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Thu 8 Dec, 2005 06:58 am
it's easy if you try....
Damn, I should not do it at work - now I can't get up from my desk....
Re: Imagine
Yeah! I have Samsung DNie LCD Flat TV...
With Samsung its not that hard To Imagine ...
I imagine that one day there will be a man on the moon.
Or a man in the mirror, asking him to change his waaays..
You ain' just a whistling Dixie.
I remember exactly where I was.
and now it's another five years later.
My "I feel 110 today" thread on Abuzz was for the 20th anniversary.
Thanks, Ed :wink:
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Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
ehBeth wrote:I remember exactly where I was.
and now it's another five years later.
My "I feel 110 today" thread on Abuzz was for the 20th anniversary.
Thanks, Ed :wink:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
that was my class song when we graduated!
25 years ago tonight, I was in bed, studying for a university exam
listening to the radio
and the 'breaking news' music broke in
I cried.
It was one of those 'where were you when' moments.
I know I grew up in some immeasurable way during those few minutes of news.
We were all still young before
he would have been 65 this year
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings,
bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too.Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay
with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for
a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty
four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wightif it's
not to dear. We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting
away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty
four?
All I remember of that moment was switching madly from one radio station to another trying to convince myself that it wasn't true. I couldn't get it into my brain for weeks. Sad, a very sad night it was indeed.
And thank you ehBeth for posting the words.
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
No better idea ever spoken.
I was listening to a radio station here and they were interviewing the guard at the prison where Mark David Chapman is currently serving time.
Very interesting. Apparently, the man never talks about it. And if something about the Beatles comes on the tv, it grabs his attention right off and then he pretends it isn't on.
He's up for parole soon. What a nut job.
I was a student at NYU and sitting at a diner on Columbus Ave with a friend. We heard police sirens (not unusual in NY) and then a little while later a waitress came out of the kitchen and half screamed "John Lennon has been shot!". We thought she must be nuts, but sad to say she was not. She heard it over the police radio they kept in the kitchen.
How upsetting for you guys that were there at the time.
I was only 5 when it happened so I dont remember anything.
There is a documentary on tonight about the guy that shot him.
In a way i dont want to watch it because he just wants to be known as the guy that killed John Lennon which i think is a tad sick, but on the other hand Im intrigued.
the night lennon died i was watching the "let it be" movie at a film festival, after the movie on the way home we had music on and so i didn't hear the news till i got home and my mom told me, it struck me years later as an ironic incident, watching this movie about the decay of something great, and then realising that at some point during the viewing any hope of it being great again had been ended
It still hurts to think about it.
I was in a London High Street. It was dark, the wind was blowing and it had just started to rain.
I was walking past a shop that sold TV's and saw loads of people just standing there, in the rain, looking at the TV's in the window.
I then asked a woman in the crowd what had happened, and she turned to me and said that Lennon had been killed, burst out crying and hugged me.
Now....for an English person to do such a thing in public with a complete stranger is unheard of.
The train journey home was silent. Nobody spoke.
It only seems like a couple of years ago.
Tragic.
I am sorry for the flippant comment I made in the previous post. I did not realize that this thread was in the memory of John Lenon.
Apologies, if I offended
not to worry, lennon was a master of flippant remarks
the prince wrote:I am sorry for the flippant comment I made in the previous post. I did not realize that this thread was in the memory of John Lenon.
Apologies, if I offended
I thought you gay types were supposed to be so damn sensitive and all....
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