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Sometimes I think, wonder what life would have been like if it had been a little more normal, if I'd never heard of NTM and Fanda Eagles. So here is Ringo's "Octopus's Garden", with just a bit of a rewrite . Cheers Ringo.

I'd like to be where few can see
In my lovely garden in the shade
I‘d let you in, ask how you’ve been
In my lovely garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
In my lovely garden with me
I'd like to be where few can see
In my lovely garden in the shade

I’d be nice and warm below the storm
In my little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting my head on the sea bed
In a little secure warm and dry cave
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
Oh I’d really like to be
In my lovely garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
In a haven that lies beneath the waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be in obscurity
In my lovely garden with just one or two
Yes my lovely garden me and you
In my lovely garden with nothing to do

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgPqmRNjoTE

This is delightful and a nice accompanyment to the above.

Mary and her little lamb
Loved music from yesteryear
Songs that evoked memories
Of times no longer near

Then they discovered someone
Who's name I cannot reveal
Out of lovely iconic tunes
Was making a lyric meal

With "A little help from his friends"
He wrote "8 days a week"
From his "Octopus's garden"
And "yellow submarine" did speak

Said the little Lamb to Mary
"Is this writer completely sane?"
Mary replied "I do not know"
"But join in the chorus and refrain"

"When he gets older and losing his hair
Many years from now
Will he still be writing
Will he still be asking how"

"Will anyone be there
To answer his knock on the door
Will anyone still need him
When he's Sixty Four?"

Love it!

When I flick through my posts in chronological order, I see how the story has evolved. Namely because having gained some clarity in thought by being able to resolve issues and then going back and uncovering pieces that were well hidden, it has become a fuller account of the past.
As always there are two sides to any story and it is only fair that I offer others the chance to dispute my rendering of the facts as I see them. Interestingly this has not happened so far, which of course means that either the accounts are not being read by anyone who would wish to correct or I'm accurate in my portrayl. Luckily it would appear that the latter is the case.

Now if anyone has a rainy day and there is nothing good on the television . . .

Actually my own journey is pretty much on the thread "Dear Dad, I just wanted you to know"

I heard this song over and over when I was a kid, as my room mate had an 8 track player with only 2 tapes. One the Eagles, the other the Carpenters. So to my old room mate, whereever you are, we didn't exactly see eye to eye, but this I think you'll like.
It is of course "Hotel California".

I dreamed of a desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Strange smell of paper, being shredded in the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My heart grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There they stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"Let this be Heaven I’ve sure been to Hell"
Then they lit up a candle and said we investigate our way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to our investigation
Such a relaxed pace (Such a relaxed pace)
We’ve reviewed just one case
We’ll get round to investigating the others
Maybe next year (Maybe next year)
If you’re still here

Must be being paid quite well, got the Mercedes Benz
Got some lovely lawyers, they now call friends
How they dance round the legal stuff, it’s really no sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the head honcho,
"I really must whine"
They said, "No hurry, we’ve been on this since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake me up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to our investigtion
Such a relaxed pace (Such a relaxed pace)
We’ve reviewed just one case
Wish they was stepin it up with the investigation
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
No more alibis

“Wanted“ posters on the ceiling,
Investigation is on ice
And they said "We don’t take prisoners here, leave them to their own device
“Yes we know there were some badies,
Just don’t ruin our private feast
Put away your steely knives,
Bitter Spirits are such a beast”

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to wake up from my nightmare
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to deceive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But this nightmare you may never leave! "

You have very well expressed the feeling and sentiment of those who are waiting for the investigations!

This is George Harrison's "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" I had it on the now defunct thread, but it is one of my favourite songs so here we go:

I look at you all see the love there that's seeping
While my heart gently weeps
I look at New Tribes and I see it needs sweeping
Still my heart gently weeps

I don't know why they abused you
And then call it love
I don't know how they so controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my heart gently weeps
With every day we must surely be learning
Still my heart gently weeps

I know how we were diverted
By those perverted none to few
I know how this got so inverted
And no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's seeping
While my heart gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my heart gently weeps

To those paedophiles who left such a mess in to many young lives, this is Nancy Sinatras "These boots were made for walking".

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something that‘s sittin a heavy and need to confess
You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now you feel guilty about your enormous mess

Boots are made for walking, and here’s what I suggest you do
Try on my humble boots, that are well worn thanks to you


You been lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you been losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be a changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

Boots are made for walking, and here’s what I suggest you do
Try on my humble boots, that are well worn thanks to you


You been playin' where you shouldn't be a playin
and you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt.
Ha!
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what me knows you ain't HAD time to learn.

Boots are made for walking, and here’s what I suggest you do
Try on my humble boots, that are well worn thanks to you

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!