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-Thomas Jefferson
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Richard Dawkins


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Life results from the non-random survival of randomly varying replicators."

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  1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
  2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Spoken intro: 
And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love 
I just get an inklin' to go on home 
So, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane 
Head hung low, three or four in the mornin' 

The suns comin' up and the birds are out singing 
I let myself into my pad 
Wind myself up that spiral staircase 
An' stretch out nice on the chesterfield 

Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player 
And I just push that remote button to sublimity 
And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus 
And J.R. Monterose and Jackie Mclean 
Duet on those saxophones 

And the sound makes it's way outta the window 
Minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know and 
All of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality 
'Cause I'm gettin' on in the world 
Comin' up on forty-one years 

Forty-one stoney gray steps towards the grave 
You know the box, awaits it's grissly load 
Now, I'm gonna be food for worms 
And just like Charles Mingus wrote 
That beautiful piece-a music, 'Epitaph for Eric Dolphy' 

I say, so long Eric, so long, John Coltrane 
And Charles Mingus, so long, Duke Ellington 
And Lester Young, so long, Billie Holliday 
And Ella Fitzgerald, so long, Jimmy Reed 
So long, Muddy Waters, and so, long Howlin' Wolf 

(Wo-wo-woke up this mornin') 

Woke up this mornin' 
Got yourself a gun 
Mama always said you'd be the chosen one 
She said, 'You're one in a million 
You got to burn to shine' 
That you were born under a bad sign 
With a blue moon in your eyes (yeah) 

Woke up this mornin' 
And-a all that love had gone 
Your papa never told you 
About right and wrong 

But you're, but you're looking good, baby 
I believe you're a-feelin' fine 
Shame about it, born under a bad sign 
With a blue moon in your eyes 
So, sing it now 

(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah 
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah 
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah 
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah 

I see ya woke up this mornin' 
The world turned upside down 
Lordy, but a-things ain't been the same 
Since the blues walked in-a town 

But ya, but ya, one in a million 
'Cause you got that shotgun shine 
Shame about it, born under a bad sign 
With a blue moon in your eyes 
So, sing it now 

(Woke up this mornin') 
You got a blue moon 
(Got a blue moon in your eyes) 
(I gotta free your eyes) 
(Woke up this mornin') 
So sad, god-damned 
A god-damned shame about it 

(Woke up this mornin') 
You got a blue moon 
(I've gotta free your eyes) 
(Got a blue moon in your eyes) yeah 
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah 
(I'm not dreaming) 

Oh, yeah! 
(Scared, yeah-yeah) 
Uuh! 
(Too much, too much, too much) 
Oh, yeah! 
(Your pain, your pain, you pain) 
Of your pain 
(Woo-hoo-hoo, low) 

'Mister D. Wayne Love' 

When you woke up this morning 
Everything was gone 
By half past ten your head was going 
Ding-dong ringin' like a bell 
From your head down to your toes 
Like some voice tryin' to tell you 
There's somethin' you should know 
Last night you was flyin' but today you're so low 
Ain't it times like these 
Makes you wonder (go back) if you'll ever know 
The meaning of things as they appear to the others 
Wives, husbands, mothers 
Fathers, sisters and brothers (tell 'em go home) 
Don't you wish you didn't function 
Don't you wish you didn't think 
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink 
Well, you do so make up your mind to go on 
'Cause when you woke up this mornin' 
Ev'rything you had was gone 

(Woke up this mornin') 
When ya woke up this mornin' 
Woke up this mornin' 
Ya, woke up this mornin' 

Woke up this mornin', you wanna be 
You wanna be the chosen one 
(Yeah, you know what you're talkin' about) 
You just can't help yourself, yeah 

Woke up this mornin' 
When ya, woke up this mornin' 
(Woke up this mornin') 
(Woke up this mornin') 

Woke up this mornin' and 
(My dreams gone bad) 
Got yourself a gun (gotta hold, a-wind yourself up) 
A-got yourself a gun 
(Larry, one more time now it's almost done) 
Got yourself a gun. 

Oh yeah! 

~

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