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You can tell by the way I talk
I'm a cycling man, eaten to much pork

To much time on that seat
Riding off what I did eat

Hey, Yeah I'm a cycling man
Can reach them notes, off the plan . . .

Oops, slip,

"Tragedy"


No seriously, Aghast and I cooperated on the Bee Gees song. Don't think it needs any long explanations. There was some beautiful music written when we were in our prime, its nice to go back and remember some of the tunes, even more fun adapting the words.

Let's get this straight. We have a Kiwi, who thinks he is disco duck, but is really a "Sympathetic Agnositc", except he is now going to heaven with a friend, meanwhile he has a courier pigeon called "Ernie", an unnamed "Little Lamb" with "Mary", rides a bike with a dog called "Leo", while singing a Bee Gees song about "Stayin Alive" and has just slipped and had a Eunich experience!

And you think I'm a mixed up divorced old Australian gal, from beyond the Black Stump? Holy Cow I'm beginning to think I'm normal .

Well that will be a first, Aussie is normal after all.

Without that chainsaw you might be "Normal".

But wowzers, with that thing in your hands? We'll call you anything you like!

As a tribute to Robin Gibb, here is "Night Fever", done MK style

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FECFb1_YdII

Lookin at the ground
There is movement all around
There is something goin' down
And I can feel it

On the waves of the air
Those Mosquitos out there
It's malaria they did share
I can feel it

In that sweet city swamp
She moved through the night
Sweating my mind and my soul
When I’m reach out for pills, yeah
And the feelin' ain’t right

Then I get night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

Here I am
Prayin' this moment won’t last
Thinking them critters ain’t devine
Borne on the wind
On me dine

Night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

In the heat of the tropics
Don't need no heater to bake it
Cookin me enough
To take me to the mornin'

I got fire in my mind
I got legs that ain’t a walkin'
And I'm glowin' in the dark
Give you warnin'

And that sweet city swamp
She moved through the night
Sweating my mind and my soul
When you reach out for pills, yeah
And the feelin' ain’t right

Then I get night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

Here I am
Prayin' this moment won’t last
Thinking them critters ain’t devine
Borne on the wind
On me dine

Night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

Then I get night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

Then I get night fever, night fever
Mosquitos know how to do it
Given me that night fever, night fever
Now I to do show it

I feel like a Rock Star!

On the matter of others being hurt by investigations into the roles their parents played in leadership e.t.c.
Perhaps this rearrangement of the Beatles "I get by with a little help from my friends" might help.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmOtWyjs8iU (working without sound this morning, so hope this clip is the right one)

What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And try not to be angry with me.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I cry when I hurt my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try to help my friends.

Don't want to hurt anybody
But sometimes push comes to shove.
What if I hurt somebody?
Will they me no longer love.

What do I do to make questions go away.
(Do I pick up and talk on the phone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Am I sad and feel all alone)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I cry if I hurt my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try to help my friends

Don't want to hurt anybody
But sometimes push comes to shove.
What if I hurt somebody?
Will they me no longer love.

Would you believe both sides can't be right?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
Telling the truth is really devine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I cry if I hurt my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Don't want to hurt anybody
But sometimes push comes to shove.
What if I hurt somebody?
Will they me no longer love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends

Mmm ... I like that. This is a tough subject. I'm processing the fact that our insistence on exposing truth will hurt people we care deeply for.

I guess that's another form of collateral damage. Harm to the innocents.

Sad indeed ....

It is a tough issue and is worthy of a deeper look, so have transfered your wise comments to the "Reaching Out" thread.