Quotes Board

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

Yeah, she did.

[Ranger Melinda]

well then, thanks to laura for voting too. though, honestly, the only reason i did vote was cause i would felt like a hypocrit if i was calling people all day and saying "go vote" when i hadn't voted myself. i really didnt know what we were voting for.

[Jason]

Hmm . . . could be slightly problamatic.

[Ranger Melinda]

just possibly, yeah.

"excellence is an art won by training and habituation. we do not act rightly becase we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because we have acted rightly. we are what we repeadtedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."
~aristotle

[Ranger Melinda]

hello darkness my old friend,
i've come to talk to you again,
because of visions softly creeping,
left its seed while i was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain,
still remains...within the sound of silence
near resltess streams i walk alone,
through narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
i turned my collar to the cold and damp,
when my eyes, were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
which split the night... and touchedthe sound of silence
and in the naked light i saw,
ten thousand people maybe more,
people talking without speaking,
people hearing without listeniing,
people writing songs that voices never shared,
no one dared... disturb the sound of silence
"fool" said i "youi do not know,
silence like a cancer grows,
hear my words that i might teach you,
take my arms that i might reach you."
but my words like silent raindrops fell...
and echoed in the walls of silence
and the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon God they made
and the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming
and the sign said "the word of the prophets are written on the subway walls, and nenement halls"...
and wispered in the sounds of silence

[Ranger Melinda]

on a warm summers eve, on a train bound for nowhere,
i met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep,
so we took turns a starin, out the window at the darkness,
till the boredom overtook us and he began to speak
he said "son i've made a life out of reading peoples faces and knowing what their cards were by the way they healkd their eyes,
so if you dont mind my sayin, i can see your out of aces,
for a taste of your wisky, i'll give you some advice."
so i handed him my bottel, and he drank down my last swallow
then he bummed a cigarette and askedme for a light
and the night got deathly quiet, his face lost all expression,
"if your gonna play the game boy, you gotta learn to play it right
you got to know when to hold em,
know when to fold them,
know when to walk away and
know when to run,
you never count your money
sittin at the table, t
their'll be time enough for countin
when the dealing's done
every gambler knows that the secret to surviving,
is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep,
cause every hand's a winer, and every hand's a loser,
andthe best you can hope for is to die in your sleep"
and when he finished speakin, he turned back toward the window,
crushed out his cigarette and faded off ot sleep,
and somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even
but in his final words i found an ace that i could keep
you gotta know when to hold em,
know when to fold em,
know when to walk away
and know when to run
never count your money,
sittin at the table
there'll be time enough for countin
when the dealing's done

[Erick]

Hey, I know those songs. I just wish I could remember who sang them.

[Jason]

I recognize the first one, but not the second one.

[Ranger Melinda]

yeah, i was playing my guitar yesterday, and found them. i love those songs, and i have no idea who sang them. i just have the music from my teacher, which doesnt say.

[Ranger Melinda]

Simon & Garfunkel did the first song, and Kenny Rodgers did the second song.

[Jason]

Right. Now I really do completely remember the first one. It is Simon and Garfunkel.

[Ranger Melinda]

"life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."
~s.a. kierkegaard

[Ranger Melinda]

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

[Jason]

Das an old song. My dad used to sing part of it.

[Ranger Melinda]

'tis an old song. if any of you happen to know where i could find guitar music for it....