On Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 12:45:08 AM UTC-5, Manwolf wrote:
> msifg wrote:
> >
> > "Dale Houstman" <dm...@skypoint.com> wrote in message
> > news:_aednUV4lMxWzxfU...@skypoint.com...
> >> George Dance wrote:
> >>> Benediction
> >>>
> >>> Nothing is changed by the rising sun
> >>> itself, yet darkness retreats;
> >>
> >> That's a very bad enjambment, and a non-intriguing paradox: if
> >> "nothing is
> >> changed" by the rising sun, then how can "darkness retreat" since
> >> that's a
> >> change?
> >
> >
> > maybe he's just noticing it.
> >
> >
> > This isn't even to mention the utter flat dullness of
> >> the opening two lines, which are really only informing us that sunrise
> >> means less darkness. Not exactly a poetic revelation, or even a
> >> particularly sharp observation. More along the lines of a massively
> >> stoned
> >> dullard noticing they have five fingers on each hand.
> >
> > more of your self-indulgent prose acting as criticism.
> > you really should get over yourself.
> >
> >
> >>
> >>> behind me, land skull-white to soon be green,
> >>
> >> Awkward to a fault...
> >>
> >>> before, grey ocean to be vivid aqua,
> >>
> >> These are stunningly dull sub-images, which keep reiterating the
> >> obvious -
> >> that the sunrise (which supposedly changes nothing) adds color to the
> >> things of darkness. It wasn't actually worth saying once, and you can't
> >> stop saying it. Extremely boring stuff that, and none of it redeemed by a
> >> clever bit of language, or a neatly-constructed image...
> >
> > it works for a boring newsgroup where trolls and
> > cheap shot critics swoop down on a regular basis.
> >
> >
> >>
> >>> all of it now enlightened, all of it
> >>> particles in random chaos,
> >> > molecules in rigid stasis,
> >>
> >> From the banal hammering home of a mediocre "idea" to flights of moronic
> >> "scientific" abstraction. Hideous...
> >
> > it might be combining the mysticism of the sacrament
> > with some of the scientific observations concerning
> > the sacrament. charles leadbeater's work comes to mind.
> >
> >
> >>
> >>> so much from void; my eyes the very same
> >>> giving it all the beauty,
> >>> my words the meaning,
> >>> my hearing all the song. I am
> >>> the hub, the fixed point,
> >>> the still point without which there is no dance
> >>> and there is always the dance,
> >>> motion and stillness ever entwined,
> >>> now illuminated. Yet
> >>
> >> Really and truly horrible: an ugly mixture of pretentious mysticism lite
> >> and the image-less horror of one-dimensional abstraction all tied up in
> >> the sensation of pure hackney-dom.
> >
> > not as boring as your disinterested prose that lacks
> > any kind of feeling and is chuck full of random meaningless
> > images that fall flat with every projection. your stuff
> > makes absolutely no sense. you're the last person that
> > should be grasping for meaning behind every corner.
> >
> >
> >>
> >>> nothing is changed, no, nothing is new
> >>> but a fresh breeze from the sea; and on the sea
> >>> another ship charts course, cutting
> >>> prow through breakers, churning
> >>> blades amid the foam, curling
> >>> sheets of white water
> >>> around the mewing gulls.
> >>
> >> It's really quite empty isn't it? A badly done exercise in "poetic
> >> contemplation" that is bereft of actual poetry, gutted of human
> >> observation, and exiled to a black pit of sentimental noodle-work in
> >> place
> >> of writing. A typical posterior production of yours.
> >>
> >> dmh
> >
> > it's ok.
> > it's not great.
> > however, we're all just having fun
> > while you keep firing your guns
> > like no other waste of time.
> >
> > try finding the good in things once in awhile.
> > life is very short.
> > cynicism is your spiritual bane.
> > before you know it, you'll be standing on the
> > cusp of a brilliant idea and shooing it away
> > like so many butterflies you've swatted down.
> >
> > lighten up.
> >
> I'm just mad about Saffron
> Saffron's mad about me
> I'm just mad about Saffron
> She's just mad about me
> They call me mellow yellow
> (Quite rightly)
> They call me mellow yellow
> (Quite rightly)
> They call me mellow yellow
> Born high forever to fly
> Wind velocity nil
> Wanna high forever to fly
> If you want your cup our fill
> (So mellow, he's so yellow)
> Electrical banana
> Is gonna be a sudden craze
> Electrical banana
> Is bound to be the very next phase
> They call it mellow yellow
> (Quite rightly)
> They call me mellow yellow
> (Quite rightly)
> They call me mellow yellow

I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...

