tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195691252011-04-21T18:27:59.748-07:00Our lives are not unlike a heap of open books scattered across a tabletop and that being as it is, sometimes you gotta turn the page and move on to something else...change is a beautiful thing, yo...Crash Pryornoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569125.post-1133714355853300142005-12-04T08:25:00.002-08:002005-12-07T20:44:07.806-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/459/883/1600/DETOUR%20SIGN%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/459/883/320/DETOUR%20SIGN%202.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/459/883/1600/DETOUR%20SIGN.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/459/883/320/DETOUR%20SIGN.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#33ff33;">In an effort to put the kibosh on the Spamsters I've changed locations </span><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">and moved all this content elsewhere...still sittin' in the theater of the ridiculous, yo...I just moved to a new seat...hit me up</span> </em><a href="mailto:chronicridicule@aol.com">here via email</a> <em><span style="color:#33ff33;">and I'll sort you out...</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">..."One man's cookie is another man's cake," I'm often prone to say when I encounter perspectives/ philosophies that don't comply with mine...it's a great catch-all that simultaneously yields to give another the right-of-way and remains true to whatever it was I was thinking or saying that contravened said cookie lover's view/ idea...if you've read any of the other stuff I've posted in the past, then you already know my predeliction for using lyrics to get my ideas across, if not, this is one of those moments... I think Bowie put it best....Laters.</span><br /><br /><br />I still don't know what I was waiting for<br />And my time was running wild<br />A million dead-end streets<br />Every time I thought I'd got it made<br />It seemed the taste<br />was not so sweet<br />So I turned myself to face me<br />But I've never caught a glimpse<br />Of how the others must see the faker<br />I'm much too fast to take that test<br /><br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Don't want to be a richer man<br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Just gonna have to be a different man<br />Time may change me<br />But I can't trace time<br /><br />I watch the ripples change their size<br />But never leave the stream<br />Of warm impermanence and<br />So the days float through my eyes<br />But still the days seem the same<br />And these children that you spit on<br />As they try to change their worlds<br />Are immune to your consultations<br />They're quite aware<br />of what they're going through<br /><br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Don't tell them to grow up and out of it<br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Where's your shame<br />You've left us up to our necks in it<br />Time may change me<br />But you can't trace time<br /><br />Strange fascination, fascinating me<br />Changes are taking the pace<br />I'm going through<br /><br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers<br />Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes<br />(Turn and face the stranger)<br />Ch-ch-Changes<br />Pretty soon you're gonna get<br />a little older<br />Time may change me<br />But I can't trace time<br />I said that time may change me<br />But I can't trace time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569125-113371435585330014?l=ceep71.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Crash Pryornoreply@blogger.com