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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack7" data-source="post: 4944557" data-attributes="member: 54707">Kashmir, Led ZeppelinOh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreamI am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have beenTo sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seenThey talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealedTalk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my earBut not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clearOh, oh.Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyinIve been flying, aint no denyin, no denyinAll I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the groundAnd my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted landTrying to find, trying to find where Ive been.Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dreamHeed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert streamMy shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return againSure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of yearsWith no provision but an open face, along the straits of fearOhh.When Im on, when Im on my way, yeahWhen I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeahOoh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so downOoh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you thereLet me take you there. let me take you there...Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd[01:35]so, so you think you can tell[01:41]heaven from hell,[01:45]blue skys from pain.[01:49]can you tell a green field[01:53]from a cold steel rail? [01:58]a smile from a veil? [02:02]do you think you can tell? [02:07]and did they get you to trade[02:11]your heros for ghosts? [02:15]hot ashes for trees? [02:19]hot air for a cool breeze? [02:23]cold comfort for change? [02:26]and did you exchange[02:30]a walk on part in the war[02:33]for a lead role in a cage?Piper at the Gates of Dawn, Van MorrisonPiper at the gates of dawnThe coolness of the riverbank, and the whispering of the reedsDaybreak is not so very far awayEnchanted and spellbound, in the silence they lingeredAnd rowed the boat as the light grew steadily strongAnd the birds were silent, as they listened for the heavenly musicAnd the river played the songThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piperPlayed in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonderAnd they all were unafraid of the great God panAnd the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnWhen the vision vanished they heard a choir of birds singingIn the heavenly silence between the trance and the reedsAnd they stood upon the lawn and listened to the silenceOf the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnIts the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnThe wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawnBy the way, <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/" target="_blank">Lyrics Freak</a> is good for this type of thingPoems proper also inspire in me both story and adventure ideas.Xanadu, ColeridgeXanaduKubla KhanIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover!And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced:Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war!The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw:It was an Abyssinian maid,And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win meThat with music loud and longI would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fedAnd drunk the milk of Paradise. Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, BrowningI.My first thought was, he lied in every word,That hoary cripple, with malicious eyeAskance to watch the working of his lieOn mine, and mouth scarce able to affordSuppression of the glee, that pursed and scoredIts edge, at one more victim gained thereby.II.What else should he be set for, with his staff?What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnareAll travellers who might find him posted there,And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laughWould break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaphFor pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,III.If at his counsel I should turn asideInto that ominous tract which, all agree,Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescinglyI did turn as he pointed: neither prideNor hope rekindling at the end descried,So much as gladness that some end might be...XIII.As for the grass, it grew as scant as hairIn leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mudWhich underneath looked kneaded up with blood.One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,Stood stupefied, however he came there:Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!...XV.I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart.As a man calls for wine before he fights,I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.Think first, fight afterwards---the soldier's art:One taste of the old time sets all to rights.XVI.Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening faceBeneath its garniture of curly gold,Dear fellow, till I almost felt him foldAn arm in mine to fix me to the place,That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold...XXXI.What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart,Built of brown stone, without a counter-partIn the whole world. The tempest's mocking elfPoints to the shipman thus the unseen shelfHe strikes on, only when the timbers start.XXXII.Not see? because of night perhaps?---why, dayCame back again for that! before it left,The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,---``Now stab and end the creature---to the heft!''XXXIII.Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolledIncreasing like a bell. Names in my earsOf all the lost adventurers my peers,---How such a one was strong, and such was bold,And such was fortunate, yet, each of oldLost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.XXXIV.There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, metTo view the last of me, a living frameFor one more picture! in a sheet of flameI saw them and I knew them all. And yetDauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,And blew. ``Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''To me many things should inspire adventures, both real and imagined. There are many seas to sail, we should put out on to as many as we can reach.</blockquote>

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