On Sunday, March 5, 2023 at 5:16:35 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 12:45:08 AM UTC-5, Manwolf wrote:
> > msifg wrote:
> > >
> > > "Dale Houstman" <dm...@skypoint.com> wrote in message
> > > news:_aednUV4lMxWzxfU...@skypoint.com...
> > >> George Dance wrote:
> > >>> Benediction
> > >>>
> > >>> Nothing is changed by the rising sun
> > >>> itself, yet darkness retreats;
> > >>
> > >> That's a very bad enjambment, and a non-intriguing paradox: if
> > >> "nothing is
> > >> changed" by the rising sun, then how can "darkness retreat" since
> > >> that's a
> > >> change?
> > >
> > >
> > > maybe he's just noticing it.
> > >
> > >
> > > This isn't even to mention the utter flat dullness of
> > >> the opening two lines, which are really only informing us that sunrise
> > >> means less darkness. Not exactly a poetic revelation, or even a
> > >> particularly sharp observation. More along the lines of a massively
> > >> stoned
> > >> dullard noticing they have five fingers on each hand.
> > >
> > > more of your self-indulgent prose acting as criticism.
> > > you really should get over yourself.
> > >
> > >
> > >>
> > >>> behind me, land skull-white to soon be green,
> > >>
> > >> Awkward to a fault...
> > >>
> > >>> before, grey ocean to be vivid aqua,
> > >>
> > >> These are stunningly dull sub-images, which keep reiterating the
> > >> obvious -
> > >> that the sunrise (which supposedly changes nothing) adds color to the
> > >> things of darkness. It wasn't actually worth saying once, and you can't
> > >> stop saying it. Extremely boring stuff that, and none of it redeemed by a
> > >> clever bit of language, or a neatly-constructed image...
> > >
> > > it works for a boring newsgroup where trolls and
> > > cheap shot critics swoop down on a regular basis.
> > >
> > >
> > >>
> > >>> all of it now enlightened, all of it
> > >>> particles in random chaos,
> > >> > molecules in rigid stasis,
> > >>
> > >> From the banal hammering home of a mediocre "idea" to flights of moronic
> > >> "scientific" abstraction. Hideous...
> > >
> > > it might be combining the mysticism of the sacrament
> > > with some of the scientific observations concerning
> > > the sacrament. charles leadbeater's work comes to mind.
> > >
> > >
> > >>
> > >>> so much from void; my eyes the very same
> > >>> giving it all the beauty,
> > >>> my words the meaning,
> > >>> my hearing all the song. I am
> > >>> the hub, the fixed point,
> > >>> the still point without which there is no dance
> > >>> and there is always the dance,
> > >>> motion and stillness ever entwined,
> > >>> now illuminated. Yet
> > >>
> > >> Really and truly horrible: an ugly mixture of pretentious mysticism lite
> > >> and the image-less horror of one-dimensional abstraction all tied up in
> > >> the sensation of pure hackney-dom.
> > >
> > > not as boring as your disinterested prose that lacks
> > > any kind of feeling and is chuck full of random meaningless
> > > images that fall flat with every projection. your stuff
> > > makes absolutely no sense. you're the last person that
> > > should be grasping for meaning behind every corner.
> > >
> > >
> > >>
> > >>> nothing is changed, no, nothing is new
> > >>> but a fresh breeze from the sea; and on the sea
> > >>> another ship charts course, cutting
> > >>> prow through breakers, churning
> > >>> blades amid the foam, curling
> > >>> sheets of white water
> > >>> around the mewing gulls.
> > >>
> > >> It's really quite empty isn't it? A badly done exercise in "poetic
> > >> contemplation" that is bereft of actual poetry, gutted of human
> > >> observation, and exiled to a black pit of sentimental noodle-work in
> > >> place
> > >> of writing. A typical posterior production of yours.
> > >>
> > >> dmh
> > >
> > > it's ok.
> > > it's not great.
> > > however, we're all just having fun
> > > while you keep firing your guns
> > > like no other waste of time.
> > >
> > > try finding the good in things once in awhile.
> > > life is very short.
> > > cynicism is your spiritual bane.
> > > before you know it, you'll be standing on the
> > > cusp of a brilliant idea and shooing it away
> > > like so many butterflies you've swatted down.
> > >
> > > lighten up.
> > >
> > I'm just mad about Saffron
> > Saffron's mad about me
> > I'm just mad about Saffron
> > She's just mad about me
> > They call me mellow yellow
> > (Quite rightly)
> > They call me mellow yellow
> > (Quite rightly)
> > They call me mellow yellow
> > Born high forever to fly
> > Wind velocity nil
> > Wanna high forever to fly
> > If you want your cup our fill
> > (So mellow, he's so yellow)
> > Electrical banana
> > Is gonna be a sudden craze
> > Electrical banana
> > Is bound to be the very next phase
> > They call it mellow yellow
> > (Quite rightly)
> > They call me mellow yellow
> > (Quite rightly)
> > They call me mellow yellow
>
>
> I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...

