OT: Can't get this song out of my head.

Kismet

Kismet

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Probably the tsunami, cancers, deaths, forth-coming births, over-flowing toilets... and the daily inundation of information I didn't evolve well-enough to absorb.

Enjoy. Not political, maybe just a part of my youth resurrecting itself. I question that there is a purpose to things, though.
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Words-adapted from The Bible, book of Ecclesiastes
Music-Pete Seeger

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
 
I knew a man Bo jange and he cut for you
The karda, too.
With sharpened tip, a wooden grip
And silver cho, from the old kami
He cut so high, he cut so high
Then he lightly chopped down

I met him in a knife store on the internet
I was down and out
He looked to be the knife for me
As he spoke right out
He talked of choppin, he talked of choppin
He laughed, and cut my leg a little bit

Mr. Bo jange, Mr. Bo jange
Mr. Bo jange, dance!

He chopped through cars and redneck bars
throught the South
He was slicin too
A thousand pounds of bacon
and still shavin' sharp.
He chopped a fly, he chopped a fly
Sweet Jange's my blade.
 
Kismet said:
To Everything There is a season,
And a time to every purpose...
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The man who realizes that is halfway to enlightenment.
But the time must be right, to make it the rest of the way.
 
Some of my favorites from Ecclesiastes:

All things come alike to all. There is one event to the righteous and also the same to the wicked: to the good and the clean and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth and to him that does not the same thing happens to the good as to the sinner and he that swears as well as he who will not swear.

This is an evil among all things that are done under the sun, that there is one event to all (ie **** happens) Yea also the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart while they live, and after that they go to the dead.

For him that is joined to the living have hope. For a living dog is better than a dead lion.

For the living know that they will die; but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more reward, for the memory of them is forgotten. Their love, their hatred, their envy are now perished; neither have they any more a portion forever in any thing that is done under the sun.

Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy and drink thy wine with a merry heart for god accepts what you do. Ch 9 v2thru 7
 
DannyinJapan said:
I knew a man Bo jange and he cut for you
The karda, too.
With sharpened tip, a wooden grip
And silver cho, from the old kami
He cut so high, he cut so high
Then he lightly chopped down

I met him in a knife store on the internet
I was down and out
He looked to be the knife for me
As he spoke right out
He talked of choppin, he talked of choppin
He laughed, and cut my leg a little bit

Mr. Bo jange, Mr. Bo jange
Mr. Bo jange, dance!

He chopped through cars and redneck bars
throught the South
He was slicin too
A thousand pounds of bacon
and still shavin' sharp.
He chopped a fly, he chopped a fly
Sweet Jange's my blade.
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Danny,

You went to a lot of work here and good results. Thanks. That was fun.

I remember singing "Mr. Bo Jangles" when I was a hippie folk singer in 1968.

"Dance, dance, dance."
 
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