what is the silence telling us?

[shapeshifter]

day after day alone on the hill
the man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
but nobody wants to know him
they can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

but the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

well on the way, his head in a cloud
the man of a thousand voices
is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to notice

but the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

[EBasil]

Let me ask my grandpa about those lyrics and I'll get back to you.

[nbhcdownhill]

The Beatles "'The Fool on the Hill" off of The Magical Mystery tour. This song is about a man who stands still and does absolutley nothing, in metaphor this song means you can learn alot by just listening.

[satori]

i think that one of the most valuable things to be found in 'the silence' is a sense of origin. there are things that have always been and will always be, regardless of the frenzied changes we and our surroundings go through. I feel that within what could maybe be called 'the silence', there is a source of strength and connectedness which one can tap into.

[skategeezer]

silence is golden or

actions speak louder than words....

[Momona Boe]

when a problem comes along, you must whip it

[shapeshifter]

...before the cream sits out too long
you must whip it
when somethings going wrong
you must whip it

now whip it
into shape
shape it up
get straight
go forward
move ahead
try to detect it
its not too late
to whip it
into shape
shape it up
get straight
go forward
move ahead
try to detect it
its not too late
to whip it
whip it good!

[skategeezer]

Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh- oh
What can you do?
What can you do?
With a brat like this always on your back
What can you do? (lose? )

[mangels]

Starkle, starkle, little twink.
Who the heck I are you think.
I am not so think as you drunk I am,
but some thinkle peep I are.

[king edward]

Originally Posted by Momona Boe

when a problem comes along, you must whip it

I've been thinking about urethane bennett bushings alot lately too...

[clarkie]

...So I lit a fire isn't it good Chinese wood.

[EBasil]

Nicely done, Clarkie.

[EBasil]

Get yo hippie groove on and hit the high notes!

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to skate with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I carve alone
On narrow streets my skills I hone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I rode up to guys skating a ramp
When my eyes were stabbed by the site of them riding blanks
That seemed so rank
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand skaters, maybe more.
Skaters talking without speaking,
Skaters hearing without listening,
Skaters grinding rails and grabbing air
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Blanks like a cancer grow.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the skaters bowed and prayed
To the maple god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

[shapeshifter]

okay, i see where we're taking this now...


day after day carving the hill
the man with the shiteating grin
is styling perfect yet still
everybody wants to stop him
they can see he's just having fun
while he's sliding away from danger

but the fool on the hill
sees his board is just brown
from all the money that he saved
buying blanks so sweet and sound

racing away, her head in a dome
a woman of unlimited choices
pumps just a little bit stoned
but nobody ever times her
nor reset cones that she knocks down
though she seldom tries to criddle

but the fool on the hill
sees the malls in her town
sell the brands that are dead
with the iasc bearing down