I've never 'got'

Poetry

Moaning on about groove armada etc Al without mentioning morcheeba.

Add Leftfield to the list.

One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!

I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being!

One day the sun admitted, I am just a shadow.I wish I could show you the Infinite Incandescence that has cast my brilliant image!

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing Light of your own Being!

FTFY

Poetry is just prose that doesn't fill the lines.

Prose, you say?

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I want that as a t-shirt

You'd have to change "It was you." to "It was me."

I've never got grown adults arguing about the authenticity of music like they were teenagers.

there's not enough time in the world to worry about other peoples musical choices.

I've never got this thread. why when no two people are alike are we freaked out when some likes something out of the ordinary. Especially when that item/thing is considered below average for what ever reason. Hence that person must obviously be stupid, and I must tell everyone of my superiority.
thread just full of holier then thou types. Can we not just argue about campag v shimano?

Hence that person must obviously be stupid, and I must tell everyone of my superiority.

Or is this thread just full of holier then thou types.

nut cracked

I think at one point this could have been full of passionate rebuttals and persuading arguments, but not anymore.

That doesn't even rhyme and sounds suspiciously religious. I've never got religion either.

Oh James, shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimm’d; and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I've never got grown adults arguing about the authenticity of music like they were teenagers.

Good job that never happens on here.

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That doesn't even rhyme...

Therefore it is poetry; if it rhymed it would be doggerel.

I can lend you my copy of Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit.

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This...

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Kilts.

^ spooky, was just going to say that

sure it's been said already but ... wheelsucking someone you don't know

also, heel rub.

I do it all the time. I need help getting to work.

through to the 'right department' first time