Word: note
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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What makes the album uniquely Lennon's, though, is his penchant for enigmatic lyrics. His messages verge on the opaque, although the main theme almost always becomes salient by a song's last note. On "Home," a meld of late-era Beatles and guitar-heavy modern rock, "The broken glass that fades/The past is a parade of countless days/Painting patterns in the sand" vaults Sean out of escapism into confronting his legacy in order to move on. "Mystery Juice" is an exception to the rule as Sean makes himself completely indiscernible: "They stole the show and towed the rowboat/Though slow/We...
...Rudolph reportedly told the storekeeper, "I will not be found by federal agents or dogs," and as if to underline his confidence, according to the New York Times, he even left a handwritten note in the abandoned truck explaining that it belonged to the well-liked Nordmann. That suggests Rudolph may be trying to move toward an endgame, an impression reinforced by one other detail: The fugitive reportedly asked Nordmann for a detailed map of were the federal agents are staying. So far his exploits seem calculated to make him a legend in the fringe world of right-wing militias...
...casual parody of a pitcher's full windup toward the plate. Every easy toss was delivered at a speed greater than a good high school fastball pitcher could generate. Thwack, thwack, thwack in the leather. And the silence between the men on the field. It was interesting to note that even at their level, this was still a game of catch...
...though; there are still plenty of bugs: a search of the word sex returned no results. (Sex education, however, was chock-full of advice that most parents would probably tolerate.) Then again, a search of the word gay yielded no entries; inexplicably, queer returned 10 pages' worth of stuff. (Note to Lycos: one of the first entries is from a gay adult looking for adult e-mail pals--not child-friendly...
Dwelling in the sulfurously lighted basement apartment of Simon's house, Henry is the Devil--a devil, anyway--with a gift for inspiring those he does not repel. An apt pupil, Simon composes a long poem that some people hate ("Drop dead," reads a publisher's rejection note; "keep your day job") but others champion. Simon becomes a literary celebrity, and in gratitude to his mentor says he will insist that his publisher also issue Henry's opus. Then, alas, he reads...