Same here.

Will Dockery wrote:

> On Sunday, March 5, 2023 at 5:16:35 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> Manwolf wrote:
>> > msifg wrote:
>> > > "Dale Houstman" <dm...@skypoint.com> wrote in message
>> > > news:_aednUV4lMxWzxfU...@skypoint.com...
>> > >> George Dance wrote:
>
>> > >>> Benediction
>> > >>>
>> > >>> Nothing is changed by the rising sun
>> > >>> itself, yet darkness retreats;
>> > >>
>> > >> That's a very bad enjambment, and a non-intriguing paradox: if
>> > >> "nothing is
>> > >> changed" by the rising sun, then how can "darkness retreat" since
>> > >> that's a
>> > >> change?
>> > >
>> > >
>> > > maybe he's just noticing it.
>> > >
>> > >
>> > > This isn't even to mention the utter flat dullness of
>> > >> the opening two lines, which are really only informing us that sunrise
>> > >> means less darkness. Not exactly a poetic revelation, or even a
>> > >> particularly sharp observation. More along the lines of a massively
>> > >> stoned
>> > >> dullard noticing they have five fingers on each hand.
>> > >
>> > > more of your self-indulgent prose acting as criticism.
>> > > you really should get over yourself.
>> > >
>> > >
>> > >>
>> > >>> behind me, land skull-white to soon be green,
>> > >>
>> > >> Awkward to a fault...
>> > >>
>> > >>> before, grey ocean to be vivid aqua,
>> > >>
>> > >> These are stunningly dull sub-images, which keep reiterating the
>> > >> obvious -
>> > >> that the sunrise (which supposedly changes nothing) adds color to the
>> > >> things of darkness. It wasn't actually worth saying once, and you can't
>> > >> stop saying it. Extremely boring stuff that, and none of it redeemed by a
>> > >> clever bit of language, or a neatly-constructed image...
>> > >
>> > > it works for a boring newsgroup where trolls and
>> > > cheap shot critics swoop down on a regular basis.
>> > >
>> > >
>> > >>
>> > >>> all of it now enlightened, all of it
>> > >>> particles in random chaos,
>> > >> > molecules in rigid stasis,
>> > >>
>> > >> From the banal hammering home of a mediocre "idea" to flights of moronic
>> > >> "scientific" abstraction. Hideous...
>> > >
>> > > it might be combining the mysticism of the sacrament
>> > > with some of the scientific observations concerning
>> > > the sacrament. charles leadbeater's work comes to mind.
>> > >
>> > >
>> > >>
>> > >>> so much from void; my eyes the very same
>> > >>> giving it all the beauty,
>> > >>> my words the meaning,
>> > >>> my hearing all the song. I am
>> > >>> the hub, the fixed point,
>> > >>> the still point without which there is no dance
>> > >>> and there is always the dance,
>> > >>> motion and stillness ever entwined,
>> > >>> now illuminated. Yet
>> > >>
>> > >> Really and truly horrible: an ugly mixture of pretentious mysticism lite
>> > >> and the image-less horror of one-dimensional abstraction all tied up in
>> > >> the sensation of pure hackney-dom.
>> > >
>> > > not as boring as your disinterested prose that lacks
>> > > any kind of feeling and is chuck full of random meaningless
>> > > images that fall flat with every projection. your stuff
>> > > makes absolutely no sense. you're the last person that
>> > > should be grasping for meaning behind every corner.
>> > >
>> > >
>> > >>
>> > >>> nothing is changed, no, nothing is new
>> > >>> but a fresh breeze from the sea; and on the sea
>> > >>> another ship charts course, cutting
>> > >>> prow through breakers, churning
>> > >>> blades amid the foam, curling
>> > >>> sheets of white water
>> > >>> around the mewing gulls.
>> > >>
>> > >> It's really quite empty isn't it? A badly done exercise in "poetic
>> > >> contemplation" that is bereft of actual poetry, gutted of human
>> > >> observation, and exiled to a black pit of sentimental noodle-work in
>> > >> place
>> > >> of writing. A typical posterior production of yours.
>> > >>
>> > >> dmh
>> > >
>> > > it's ok.
>> > > it's not great.
>> > > however, we're all just having fun
>> > > while you keep firing your guns
>> > > like no other waste of time.
>> > >
>> > > try finding the good in things once in awhile.
>> > > life is very short.
>> > > cynicism is your spiritual bane.
>> > > before you know it, you'll be standing on the
>> > > cusp of a brilliant idea and shooing it away
>> > > like so many butterflies you've swatted down.
>> > >
>> > > lighten up.
>> > >
>> > I'm just mad about Saffron
>> > Saffron's mad about me
>> > I'm just mad about Saffron
>> > She's just mad about me
>> > They call me mellow yellow
>> > (Quite rightly)
>> > They call me mellow yellow
>> > (Quite rightly)
>> > They call me mellow yellow
>> > Born high forever to fly
>> > Wind velocity nil
>> > Wanna high forever to fly
>> > If you want your cup our fill
>> > (So mellow, he's so yellow)
>> > Electrical banana
>> > Is gonna be a sudden craze
>> > Electrical banana
>> > Is bound to be the very next phase
>> > They call it mellow yellow
>> > (Quite rightly)
>> > They call me mellow yellow
>> > (Quite rightly)
>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>
>>
>> I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...

