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In Boston's Third Stage album, why do they start off singing about Amanda, but end the album singing about Hollyann?

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bubbycat
Nov. 13th, 2005 04:56 am (UTC)
Is this one of those radio shows you was talking about the other day?
this one said Journey Into Space: Operation Luna . Ps there was a audio clip there too but it said The page cannot be displayed
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when i clicked it. i tried the real player one. maybe there server was down.but it sounded similar to the ones you mentioned the other day you herd while in your car. ps someone should make a burrow show we could listen too :)
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animale
Nov. 14th, 2005 03:24 pm (UTC)
Boston Medical?

Fickle BF? GF upgrade? Freudian slip? Drug use in the music biz?
Thot they were ghey an needed Amanda love (thx, Bart) but would
throw him over for the first Ho (holy-ann? stretching here) that
lys wid 'im?

One thing is clear. Amanda n Hollyann are not lyrics one should
listen to if one is nervous about their own relationship. Amanda
affirms love but asks to be let go while Hollyann laments the
present for past love. Both ballads won appeal with the angsty
teen crowd, sweating the thought that they're unlovable.

Adults *know* they're unlovable and blow past their insecurities
and neuroses to Make Love, here, and now. Sometimes motivated
self-interest, sometimes passionate, sometime just out of fear
of being alone. None of which matters on a cold winter night
when you want a warm familiar in bed. In the long cold winters
of our life (being a psychological state, not a thermal one)
we hope for the best, cope as we can, but doe what we must for
our personal sanity. Plushies get close, but are un-challenging
conversationalists.

Listening to love ballads, and worse, loss-of-love pieces, can
affect ones reality more than canticles with antelope in the KJV
but Only You Can Choose How To Feel. Skip the angsty teen motif,
there's no there, there. Nothing but morose self-absorbed, self-
consuming self-pity.

So we Hug The Bhunnah, bide our time, and know we're loved, even
when we feel unlovable. Perceptual reality is no gauge. ¿Cómo
significativa es la realidad si una puede cambiarla inmediatamente?
Can you trust neurochemical perspective has no observer bias when
you can change it with so little as a chocolate bar anna blowjob?

Rx for mental health: Fresh aire, exercise and sunshine down the
eye pans to thwart S.A.D. Take qd (quaque die), and seek blowjobs,
bhunnah hugz and chocolate as needed. Avoid TV news and angsty
love ballads.
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