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Post by slimyslug on Oct 13, 2007 19:24:24 GMT -5
This one has been brought up at NIR, along with photographs. I'm posting this just to hold the space, because I don't know when time will permit me to bring the material over here, but, imo, it is key to understanding what Iamaphoney has been trying to convey in his Rotten Apple videos at YouTube, and to understanding Beatle history as well. Twin Fauls; Twin "freaks". You will "faul" out of your chair when this one hits you right between the eyezzzzzzap!  |
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Post by slimyslug on Nov 2, 2007 12:16:32 GMT -5
 From the Fob Fylan album "LOVE AND THEFT" released on Tuesday September 11, 2001: Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum(Words and music by "Bob Dylan") LOUD version of it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJWBTQRNLIM Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land of Nod Trustin' their fate to the hands of God They pass by so silently Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire They're takin' a streetcar named Desire Lookin' at a window with a pecan pie Lot of things they'd like they would never buy Neither of them want to turn and run They're makin' a noise to the Sun "His Master's Voice is calling me" Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum I'll have more than thumb ("Tom Thumb's Blues") They walk among the stately trees They know the secrets of the breeze Tweedle Dum said to Tweedle Dee, "Your presence is obnoxious to me. Feel like baby sittin' on a woman's knee." Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane I got love for you, and it's all in vain ("Love In Vain") Brains in a pot, they're beginning to boil They're drippin' with garlic and olive oil Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees Sayin', "Throw me something, Mister, please!" "What's good for you is good for me," Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee. Well, they're living in a happy harmony Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're one day older and a dollar short They got a paid permit and a police escort They're lyin' low and they're makin' hay They seem determined to go all the way They run a brick 'n' tile company Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, a childish dream is a deathless need And a noble truth is a sacred creed My pretty baby, she's looking around She's wearin' a forty-thousand dollar gown Tweedle Dee is a low down sorry old man Tweedle Dum he'll stab you where you stand "I've had too much of your company," said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.  Comments coming soon. |
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Post by slimyslug on Nov 3, 2007 9:56:59 GMT -5
The Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum song alludes to twin characters in the book "Alice In
Wonderland". However in this song, they appear to represent Paul and Faul McCartney, respectively.
That is, if you think of Tweedle Dee as Paul, and Tweedle Dum as Faul, the lyrics will make some
sense to you. Tweedle Dee is the accomplished musician, on whose knee Tweedle Dum sat.
But then, as his abilities increased, Tweedle Dum began to feel that Tweedle Dee had become
a burden, and wanted to sever the tie, and was hoarding the income he was making.
This makes sense if Paul McCartney was incapacitated in some way; either physically or mentally.
He would not be in a position to do public appearences, but would still be able to have
a creative role in "his" career. He would be entitled to income, owning the rights to songs, etc.
as well.
However Faul, apparently, became rather stingy as his need for Paul's input diminished, and sought
to dissolve the tie.
I'm not sure what the references to the Rolling Stones songs represent.
The attempt by Faul to distance himself from Paul is referenced by these lyrics in Neil Young's
"Last Trip to Tulsa":
"I (Paul) was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend (Faul) dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me swing the axe.....
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back."
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Implicit in this discussion is the notion that Paul did not actually die.
Obviously, if he did, then we'd be need to be talking about two Fauls here, but the essense of
the discussion would remain the same.