> Same here.

I remember you even covered a couple of Donovan songs some number of years back, Doc.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Sunday, March 5, 2023 at 5:16:35 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>>> Manwolf wrote:
>>> > msifg wrote:
>>> > > "Dale Houstman" <dm...@skypoint.com> wrote in message
>>> > > news:_aednUV4lMxWzxfU...@skypoint.com...
>>> > >> George Dance wrote:
>>
>>> > >>> Benediction
>>> > >>>
>>> > >>> Nothing is changed by the rising sun
>>> > >>> itself, yet darkness retreats;
>>> > >>
>>> > >> That's a very bad enjambment, and a non-intriguing paradox: if
>>> > >> "nothing is
>>> > >> changed" by the rising sun, then how can "darkness retreat" since
>>> > >> that's a
>>> > >> change?
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > > maybe he's just noticing it.
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > > This isn't even to mention the utter flat dullness of
>>> > >> the opening two lines, which are really only informing us that sunrise
>>> > >> means less darkness. Not exactly a poetic revelation, or even a
>>> > >> particularly sharp observation. More along the lines of a massively
>>> > >> stoned
>>> > >> dullard noticing they have five fingers on each hand.
>>> > >
>>> > > more of your self-indulgent prose acting as criticism.
>>> > > you really should get over yourself.
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > >>
>>> > >>> behind me, land skull-white to soon be green,
>>> > >>
>>> > >> Awkward to a fault...
>>> > >>
>>> > >>> before, grey ocean to be vivid aqua,
>>> > >>
>>> > >> These are stunningly dull sub-images, which keep reiterating the
>>> > >> obvious -
>>> > >> that the sunrise (which supposedly changes nothing) adds color to the
>>> > >> things of darkness. It wasn't actually worth saying once, and you can't
>>> > >> stop saying it. Extremely boring stuff that, and none of it redeemed by a
>>> > >> clever bit of language, or a neatly-constructed image...
>>> > >
>>> > > it works for a boring newsgroup where trolls and
>>> > > cheap shot critics swoop down on a regular basis.
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > >>
>>> > >>> all of it now enlightened, all of it
>>> > >>> particles in random chaos,
>>> > >> > molecules in rigid stasis,
>>> > >>
>>> > >> From the banal hammering home of a mediocre "idea" to flights of moronic
>>> > >> "scientific" abstraction. Hideous...
>>> > >
>>> > > it might be combining the mysticism of the sacrament
>>> > > with some of the scientific observations concerning
>>> > > the sacrament. charles leadbeater's work comes to mind.
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > >>
>>> > >>> so much from void; my eyes the very same
>>> > >>> giving it all the beauty,
>>> > >>> my words the meaning,
>>> > >>> my hearing all the song. I am
>>> > >>> the hub, the fixed point,
>>> > >>> the still point without which there is no dance
>>> > >>> and there is always the dance,
>>> > >>> motion and stillness ever entwined,
>>> > >>> now illuminated. Yet
>>> > >>
>>> > >> Really and truly horrible: an ugly mixture of pretentious mysticism lite
>>> > >> and the image-less horror of one-dimensional abstraction all tied up in
>>> > >> the sensation of pure hackney-dom.
>>> > >
>>> > > not as boring as your disinterested prose that lacks
>>> > > any kind of feeling and is chuck full of random meaningless
>>> > > images that fall flat with every projection. your stuff
>>> > > makes absolutely no sense. you're the last person that
>>> > > should be grasping for meaning behind every corner.
>>> > >
>>> > >
>>> > >>
>>> > >>> nothing is changed, no, nothing is new
>>> > >>> but a fresh breeze from the sea; and on the sea
>>> > >>> another ship charts course, cutting
>>> > >>> prow through breakers, churning
>>> > >>> blades amid the foam, curling
>>> > >>> sheets of white water
>>> > >>> around the mewing gulls.
>>> > >>
>>> > >> It's really quite empty isn't it? A badly done exercise in "poetic
>>> > >> contemplation" that is bereft of actual poetry, gutted of human
>>> > >> observation, and exiled to a black pit of sentimental noodle-work in
>>> > >> place
>>> > >> of writing. A typical posterior production of yours.
>>> > >>
>>> > >> dmh
>>> > >
>>> > > it's ok.
>>> > > it's not great.
>>> > > however, we're all just having fun
>>> > > while you keep firing your guns
>>> > > like no other waste of time.
>>> > >
>>> > > try finding the good in things once in awhile.
>>> > > life is very short.
>>> > > cynicism is your spiritual bane.
>>> > > before you know it, you'll be standing on the
>>> > > cusp of a brilliant idea and shooing it away
>>> > > like so many butterflies you've swatted down.
>>> > >
>>> > > lighten up.
>>> > >
>>> > I'm just mad about Saffron
>>> > Saffron's mad about me
>>> > I'm just mad about Saffron
>>> > She's just mad about me
>>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>> > (Quite rightly)
>>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>> > (Quite rightly)
>>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>> > Born high forever to fly
>>> > Wind velocity nil
>>> > Wanna high forever to fly
>>> > If you want your cup our fill
>>> > (So mellow, he's so yellow)
>>> > Electrical banana
>>> > Is gonna be a sudden craze
>>> > Electrical banana
>>> > Is bound to be the very next phase
>>> > They call it mellow yellow
>>> > (Quite rightly)
>>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>> > (Quite rightly)
>>> > They call me mellow yellow
>>>
>>>
>>> I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...

