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KahlilaGibran

Last seen: 33 hours ago

Longing to see the world is a person from by accident of birth, the Antipathies, New Zealand





Go on, PLAY me

  • Created Oct 28







  • About StumbleUpon

    Reviewed Aug 01 1 review stumbleupon, stumbling stumbleupon.com

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    From the page:

    ­About StumbleUpon

    StumbleUpon helps you discover and share great websites.
    As you click Stumble!, we deliver high-quality
    pages matched to your pers­onal preferences.
    These pages have been explicitly recommended by your friends or
    one of 6 million+ other websurfers with interests similar to you.

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    OK, sounds good; let's try it out -- toolbar set to "Friends"

    1 Type collage from mag cuttings -- waste of time
    ­2 Kitsch stumbler
    3 Chocolate-box orchard pic
    4 Horrible baby owl/cuddly toy thing

    5 Bland stumbler
    6 Crap pic (meant to be funny)
    7 Witty art site - thank you, RED!

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    ­ Decent left-wing news blog
    9 Wikipedia entry about the movie A Beautiful Mind


    Am I hard to please or have I just demonstrated
    that SU is not delivering on its promise?


    OK well while I'm here I have an announcement to make.
    I will no longer be updating these ­pages because I am moving here­.

    Everything will remain intact on these pages for reference and
    fossicking, but I will be posting from over there and saving myself
    rent and upkeep at the same time.

    Please stay in touch if you've enjoyed my finds, and by all
    means ­defriend/unsubscribe from KGB; this show is over but
    Kahlila is not.



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  • LOREENA MCKENNITT THE MUMMERS DANCE

    Rated Jul 28 11 reviews music, video, loreena mckennitt youtube.com


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    ­When in the springtime of the year, when the trees are crowned with leaves,
    when the ash and oak, and the birch and yew are dressed in ribbons fair,
    when owls call the breathless moon in the blue veil of the nightthe shadows of the trees appear amidst the lantern light.

    We've been rambling all the night and some time of this day.
    Now returning back again, we bring a garland gay.

    Who will go down to those shady groves and summon the shadows there,and tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms in the springtime of the year?

    The songs of birds seem to fill the wood that when the fiddler plays
    all their voices can be heard long past their woodland days.

    And so they linked their hands and danced round in circles and in rows.
    And so the journey of the night descends when all the shades are gone.
    A garland gay we bring you here and at your door we stand.
    It is a sprout well budded out, the work of our Lord's hand.


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  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4-IZTZkTY8

    Rated Jul 28 3 reviews music, video, the wind, cat stevens youtube.com


    I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.

    Where I'll end up, well I think only God really knows.

    I've sat upon the setting sun but never (never never never) I never wanted water once.

    I listen to my words but they fall far below.
    I let my music take me where my heart wants to go.

    I swam upon the devil's lake but never (never never never)
    ­I'll never make the same mistake.


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  • Bert Jansch Lyrics

    Rated Jul 28 1 review folk music, folkmusic, bertjansch, lyrics, songs comcast.net

    I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere.
    And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream.
    But if I had a magical wonder word, I'd send a dove to catch your love
    and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.

    But a broken heart won't go, my endless search, little girl ???
    ­I'm gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl.


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    I'll fall along that you catch the wind upon the orange to sweetest sin ???before this very moment evil in ??

    I'd rather wait at the dark of thousand times??, little girl,
    and take the woman until the heart of my soul ??
    And if I catch you sleeping along the west and gave you, alone, my secret way ?
    But I bind your heart unto me very slow ?
  • Cream - I Feel Free (( New STEREO Mix ))

    Rated Jul 28 5 reviews classic rock, music, cream, video youtube.com

    ­­­­­Feel when I dance with you, we move like the sea.

    You, you're all I want  to know. I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

    I can walk down the street, there's no one there though the pavements are one huge crowd.
    I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see, though my mind wants to cry out loud.

    Dance floor is like the sea, ceiling is the sky.
    You're the sun and as you shine on me, ­I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.


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  • RA Janzen - Paintings

    Rated Jul 28 3 reviews fine arts, artists rajanzen.com

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    Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band -- pretty-eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man.

    Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand and now she's in me(??), always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.

    Jesus freaks out in the street handing tickets out for God.
    Turning back, she just laughs. "The boulevard is not that bad."

    Piano man, he makes his stand in the auditorium.
    Looking on, she sings the songs -- the words she knows, the tune she hums.

    But oh how it feels so real lying here with no-one near.
    Only you, and you can hear me when I say -- softly, slowly:
    Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway.
    Lay me down in sheets of linen. You had a busy day today.












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  • R&B, Electronic, Rock, Classic - a set on Flickr

    Rated Jul 28 1 review classic rock, lps, flickr, records flickr.com

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    Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate??? here in my bag.

    So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies. And we walked off to look for America.

    "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh. "Michigan seems like a dream to me now."

    It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw. I've gone to look for America.

    Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces.
    She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera."





    "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat."
    "We smoked the last one an hour ago."

    So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine and the moon rose over an open field.

    "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping. I'm empty and aching and I don't know why.

    Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike. They've all gone to look for America.