A Quote-ish Conversation

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His mother told him "some day you will be a man"
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'

Chuck Berry

[Gravy]

Well, I told him I too had been
Travelin' around
Livin' out of my van from town to town
Playin' for tips and whatever records
I could move

I said "I don't reckon I'll be makin it big
You know it's hard to get rich
Off a tour of coffee house gigs
And he said "Yeah, but ain't it a blessin'
To do what you wanna do"

And I told him "Yeah, I pulled off here"
To watch the sun disappear into the ocean
'Cause it's been years
Since I smelled this salty sea"

He turned his bottle up and down
He saw me lost and he saw me found
He said "I don't know what I've
Been lookin' for, maybe me"

Shawn Mullins

[Bighuey]

"Im the type of guy who'll never settle down
Where pretty girls are you know Im around
I kiss em and I love em
Cause to me there all the same
I hug em and I squeeze em
They dont even know my name
They call me the wanderer, the wanderer,
I roam around around around........

The Wanderer by Dion

[Gravy]

"Definition Of A Wanderer: A guy who's always looking beyond"
Stephen King

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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

Rod Serling

[Bighuey]

There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission.

Outer Limits

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Very nice!

[Bighuey]

That was a great show.



Thasaidon,lord of seven hells,
Wherein the single serpent dwells,
With volumes drawn from pit to pit
Through fire and darkness infinite-
Thasaidon, sun of nether skies,
Thine ancient evil never dies,
For aye thy somber fulgors flame
On sunken worlds that have no name
Man's heart enthrones thee, still supreme,
Though the false sorcerers blaspheme.

The song of Xeethra

Of Zothique, the last continent on earth,the sun no longer shone with the with the whiteness of its prime, but was dim and tarnished as if with a vapor of blood.
New stars without number had declared themselves in the heavens, and the shadows of the infinite had fallen closer. And out of the shadows, the older gods had returned to man: the gods forgotten since Hyperborea, since Mu and Poseidonis, bearing other names but the same attributes. And the elder demons had also returned, battering on the fumes of evil sacrifice, and fostering again the primordial sorceries.

The Dark Eidolon by Clark Ashton Smith

[Gravy]

"Though we nearly lost everything last month, when the mainframe got possessed by Sumerian demons, and we had to call in a technodruid to exorcise it. I’d never heard language like that before, and even after it was all over, the office still smelled of burning mistletoe for weeks. And I might add that the computer Helpline people were no bloody use at all."

Simon R. Green

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I'm sorry, Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.

HAL9000

[Bighuey]

"Better be out of town by sundown."

Old B western.

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When I read that quote, the music for The Good, a The Bad, and The Ugly went through my head for done reason.

[Gravy]

"Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset."
J.K. Rowling,

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Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.


The Hobbit

[Gravy]

    UP the airy mountain,
        Down the rushy glen,
    We daren't go a-hunting
        For fear of little men;
    Wee folk, good folk,
        Trooping all together;
    Green jacket, red cap,
        And a white owl's feather!

William Allingham