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Post by beatlies on Nov 3, 2007 18:18:50 GMT -5
Well, T and T are both eggmen !  Here is a youtube video of the real James Paul McCartney's David Frost interview in 1964. He would have been about 22 years old (long since fully grown). He said he thought he would "retire" in two years (would be 1966). That was an accurate prediction. You can see that is head is much smaller and closely proportioned (except for the eye distance, which is wider) than either of the Twin Fauls in the photos in the above post. Therefore I tend to think that neither those Fauls are the true JPM. However, the T and T Fylan song may in fact refer to the interplay between a still-alive-but-replaced JPM and Faul, OR between two seperate imposter Fauls both alternately playing the role of JPM to continue this fraud against the public. www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4YN6ZEw7b4As I've said at NPR, I think a different, younger man began playing the Faul role in 2005, taking the baton from the old "Bill" Faul. Well, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane
I got love for you, and it's all in vain ("Love In Vain") "beat'n'" =Beatles "Driving rain" is a Faul album, also recalls early Fylan's song "A Hard Rain's a Gonna Faul" T The cover of this Faul album shows a rainy window. "window pane" = the name of a type of LSD common in the 1960s and 70s, part of the CIA's psychochemical warfare against the population, part of the mass wool-pulling-over-eyes. "I got love for you and it's all in vain" "Love in Vain" = a Rolling Stones song, two of the Rolling Stones members were also imposter-replaced in the 1960s, Keith Richards and Brian Jones, they should also be on The List. Sgt. Pepper cover: Welcome the Rolling Stones the Good Guys [at WMCA radio]. |
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Post by slimyslug on Nov 4, 2007 11:48:12 GMT -5
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Post by beatlies on Nov 5, 2007 22:51:11 GMT -5
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Post by beatlies on Nov 5, 2007 23:04:15 GMT -5
The eggman goes on about the Fword (Charlie) BRILLIG:
Chapter VI. Humpty Dumpty
However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. ’It can’t be anybody else!’ she said to herself. ’I’m as certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face.’
It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like a Turk, on the top of a high wall–such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how he could keep his balance–and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn’t take the least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure after all.
’And how exactly like an egg he is!’ she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.
’It’s VERY provoking,’ Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, ’to be called an egg– VERY!’
’I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir,’ Alice gently explained. ’And some eggs are very pretty, you know’ she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment.
’Some people,’ said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, ’have no more sense than a baby!’
Alice didn’t know what to say to this: it wasn’t at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to HER; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree–so she stood and softly repeated to herself:–
’Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.’
’That last line is much too long for the poetry,’ she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.
’Don’t stand there chattering to yourself like that,’ Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, ’but tell me your name and your business.’
’My NAME is Alice, but–’
’It’s a stupid enough name!’ Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently. ’What does it mean?’
’MUST a name mean something?’ Alice asked doubtfully.
’Of course it must,’ Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: ’MY name means the shape I am–and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.’
’Why do you sit out here all alone?’ said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument.
’Why, because there’s nobody with me!’ cried Humpty Dumpty. ’Did you think I didn’t know the answer to THAT? Ask another.’
’Don’t you think you’d be safer down on the ground?’ Alice went on, not with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in her good-natured anxiety for the queer creature. ’That wall is so VERY narrow!’
’What tremendously easy riddles you ask!’ Humpty Dumpty growled out. ’Of course I don’t think so! Why, if ever I DID fall off– which there’s no chance of–but IF I did–’ Here he pursed his lips and looked so solemn and grand that Alice could hardly help laughing. ’IF I did fall,’ he went on, ’THE KING HAS PROMISED ME–WITH HIS VERY OWN MOUTH–to–to–’
’To send all his horses and all his men,’ Alice interrupted, rather unwisely.
’Now I declare that’s too bad!’ Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a sudden passion. ’You’ve been listening at doors–and behind trees– and down chimneys–or you couldn’t have known it!’
’I haven’t, indeed!’ Alice said very gently. ’It’s in a book.’
’Ah, well! They may write such things in a BOOK,’ Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone. ’That’s what you call a History of England, that is. Now, take a good look at me! I’m one that has spoken to a King, I am: mayhap you’ll never see such another: and to show you I’m not proud, you may shake hands with me!’ And he grinned almost from ear to ear, as he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the wall in doing so) and offered Alice his hand. She watched him a little anxiously as she took it. ’If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind,’ she thought: ’and then I don’t know what would happen to his head! I’m afraid it would come off!’
’Yes, all his horses and all his men,’ Humpty Dumpty went on. ’They’d pick me up again in a minute, THEY would! However, this conversation is going on a little too fast: let’s go back to the last remark but one.’
’I’m afraid I can’t quite remember it,’ Alice said very politely.
’In that case we start fresh,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ’and it’s my turn to choose a subject–’ (’He talks about it just as if it was a game!’ thought Alice.) ’So here’s a question for you. How old did you say you were?’
