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The BatJay Medical Chronicles
Thursday, March 02, 2006
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Blood Pressure: 120 over 73
Pulse Rate: 78 pulses per minute
Weight: 190 lbs.
Blood Sugar: 100
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Little by little the night turns around
And call to you across the sky....
So I throw the windows wide
And no one makes me close my eyes
And no one sings me lullabyes
A million bright ambassadors of morning
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
And through the window in the wall
To rise
Inviting and inciting me
Upon my waking eyes
Almost everyday you fall
No one flies around the sun
No one speaks and no one tries
And no one crosses there alive
And lead you through the land
And do I take you by the hand
And I am you and what I see is me
By chance two separate glances meet
Strangers passing in the street
Starts to climb toward the light
Something stirs and something tries
And no one knows the where's or why's
And no one called us to the land
And everything is green and submarine
Comes willowing across the sand
An echo of a distant time
In labyrinths of coral caves
And deep beneath the rolling waves
Hangs motionless upon the air
Overhead the albatross
Yeah, I can ride... magaret, time to go! maigret, ...
Can loca ride?
It’ll be a lot less safe to stay here. you’re fath...
Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?
Blood Pressure: 123 over 68Weight: 186 lbs.Blood S...
Well, only got an hour of daylight left. better ge...
Together we stand, divided we fall
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Breaking bottles in the hall
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Can you help me?
Always doing what you’re told,
Hey you, standing in the road
And the worms ate into his brai
He could not break free
No matter how he tried
The wall was too high, As you can see
But it was only fantasy
Open your heart, I’m coming home.
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Waiting for someone to call out
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Would you touch me?
Sitting naked by the phone
Hey you, out there on your own
Don’t give in without a fight
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Can you feel me?
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Hey you, standing in the aisles
Can you feel me?
Getting lonely, getting old
Hey you, out there in the cold
for a lead role in a cage?
a walk on part in the war
and did you exchange
cold comfort for change?
hot air for a cool breeze?
hot ashes for trees?
your heros for ghosts?
and did they get you to trade
do you think you can tell?
a smile from a veil?
from a cold steel rail?
can you tell a green field
blue skys from pain
heaven from hell
so, so you think you can tell
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Calls the faithful to their knees
The tolling of the iron bell
Far away across the field
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
And when I come home cold and tired
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