Pub songs: Now Playing: (_________)

[Mohan.C]

Came to the pub and looked around for a familiar face. For once, he had come with no friends. "Hmmm, I am not used to drinking alone, So, what shall I do now. May be I shouldn't have come today." he thought.
"Well, what the heck, since I've come anyway...."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYlgrLbsqAg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3SxCph5I1Q

[labelwench]

Observing that all were watching Labelwench and Caramel's spontaneous performance, Robert reached up and took down the clock from the wall.

If you cannot see a clock, does time stand still?

In the Many World's Pub, anything you can imagine, be it not harmful to any, is possible....

[labelwench]

As the strains of Blue Moon faded to a close, Mohan entered the pub, and took over with a new musical selection.

Of one accord, the woman and the horse approached Mohan, and he came willingly to the floor. With Caramel centered between them, they flowed to the music of "Society", the talented equine flicking her ears between dancing partners, mirroring each by turn, and ever so subtly, herding them together, around, apart and so they continued, with Caramel leading the dance, without apparently doing so....

[austintorn@aol.com]

Austin installed a video that he took a the LHC—the Cathedral of Science. It show the higgs boson and antimatter. The song is 'The God Particle'. The particles must have like the song, for they dance to its beat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnpICoXRU80

[Meem]

The many worlds pub, it's a http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Prokh...eature=related
Meem walks past a wing chun dummy to stone surface and finds the meaning of 42
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdJ_B...eature=related
and 24
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVwXj...eature=related
but the strangest thing of all, he can't tell if he's watching it or doing it ... or even both ..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DS66E...eature=related

[Mohan.C]

Even as he danced to the tune. He wondered "What is this music that is humming inside my head. It is not the song now playing, which one is it? He could not place it, may be it was this one..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNafWbdriW0

[Meem]

and just like that the songs changes again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyW9864AXVk

[labelwench]

Mohan had been most courteous ( and courageous, some remarked), to accept the invitation to dance with Caramel and her rider. He was graceful, light on his feet, and intuitive in following cues from both of his dancing partners.

They now yielded the floor to Meem who was demonstrating Tai Chi and several others, who were engaged in some choreographed bike-dancing to music. Considerable balance and skill, not to mention strength, was required for these interesting undertakings.

Austin was involved, setting up a three-D light show, with delightful dancing particles, which further enhanced the atmosphere inside the pub.

Zelta remained motionless, contemplating a point in space, through which the particles, unleashed by Austin, flickered. Several danced on the bridge of Zelta’s nose. He paid them no mind. There was something subtly unreal about Zelta’s composure….

Meanwhile, behind the bar, Robert had completed his lengthy preparations. He pressed a button on his administrator’s panel, and the far wall slid open to reveal a patio, beyond which lay a white sand beach and a gentle surf.

There was a full moon shining down from a starlight velvet sky. A way down the beach was a campfire flickering, beckoning to Caramel and her rider, who were drawn to same, as a moth to a flame. Caramel walked ahead alertly, her hooves leaving small divots in the sand. Arriving at the campfire, they found an assortment of refreshments, among them, a pan of special granola with sliced apples for Caramel, who immediately spied and sampled same.

The woman noted freshly trimmed sticks and surmised that some of the choices would require cooking. Some plump white marshmallows were near, and she skewered a couple, and crouched by the fire to patiently roast them. It had been a very long time since she had roasted a marshmallow and she envisioned the golden brown outside being pulled crispy and warm from the soft center of the marshmallow, which would then be roasted a second time. Occasionally, one could repeat this process three times, a roasting masterpiece.

Caramel was now sporting with the waves, trotting out on the moist packed sand as the waves retreated, and then wheeling quickly and racing ahead of them, back to the beach, before starting her stalk over yet again. The mare seemed never to run out of either energy or curiosity, and she enjoyed Caramel’s antics with the waves.

“This is some hologram,” she thought, as she nibbled at the first roasting of the marshmallows……

[Meem]

Meem channels the energy in the room quickly and begins to push and pull the clouds and the tide. Ripples in the ethereal begin to emanate from his third eye. Several flow in-sync down to the floor, and there appears a cosmic microphone. He listens carefully, there seems to be some sort of feedback occurring ... there is a high pitched ring in his ears. In order to avoid re-verb he speaks softly into the mic, "Hello, hello, is this thing on ... is anyone out there?"

His eyes close, and he begins to focus on the connection he feels. he breathes slowly, imagining there is a butterfly resting on his lip, which he does not wish to flutter away. He can feel the air from its wings, angel-soft. A song begins to play, and the microphone channels back into him. The cloud coming from him begins to vibrate and it is singing a song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP5BO...eature=related
There is a feint echo calling back ... duplicity ... singularity ... one or two?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrVkE...eature=related

[Meem]

Meem thinks he is dreaming but he knows he's not. There is a distant memory of a dream. Two paths, taken down one and lead to another. A white robed old man that had a soft glow all about him, a silver platform shaped like a sun, and arms raised it is done. It means something he tells himself. He wakes and immediately begins to sketch the old man with clear Celestine crystal "hair," and the sun where he was centered. He thinks, "what is this?" He cannot shake himself loose, or it loose of him. Lucid dreams of swimming through the air like a turtle. Through the clouds and into space ... to another time to another place, and back down again ... to see a friend.

He keeps thinking, this cannot be me. "Something is coming to me, or am I going to it," he asks those around. He's heard whispers long ago ... "is it him, so passive." Something is building everywhere, he is aware of it. He looks about, at, over, under, above, and through all around. There is a the soft giggle, a smooth voice, a beckoning call. It is not like anything he's been able to recall, but is sure it was something he was always looking for. He speaks nothing of what he really thinking, but to one who has unlocked something hidden. It has been stirred before, but never quenched quite like this. He asks
Meem makes his way round the room, slowly but surely hand over wrist in behind his back. His hair seems to be growing whiter, and brighter with each step.
Labelwench, "what is my label, my name, my taste, my spirit? There is something on the wind and softly I hear it."
Mohan.C, "what do you see?"
Austintorn,"How did you know I was torn in my choice to go? To see the masters assembled at the show."
Zelta, "Who is the lady in the water? Is she unreal?"
Robert, "What are you doing back there, behind the scenes? I have a memory of the moon, a rose, and silver sun beams. There is a blue woman in the mist calling my name. "Wake up, wake up," she whispers.

A strangers voice unseen speaks, "Precious few are born with it, even fewer know what to do it." "Meem," it says, "you are a natural, and you know it, the time is coming when you must show it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRMz8fKkG2g
What dreams may come
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgtrzD65Fpc