O Sourdough

[Fowler]

O Sourdough, Sourdough, wherefore art thou Sourdough?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.


'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So Sourdough would, were he not Sourdough call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Sourdough, doff thy name,
and for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

[Sourdough]

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 19-28)

[lonelytree]

She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."


She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."


It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.


"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."


"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."


And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.


She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."


Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!


Copyright; Author Unknown

[starjj]

Is it just me or is it hot in here?

I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Oh, something's telling me I wear the ball and chain

My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is tellin' me I love ya still

I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I disappear?

Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever the children go I'll follow them

I can't play the game no more, i can't abide
By their stupid rule's, which get me sick inside
They've been made by men who've given up the search
Whose guards are dead and whose queen's are in the church

I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile, before I cut you loose?

Send out for St. John the Evangelist
All my friends are drunk, they can be dismissed
My head says that it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange

So step lightly darling, near the wall
Put on your heavy makeup and your shawl
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it


Blind Boy Grunt

[Shrek]

Originally Posted by starjj

Is it just me or is it hot in here?

Just some with hot flashes that may need some ice water tossed on them if they escalate and we get an RP.

[lonelytree]

"When you've seen the fall ice come,

And you've seen the spring ice go,

You can drop the name 'Cheechako,'

And become a Sourdough."

[starjj]

cheechako







A new-comer to Alaska, ignorant of the terrain, the weather, the animals, the culture, the necessary driving skills in the winter, etc. Opposite of a Sourdough

Oh goodie I learned a new word

[Sourdough]

A Sourdough Story

Robert Service

Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below,
When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit
Into the campfire glow.
Rugged are we and hoary, and statin’ a general rule,
A genooine Sourdough story
Ain’t no yarn for the Sunday School.

A Sourdough came to stake his claim in Heav’n one morning early.
Saint Peter cried: “Who waits outside them gates so bright and pearly?”
“I’m recent dead,” the Sourdough said, “and crave to visit Hades,
Where haply pine some pals o’ mine, includin’ certain ladies.”
Said Peter: “Go, you old Sourdough, from life so crooly riven;
And if ye fail to find their trail, we’ll have a snoop round Heaven.”

He waved, and lo! that old Sourdough dropped down to Hell’s red spaces;
But though ’twas hot he couldn’t spot them old familiar faces.
The bedrock burned, and so he turned, and climbed with footsteps fleeter,
The stairway straight to Heaven’s gate, and there, of course, was Peter.
“I cannot see my mates,” sez he, “among those ----ed forever.
I have a hunch some of the bunch in Heaven I’ll discover.”
Said Peter: “True; and this I’ll do (since Sourdoughs are my failing)
You see them guys in Paradise, lined up against the railing—
As bald as coots, in birthday suits, with beards below the middle . . .
Well, I’ll allow you in right now, if you can solve a riddle:
Among that gang of stiffs who hang and dodder round the portals,
Is one whose name is know to Fame—it’s Adam, first of mortals.
For quiet’s sake he makes a break from Eve, which is his Madame. . . .
Well, there’s the gate—To crash it straight, just spy the guy that’s Adam.”

The old Sourdough went down the row of greybeards ruminatin’
With optics dim they peered at him, and pressed agin the gratin’.
In every face he sought some trace of our ancestral father;
But though he stared, he soon despaired the faintest clue to gather.
Then suddenly he whooped with glee: “Ha! Ha! an inspiration.”
And to and fro along the row he ran with animation.
To Peter, bold he cried: “Behold, all told there are eleven.
Suppose I fix on Number Six—say Boy! How’s that for Heaven?”

“By gosh! you win,” said Pete. “Step in. But tell me how you chose him.
They’re like as pins; all might be twins. There’s nothing to disclose him.”
The Sourdough said: “’Twas hard; my head was seething with commotion.
I felt a dunce; then all at once I had a gorgeous notion.
I stooped and peered beneath each beard that drooped like fleece of mutton.
My search was crowned. . . . That bird I found—ain’t got no belly button.”

[Fowler]

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
With no escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, oooo, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooo (any way the wind blows), I don't wanna die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(Guitar)
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning very very frightening me
Galileo, (Galileo), Galileo, (Galileo)
Galileo, Figaro, Magnifico

I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
(He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity)
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (let him go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (let him go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

(Guitar)

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...

Queen