Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. I think it depends on my mood and which album I was last heard. At this time it's a track from the second Ghost In The Shell album, but it's in Japanese.

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Eagle in Residence
Tempory Frisker

You can't hide that romantic streak...

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Mallanox : "My mother was Irish and my father was an alien. I was an only child and I dress funny."

Ah, the old days when beer was allowed to be advertised on tv over here. There were some really, really good beer adverts. Do you remember the one with the cat and its 9 lives?

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Mallanox : "My mother was Irish and my father was an alien. I was an only child and I dress funny."

i love the lyrics to Superman by Five for Fighting

I can't stand to fly - I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find the better part of me

I'm more than a bird; I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie about a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you conceed
Even heroes have the right to dream
and it's not easy to be me

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Trample the weak. Hurdle the dead.

I keep going back to camp songs for my favourites. So many of the pop songs are about losing things. These are the two that inspire much of my writing, especially the first one.

Today

Chorus:
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.

I can't be contented with yesterday's glory,
I can't live on promises winter to spring.
Today is the moment and now is the story,
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing.

Chorus

I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover,
You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover,
Who cares what tomorrow may bring.

Chorus







All My Life's a Circle

All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the night time
Till the day break comes around
All my life's a circle, but I can't tell you why
The seasons spinning round again
The years keep rolling by.

It seems like I've been here before, I can't remember when
But I got this funny feeling
That we'll all be back again
There's no straight lines that make up my life
And all my roads have bends
There's no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends.

I've found you a thousand times, I guess you've done the same
But then we'll lose each other
It's just like children's games
As I see you here again, the thought runs through my mind
Our friendships like a circle,
Let's go round one more time.

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Between stimulus and response there is a space.
In that space is our power to choose our response.
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.

- Viktor E. Frankl

Seems Superman is inspirational. I can see the team treading close to this one at times.

"Superman's Song"
Crash Test Dummies

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

[Chorus
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him

Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going

Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."

Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home

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Between stimulus and response there is a space.
In that space is our power to choose our response.
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.

- Viktor E. Frankl