don't forget that.
Sep-12-17  Arconax: They had a brother too, I believe. I do not think he wrote much, though.
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  harrylime: My darling thou wilt never know
The grinding agony of woe
That we have bourne for thee,
Thus may we consolation tear
E'en from the depth of our despair
And wasting misery.

The nightly anguish thou art spared
When all the crushing truth is bared
To the awakening mind,
When the galled heart is pierced with grief,
Till wildly it implores relief,
But small relief can find.

Nor know'st thou what it is to lie
Looking forth with streaming eye
On life's lone wilderness.
"Weary, weary, dark and drear,
How shall I the journey bear,
The burden and distress?"

Then since thou art spared such pain
We will not wish thee here again;
He that lives must mourn.
God help us through our misery
And give us rest and joy with thee
When we reach our bourne!


By Charlotte Bronte


Sep-12-17  Dr Winston OBoogie: Mimi.. They forced him to play Yesterday over and over 😂.

3 months, 20 days, it's all the same with those short sentences but I can't imagine fab Macca wacky thumbs in the can, lol.. Anyways that dead men tell no tales is a remake of the first one, it's not right good so I wouldn't recommend it thus far..

So his voice has gone!!? Live in air studios, Liam Gallagher -

That's the most outstanding song I've heard in years. Oasis are back... But just in England and they don't play together, lol.

Right I'm outty. Peace out Mimi, Travis and whoever Dom

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  harrylime: No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life that in me has rest,
As I undying Life have power in thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idle froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou thou art Being and Breath,
And what thou art may never be destroyed.


Emily Bronte

Sep-12-17  Arconax: <harrylime> I just looked it up, his name was Brantwell. Seems like he was a writer, too. In addition: a painter.
Sep-12-17  Arconax: Not to be confused with Brantwood, the country home of John Ruskin and other prominent writers/artists.
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  harrylime: Paul Weller "From The Floorboards Up"

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  cormier: nite nite guys ... ths G
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  perfidious: What's that you say, <cancer underlying Massachusetts>?
Sep-13-17  Arconax: <perfidious: What's that you say, <cancer underlying Massachusetts>?>

Sep-13-17  Luke Warm: I went to the museum yesterday.
I saw a bunch of stuff, but I gazed upon for awhile a vase I found striking; it was in the neo-classical style, so England around the 1800 mark.

It had some gold-plated metal or silver with gold, and it had a royal blue part, a deep, unique blue, a bit brighter than royal blue.

The relief part in porcelain had a scene of a handsome young man that you see from classical Roman times art, with the good nose and the curly hair, pointing his index finger directly between his eyes. Cupid, little winged cupid with his child body and bow, was in front of him, holding on and looking. The young man's gesture was saying "Shoot me right here" and Cupid playfully or mischievously seemed to be asking "Where, exactly?" and squinting, he wasn't that good of a shot, and needed a precise target before stepping back ten yards to fire away.

The languid repose of the subject and his countenance and expression suggested only "Shoot me now" to Cupid, whomever his object of desire was that he wished to win over. For sure.

Sep-13-17  geniokov: Hmmm...this forum sounds interesting! The next time you guys put a song then kindly put also a Guitar Chords so that it can be useful! Lol!
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  diceman: <Luke Warm:

The relief part in porcelain had a scene of a handsome young man>

Some extreme bias there.

Could have been a transgender who identifies female?

Was any documentation provided he was a male, who identified male?

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  diceman: <geniokov: Hmmm...this forum sounds interesting!

The next time you guys put a song then kindly put also a Guitar Chords so that it can be useful! Lol!>

"check out Guitar George he knows all the chords"

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  HeMateMe: mark, I finally got a hold of "Supersonic," pretty good!

So, their first gig outside of Manchester was...King Tut's Wa Wa Hut in Scotland! Hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? they weren't even supposed to be playing, they just showed up and followed their friends, an all girl band "Kissing Sisters" or something like that, on to the stage. If I followed it correctly, they were immediately offered a record deal after the show? Hard to follow in spots because of the heavy accent and slang.

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  diceman: <HeMateMe:

One of the funny things about all that was when it was time to bathe in Japanese tradition the prisoners all bathe together in a large area. Mac said they offered him separate bathing privileges because he was a foreigner. Sir Paul refused and joined the communal bath, where he led the whole pool of criminals on a sing-along of Beatles songs. Probably the high point of their lives for some of those mutts.>

Probably when Dr Winston OBoogie develped his admiration of the Beatles.

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  tpstar: Sir Paul took a group bath in jail
He knew Beatles songs would prevail
No need to be prude
So they sang in the nude
Until Yoko Ono started to wail
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  17.Bxg7: I have a question, sorry, chess related ... on chess history. We know that in certain championships, until early 90s, adjournements were in place. But I would like to know if Chess Olympiad Games (for example in the 70s and 80s) allowed game adjournements or not. Thanks
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