Alice made a short calculation, and said ’Seven years and six months.’
’Wrong!’ Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. ’You never said a word like it!’
’I though you meant “How old ARE you?"’ Alice explained.
’If I’d meant that, I’d have said it,’ said Humpty Dumpty.
Alice didn’t want to begin another argument, so she said nothing.
’Seven years and six months!’ Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. ’An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you’d asked MY advice, I’d have said “Leave off at seven"–but it’s too late now.’
’I never ask advice about growing,’ Alice said indignantly.
’Too proud?’ the other inquired.
Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. ’I mean,’ she said, ’that one can’t help growing older.’
’ONE can’t, perhaps,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ’but TWO can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.’
’What a beautiful belt you’ve got on!’ Alice suddenly remarked.
(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) ’At least,’ she corrected herself on second thoughts, ’a beautiful cravat, I should have said–no, a belt, I mean–I beg your pardon!’ she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn’t chosen that subject. ’If I only knew,’ she thought to herself, ’which was neck and which was waist!’
Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a minute or two. When he DID speak again, it was in a deep growl.
’It is a–MOST–PROVOKING–thing,’ he said at last, ’when a person doesn’t know a cravat from a belt!’
’I know it’s very ignorant of me,’ Alice said, in so humble a tone that Humpty Dumpty relented.
’It’s a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It’s a present from the White King and Queen. There now!’
’Is it really?’ said Alice, quite pleased to find that she HAD chosen a good subject, after all.
’They gave it me,’ Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully, as he crossed one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, ’they gave it me–for an un-birthday present.’
’I beg your pardon?’ Alice said with a puzzled air.
’I’m not offended,’ said Humpty Dumpty.
’I mean, what IS an un-birthday present?’
’A present given when it isn’t your birthday, of course.’
Alice considered a little. ’I like birthday presents best,’ she said at last.
’You don’t know what you’re talking about!’ cried Humpty Dumpty. ’How many days are there in a year?’
’Three hundred and sixty-five,’ said Alice.
’And how many birthdays have you?’
’One.’
’And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains?’
’Three hundred and sixty-four, of course.’
Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. ’I’d rather see that done on paper,’ he said.
Alice couldn’t help smiling as she took out her memorandum- book, and worked the sum for him:
365
1
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364
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Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it carefully. ’That
seems to be done right–’ he began.
’You’re holding it upside down!’ Alice interrupted.
’To be sure I was!’ Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as she turned it round for him. ’I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that SEEMS to be done right–though I haven’t time to look it over thoroughly just now–and that shows that there are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents–’
’Certainly,’ said Alice.
’And only ONE for birthday presents, you know. There’s glory for you!’
’I don’t know what you mean by “glory,"’ Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. ’Of course you don’t– till I tell you. I meant “there’s a nice knock-down argument for you!"’
’But “glory†doesn’t mean “a nice knock-down argument,"’ Alice objected.
’When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ’it means just what I choose it to mean–neither more nor less.’
’The question is,’ said Alice, ’whether you CAN make words mean so many different things.’
’The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ’which is to be master– that’s all.’
Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute
Humpty Dumpty began again. ’They’ve a temper, some of them– particularly verbs, they’re the proudest–adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs–however, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That’s what I say!’
’Would you tell me, please,’ said Alice ’what that means?’
’Now you talk like a reasonable child,’ said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much pleased. ’I meant by “impenetrability†that we’ve had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you’d mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don’t mean to stop here all the rest of your life.’
’That’s a great deal to make one word mean,’ Alice said in a thoughtful tone.
’When I make a word do a lot of work like that,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ’I always pay it extra.’
’Oh!’ said Alice. She was too much puzzled to make any other remark.
’Ah, you should see ’em come round me of a Saturday night,’ Humpty Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side: ’for to get their wages, you know.’
(Alice didn’t venture to ask what he paid them with; and so you see I can’t tell YOU.)
’You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,’ said Alice. ’Would you kindly tell me the meaning of the poem called "Jabberwocky�’
’Let’s hear it,’ said Humpty Dumpty. ’I can explain all the poems that were ever invented–and a good many that haven’t been invented just yet.’
