A Magical Musical Muse amist the Stars (english)
Arena of Magical Musical Muses 9:02am Mon Dec 23 '02
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Enter The Divine Cosmic Time and Space Arena of
A Magical Musical Muse that now lives in eternity amist the harmony of the
stars and in the wonderous sounds that he left us in our ears, our minds
and our hearts!
A noble Musical soul shall be missed!
Prayers go out to he and his family!
Thanks for the 1970's and 1980's Melodious Musical Musings!
May he R.I.P. Clashing Forever amist the stars!
Strange but Rock The Csbah was a premonition of things to come at a future
date in time and space?
And an Arena Gladiator all time Favorite!
THE CLASH LYRICS
"Rock the Casbah"
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
[Chorus]
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
[Chorus]
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
[Chorus]
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
[Chorus]
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
End.
May the force of
magical musical Hope Peace and Love Be With You
Signed with hope and peace love
We Liberty's Centrist Green Anarcho
One World Citizen-TM Bahai
Death Devotee Shiva-Arena Gladiators
Of The Society of The Sacred Sword
Thus in the Millennial Adventure of the Soul
we arrive again once more
For each Hero is the conscious vehicle
of the terrible wonderful Law
Whether his work be that of a Butcher,
{FOOL}, Hero, Jockey or King�?�
THUS:
Weapons cut Him not;
Fire burns Him not;
Water wets Him not;
Wind does not wither Him;
The self cannot be cut
Nor burnt, nor wetted , nor withered
Eternal, All Pervading
Unchangeable, Immovable
Being The Unmoved Mover
The Known Self is The Same Forever,
And thus we have Freedom to Live
For the Battlefield is Symbolic of The Field of Life
Where every creature lives on the Death of another
For our Life is bounded by Two Silences
The Silence of Stars and That of Graves
R.I.P in and back out from the grave
Be seeing and hearing and dancing in this life time and our next LifeTime
Dear Brother Magical Musical Muse known as Joe Strummer !
Exit The Arena out from the grave of stars
Now Fade to Black as you travel amists the stars
in Time and space
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