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Raises half a liter of Hertog-Jan beer to the health of Deano, and all others who visit this realm of madness*
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Thank you Foro, now I must try this Hertog-Jan beer you speak of....
 
Deano said:
Thank you Foro, now I must try this Hertog-Jan beer you speak of....
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It's pretty good I think.

Here's another for Deano:

Bad Religion - Parallel


Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space
There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face

Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
And terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins
It will begin

Splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
So far from reality (our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories (our lives are parallel)
Separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel)

Our lives are parallel

Is there no redemption? no common good?
Is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should?

Comes the hard admission of what we don't provide
Goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide

They so divide

Side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel)
Phony collective progress (our lives are parallel)
Accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel)
Gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel)

Our lives are parallel

Forging little plays of deception and pain
As we watch our foundation crumble away
Staggering like birds against a hurricane
And trying all the while to stay out of each other's way

Broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
Independant trajectories (our lives are parallel)
Screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel)
Turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel)
 
Great song, Foro  :)

Incredibly elegant lyrics and song:

Van Der Graaf Generator -When She Comes
Slow motion in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her perfume
that you think she's eternal,
that you think she is everything...
but no-one knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should have said;
her entrance seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's really with you,
and you think that she'll always stay,
always ready to forgive you,
always ready to grant you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a stranger;
struck dumb, you'll try to protest
as the drum beats out the danger...
too late, you should have noticed
that the lady with the skin so white,
like something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always blocked out the light
and shadowed all you owned.

Still you think she's forever,
yesterday and tomorrow...
but no-one knows where she is.
Still you swear that you can win her

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and your prayer is that she'll want you;
aware - once a saint, now you're a sinner
and your sins are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so white
like something out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your hand so very tight
and you hope that she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy life:
these key margins leave you balanced on the knife,
bleeding darkly.
In the end it all comes down to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be worthy;
even now you need to be reminded
that La Belle Dame is without mercy.
The lady with her skin so white -
you never did quite catch her name -
now she holds you in the night
and she'll never let go again,
she'll never let go again.
 
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