>> Same here.

> I remember you even covered a couple of Donovan songs some number of years back, Doc.

"Sunshine Superman" mostly.

Zod wrote:

> On Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 12:45:08 AM UTC-5, Manwolf wrote:
>> msifg wrote:
>> >
>> > "Dale Houstman" <dm...@skypoint.com> wrote in message
>> > news:_aednUV4lMxWzxfU...@skypoint.com...
>> >> George Dance wrote:
>> >>> Benediction
>> >>>
>> >>> Nothing is changed by the rising sun
>> >>> itself, yet darkness retreats;
>> >>
>> >> That's a very bad enjambment, and a non-intriguing paradox: if
>> >> "nothing is
>> >> changed" by the rising sun, then how can "darkness retreat" since
>> >> that's a
>> >> change?
>> >
>> >
>> > maybe he's just noticing it.
>> >
>> >
>> > This isn't even to mention the utter flat dullness of
>> >> the opening two lines, which are really only informing us that sunrise
>> >> means less darkness. Not exactly a poetic revelation, or even a
>> >> particularly sharp observation. More along the lines of a massively
>> >> stoned
>> >> dullard noticing they have five fingers on each hand.
>> >
>> > more of your self-indulgent prose acting as criticism.
>> > you really should get over yourself.
>> >
>> >
>> >>
>> >>> behind me, land skull-white to soon be green,
>> >>
>> >> Awkward to a fault...
>> >>
>> >>> before, grey ocean to be vivid aqua,
>> >>
>> >> These are stunningly dull sub-images, which keep reiterating the
>> >> obvious -
>> >> that the sunrise (which supposedly changes nothing) adds color to the
>> >> things of darkness. It wasn't actually worth saying once, and you can't
>> >> stop saying it. Extremely boring stuff that, and none of it redeemed by a
>> >> clever bit of language, or a neatly-constructed image...
>> >
>> > it works for a boring newsgroup where trolls and
>> > cheap shot critics swoop down on a regular basis.
>> >
>> >
>> >>
>> >>> all of it now enlightened, all of it
>> >>> particles in random chaos,
>> >> > molecules in rigid stasis,
>> >>
>> >> From the banal hammering home of a mediocre "idea" to flights of moronic
>> >> "scientific" abstraction. Hideous...
>> >
>> > it might be combining the mysticism of the sacrament
>> > with some of the scientific observations concerning
>> > the sacrament. charles leadbeater's work comes to mind.
>> >
>> >
>> >>
>> >>> so much from void; my eyes the very same
>> >>> giving it all the beauty,
>> >>> my words the meaning,
>> >>> my hearing all the song. I am
>> >>> the hub, the fixed point,
>> >>> the still point without which there is no dance
>> >>> and there is always the dance,
>> >>> motion and stillness ever entwined,
>> >>> now illuminated. Yet
>> >>
>> >> Really and truly horrible: an ugly mixture of pretentious mysticism lite
>> >> and the image-less horror of one-dimensional abstraction all tied up in
>> >> the sensation of pure hackney-dom.
>> >
>> > not as boring as your disinterested prose that lacks
>> > any kind of feeling and is chuck full of random meaningless
>> > images that fall flat with every projection. your stuff
>> > makes absolutely no sense. you're the last person that
>> > should be grasping for meaning behind every corner.
