I have looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down and

[Quixote1818]

still somehow I really don't know clouds.....at all! :shrug:


Oh yeah! Alligator lizards in the air!!! Along Ventura Highway!!!! :bounce:




Post lyrics that don't make any sense below. :crazy:

[progmom]

1. You missed a line

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow,
It's cloud illusions I recall,
I really don't know clouds, at all.

[Quixote1818]

2. That line is an illusion! It's not really their. nt

[NoSheep]

5. Sweet!

I'm a big Judy Collins fan. Crystal eyes has she!

[LynzM]

3. Collect the seven dollars and i’d buy a big prosthetic forehead

And wear it on my real head...

[Quixote1818]

4. Who wrote that? nt

[LynzM]

6. They might be giants :)

Where was i? I forgot
The point that I was making
I said if I was smart that I would
Save up for a piece of string
And a rock to wind the string around

Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around
Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

If I were a carpenter i’d
Hammer on my piglet, i’d
Collect the seven dollars and i’d
Buy a big prosthetic forehead
And wear it on my real head

Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads
Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
Prosthetic foreheads on their heads
But everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the foreheads down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

[intheflow]

7. Oh, say can you see

by the dawn's early light
what so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars
through the perilous fight
o'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there.

Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
o'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave?


As death streams around me, I'm comforted by a flag???! :wtf: