It's About Time

HHH was a career politician who accomplished nothing of significance as I recall it. A good thing he was not elected President. imp
 

Meanderer said:
Time Slips Away!
Shocking Blue was a Dutch rock band from The Hague formed in 1967. Their biggest hit "Venus" went to #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in February 1970, and the group disbanded in 1974.
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We always believed Shocking Blue to be singing verse about some kind of drug activity, their line seemed to sound like, "I'm you vial of joy-desire". imp
 
"The group's guitarist Robbie Van Leeuwen wrote this song. The group is from The Netherlands, which led to an interesting translation problem when Shocking Blue lead singer Mariska Veres sang the English lyrics. Van Leeuwen wrote the first line down incorrectly: what was supposed to be "A goddess on the mountain top" he wrote as "A goddness on the mountain top," and that's exactly how Veres sang it. Most listeners didn't notice, and the many cover versions corrected the error, but the result was a #1 hit with a misspoken first line thanks to a typo".
http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1402
 

I've totally lost myself in this thread. Best thread I've seen yet on Senior Forums because it has inspired me to do a series of 3 paintings and name the Series "It's About Time" (if you don't mind). When that one guy in post #11 said to do something "Even some butterfly wings", it reminded me of the painting I did with a flock of birds. There's more to it than just the birds which ties it to the "Time" theme.

I already have the first two of the series painted. When I painted them I didn't have a title for them and had no idea they would be so fitting for "It's About Time". I knew they had a connection but couldn't quite put it into words. Now I have it! Thank you for the inspiration Meanderer. When I complete the third painting of the series, I'll post them in my Art thread.
 
imp said:
HHH was a career politician who accomplished nothing of significance as I recall it. A good thing he was not elected President. imp
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Hi Imp! The post was not about Hubert Humphrey, but the name of the show was Longines Chronoscope (makers of timepieces) and the interview itself is a slice of time from 1953, that shows the difference in political interviews when compared to today. I agree, he was like a piece of furniture that was kept around because it was comfortable. Sometimes, we need that.
 
Lara said:
that was scary but interesting…on a lighter note... :)
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Yeah, that last one, with the creepy clocks,was a border-line pick!:)

It takes time...to become real! I agree. Our Grand Daughter had a stuffed rabbit that she sucked the ears of. After a time, Grandma needed to sew new ears on the bunny, and since it was nearing the end of the year, we sent a card with it that read "Happy New Ears"!:)
 
Philip Zimbardo: The psychology of time

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http://www.ted.com/talks/philip_zimbardo_prescribes_a_healthy_take_on_time?language=en#t-186425
 
Terry Clarke "Its About Time" In His Own Words


The Terry Clarke Quartet (Juno Jazz All Stars) Passion Dance-Lula lounge
 
I first read this poem as a school girl, and these lines


" But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;"

"The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace."


stayed in my head and haunted me. It haunts me still.

I think its funny that something so beautiful was created as a tool for seduction. It would have worked on me though.






To his coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
 
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