>> >
>> >
>> >>
>> >>> nothing is changed, no, nothing is new
>> >>> but a fresh breeze from the sea; and on the sea
>> >>> another ship charts course, cutting
>> >>> prow through breakers, churning
>> >>> blades amid the foam, curling
>> >>> sheets of white water
>> >>> around the mewing gulls.
>> >>
>> >> It's really quite empty isn't it? A badly done exercise in "poetic
>> >> contemplation" that is bereft of actual poetry, gutted of human
>> >> observation, and exiled to a black pit of sentimental noodle-work in
>> >> place
>> >> of writing. A typical posterior production of yours.
>> >>
>> >> dmh
>> >
>> > it's ok.
>> > it's not great.
>> > however, we're all just having fun
>> > while you keep firing your guns
>> > like no other waste of time.
>> >
>> > try finding the good in things once in awhile.
>> > life is very short.
>> > cynicism is your spiritual bane.
>> > before you know it, you'll be standing on the
>> > cusp of a brilliant idea and shooing it away
>> > like so many butterflies you've swatted down.
>> >
>> > lighten up.
>> >
>> I'm just mad about Saffron
>> Saffron's mad about me
>> I'm just mad about Saffron
>> She's just mad about me
>> They call me mellow yellow
>> (Quite rightly)
>> They call me mellow yellow
>> (Quite rightly)
>> They call me mellow yellow
>> Born high forever to fly
>> Wind velocity nil
>> Wanna high forever to fly
>> If you want your cup our fill
>> (So mellow, he's so yellow)
>> Electrical banana
>> Is gonna be a sudden craze
>> Electrical banana
>> Is bound to be the very next phase
>> They call it mellow yellow
>> (Quite rightly)
>> They call me mellow yellow
>> (Quite rightly)
>> They call me mellow yellow

> I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...

I haven't heard anything from Donovan in years.

On Saturday, March 11, 2023 at 8:45:14 AM UTC-5, W-Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> > On Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 12:45:08 AM UTC-5, Manwolf wrote:
> >> >
> >> I'm just mad about Saffron
> >> Saffron's mad about me
> >> I'm just mad about Saffron
> >> She's just mad about me
> >> They call me mellow yellow
> >> (Quite rightly)
> >> They call me mellow yellow
> >> (Quite rightly)
> >> They call me mellow yellow
> >> Born high forever to fly
> >> Wind velocity nil
> >> Wanna high forever to fly
> >> If you want your cup our fill
> >> (So mellow, he's so yellow)
> >> Electrical banana
> >> Is gonna be a sudden craze
> >> Electrical banana
> >> Is bound to be the very next phase
> >> They call it mellow yellow
> >> (Quite rightly)
> >> They call me mellow yellow
> >> (Quite rightly)
> >> They call me mellow yellow
>
> > I'm a Donovan fan from way back, MW...
> I haven't heard anything from Donovan in years.

Now, that's not strictly true. You may not have sat down and listened to him, but he's been on the Dancehall a few times. "Season of the Witch" was on the Hallowe'en Dancehall, e.g. And I've also added his version of "The Universal Soldier" to the War Dancehall -- ironically, right before Dylan's "Talking World War III Blues," with it's notorious "Donovan ... whoever he is" line.