Ohhhh Peter

[mike]

To the Moon by Soselo
Josef Stalin

Move tirelessly
Do not hang your head
Scatter the mist of the clouds
The Lord's Providence is great.
Gently smile at the earth
Stretched out beneath you;
Sing a lullaby to the glacier
Strung down from the heavens.
Know for certain that once
Struck down to the ground, an oppressed man
Strives again to reach the pure mountain,
When exalted by hope.
So, lovely moon, as before
Glimmer through the clouds;
Pleasantly in the azure vault
Make your beams play.
But I shall undo my vest
And thrust out my chest to the moon,
With outstretched arms, I shall revere
The spreader of light upon the earth!

Kinda nice...I thought...kinda.
Mike

[mike]

oh yeah... anybody know who wrote that song- 'too much time on my hands'???

'2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2. Too much time on my hands!'

[peter]

Damn. The one guy who knows Georgian mountains has to have spare time on his hands. Farewell my poet friend Soso aka Koba aka much worse names. I need a new signature now.

[mike]

Yeah, I'm at a loss for names these days too- and only 2 months to go.

I did meet a guy named John Bezilla though and that's created a new brain tune for the past few days- 'Oh no, you say we got to go. Go, go Bezilla!'

[peter]

oh yeah... anybody know who wrote that song- 'too much time on my hands'???

If I admit to knowing the answer at my age, I might as well have crossed that river already.

As for 'Oh no, you say we got to go. Go, go Bezilla!', it sounds like a Dorse original.

P.