Ahhh . . . good song. Remember listening to that and "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" while at sea. hahaha
"Twelve men, one boat. What could be better?"
Such simple times the 80s were. We were so politically incorrect, but we didn't know it since the phrase hadn't really made its way in to the vernacular yet. We didn't worry about sharing needles back then either. I remember the year I graduated from college, 1990, a writer coined the phrase "generation-X" applicable to people just graduating from college. The phrase caught on. Shortly thereafter I remember watching this kid I knew, Allen, waste away slowly, at first getting weak so he couldn't stand much, then getting weaker and weaker. He eventually looked like a skeleton, not a walking skeleton, but just a skeleton wasting away in a hospital bed. "He has what?!" "No way, that's the f****t disease, isn't it?" "You mean straight guys can get that?" Not that I ever shared needles with Allen, but I occassionally had sex a woman that the guy Allen shared needles with sometimes had sex with. Brave new world. Allen gave new meaning to the phrase "wasting away" for me. There, but by the grace of whatever gods there be, go I. Times are complicated now. But it's not all bad. You can book your own flight, for example, compare the deals with a point and click. Want to go to Amsterdam, Cairo, or Lima? I've flown to all those places without any help from a travel agent. No need for them these days. Still, I miss the simplicity. I should vote in the poll, but I can't. It's like trying to use quantum mechanical model to ask how the electron gets from one lobe to another of a p-orbital if there's a zero-probability node in the middle. QM just doesn't attempt to do trajectories, right? Only probabilities, so it's not a fair question. Still, they do come up from time to time. In memory of a time when such questions didn't even come up, here's another great lyric from Culture Club's "Colour by Numbers" album. (Sorry for the misspelling. George O'Dowd is English I think. You know they can't spell.) Anyway, this blast from the past was once one of my favorite songs. Sometimes straight guys like Culture club. Enjoy:
"Desert loving in your eyes all the way.
If I listen to your lies would you say
I'm a man without conviction,
I'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction.
You come and go, you come and go.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.
Don't hear your wicked words every day
and you used to be so sweet, I heard you say
that my love was an addiction.
When we cling our love is strong.
When you go you're gone forever.
You string along, you string along.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.
Every day is like survival,
you're my lover, not my rival.
Every day is like survival,
you're my lover, not my rival.
I'm a man without conviction,
I'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction.
You come and go, you come and go.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green."
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