alone

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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How can you never be alone but alone all the time, i was just wondering since of that song by Bush

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Well, this thread will never be alone in MPSIMS, but will be alone all the time here in GQ. No, really! Watch!

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That’s a great song BTW, Glycerine IIRC. Well, here’s the most common theory: See, you are in a relationship with someone that you don’t like or have no interest in, hence, never alone, alone all the time.

I realize this was not needed, but, WTF, I’m racing VogueVixen to 1000! :wink:

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That’s an easy one. What I want is somebody to tell me how you can be “moving slowly down the hall faster than a cannonball” a la Champagne Supernova by those Oasis lamers?

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Err, actually the line goes “slowly walking down the hall faster than a cannonball.” Same meaning, though.

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I think the next line of the song explains it pretty well

“Where were you when we were getting high?”

well, at least one person wants to meet me…
http://fathom.org/polldata/pollcheck.adp?poll=dope-page5&question=62

Cheers!!

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RE:OP. I always considered it to be that he’s a rock star (ah, Gavin, Gavin…) so he’s constantly surrounded by people, but he never has a real relationship with any of them, so he’s alone all the time.

Funny Bush story: my first night at Woodstock '99. Watching Bush on the Jumbotrons, completely tired, falling asleep to Glycerine, one of my favorite Bush songs. Pretty contented. The song ends. Gavin, obviously inebriated, says “You know what’s great about this? We’re ALL TOGETHER. The black man, the white man, the Englishman, the American, man we’re ALL here TOGETHER at WOODSTOCK!” I looked at my friend, he looked at me, and we decided it was time to leave before Gavin said anything to make us loose complete respect for him.

DON PEDRO: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

BEATRICE: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. -Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Sc: i