January 13th, 2006
|04:47 pm - More on the Oracle, and lyrics|
I'm a huge fan of the song, "Distantly in Love."
There are various reasons for this, of course, but most of them have to do with the amount of love conveyed by the song, the type of love, and the heartache and optimism it brings to my mind.
As I was researching this forthcoming "Buffett Oracle," though, I came across a song, "When the Wild Life Betrays Me," and this song worried me. Deeply. It's one that makes me wonder: when will the wild life betray me? Will it? Or is it not the life that betrays you at all?
As an exerpt of the potential answers from the Buffett Oracle, though:
- It's still a mystery to me.
- Scales and clocks just can't be trusted.
- Take a holiday, you need a holiday.
- Ride the winds of fortune.
- Time ain't for savin', no, Time's not for that.
- You have to keep your head.
- You can spin it again and again.
- There's no one to deceive, it's just all make believe.
- No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen.
- Grab a pack and hit the trail.
- Holy Sweet Jesus, he's got no clue.
- I think I hear a hammock calling me.
- Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'.
- It's time to think of simpler options, it's time to formulate a big plan B.
- Put in a quarter, turn out the light. Magic fingers makes you feel all right.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Distantly in Love", -JB
|Date:||January 14th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)|| |
Err...at first I mis-read and thought you said, "When the Wildlife Betrays Me," and I kind of had a ??? moment. Because I don't think the wildlife ever betrays us. Except maybe for grizzly bears, when hikers & campers are misguided enough to think they've established a friendship, and then their so-called "friends" eat them. But that's not really betrayal, because I don't think anyone really asked the grizzly if s/he wanted to be friends, they just presumed that a friendship existed. The grizzly was probably just amused by the antics of the small pink hairless creatures, and looked on them as tasty meals for later when the fish ran out.
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'.
It's not *that* confusing. You just have to know what to do with them. ;-)
we should have tried to find mangos in paris.