This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeated the first verse:
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
’That’s enough to begin with,’ Humpty Dumpty interrupted: ’there are plenty of hard words there. “BRILLIG†means four o’clock in the afternoon–the time when you begin BROILING things for dinner.’
’That’ll do very well,’ said Alice: and “SLITHY�’
’Well, “SLITHY†means “lithe and slimy.†“Lithe†is the same as “active.†You see it’s like a portmanteau–there are two meanings packed up into one word.’
’I see it now,’ Alice remarked thoughtfully: ’and what are "TOVES�’
’Well, “TOVES†are something like badgers–they’re something like lizards–and they’re something like corkscrews.’
’They must be very curious looking creatures.’
’They are that,’ said Humpty Dumpty: ’also they make their nests under sun-dials–also they live on cheese.’
’And what’s the “GYRE†and to “GIMBLE�’
’To “GYRE†is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To "GIMBLE†is to make holes like a gimlet.’
’And “THE WABE†is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?’ said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.
’Of course it is. It’s called “WABE,†you know, because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it–’
’And a long way beyond it on each side,’ Alice added.
’Exactly so. Well, then, “MIMSY†is “flimsy and miserable" (there’s another portmanteau for you). And a “BOROGOVE†is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round– something like a live mop.’
’And then “MOME RATHS�’ said Alice. ’I’m afraid I’m giving you a great deal of trouble.’
’Well, a “RATH†is a sort of green pig: but “MOME†I’m not certain about. I think it’s short for “from home"–meaning that they’d lost their way, you know.’
’And what does “OUTGRABE†mean?’
’Well, “OUTGRABING†is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you’ll hear it done, maybe–down in the wood yonder–and when you’ve once heard it you’ll be QUITE content. Who’s been repeating all that hard stuff to you?’
’I read it in a book,’ said Alice. ’But I had some poetry repeated to me, much easier than that, by–Tweedledee, I think it was.’
’As to poetry, you know,’ said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his great hands, ’I can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it comes to that–’
’Oh, it needn’t come to that!’ Alice hastily said, hoping to keep him from beginning.
’The piece I’m going to repeat,’ he went on without noticing her remark,’ was written entirely for your amusement.’
Alice felt that in that case she really OUGHT to listen to it, so she sat down, and said ’Thank you’ rather sadly.
’In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight–
only I don’t sing it,’ he added, as an explanation.
’I see you don’t,’ said Alice.
’If you can SEE whether I’m singing or not, you’ve sharper eyes than most.’ Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent.
’In spring, when woods are getting green,
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.’
’Thank you very much,’ said Alice.
’In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you’ll understand the song:
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.’
’I will, if I can remember it so long,’ said Alice.
’You needn’t go on making remarks like that,’ Humpty Dumpty said: ’they’re not sensible, and they put me out.’
’I sent a message to the fish:
I told them “This is what I wish.â€
The little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes’ answer was
“We cannot do it, Sir, because–"’
’I’m afraid I don’t quite understand,’ said Alice.
’It gets easier further on,’ Humpty Dumpty replied.
’I sent to them again to say
“It will be better to obey.â€
The fishes answered with a grin,
“Why, what a temper you are in!â€
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.
My heart went hop, my heart went thump;
I filled the kettle at the pump.
Then some one came to me and said,
“The little fishes are in bed.â€
I said to him, I said it plain,
“Then you must wake them up again.â€
I said it very loud and clear;
I went and shouted in his ear.’
Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he repeated this verse, and Alice thought with a shudder, ’I wouldn’t have been the messenger for ANYTHING!’
’But he was very stiff and proud;
He said “You needn’t shout so loud!â€
And he was very proud and stiff;
He said “I’d go and wake them, if–â€
I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.
And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but–’
There was a long pause.
’Is that all?’ Alice timidly asked.
’That’s all,’ said Humpty Dumpty. ’Good-bye.’
This was rather sudden, Alice thought: but, after such a VERY strong hint that she ought to be going, she felt that it would hardly be civil to stay. So she got up, and held out her hand. ’Good-bye, till we meet again!’ she said as cheerfully as she could.
’I shouldn’t know you again if we DID meet,’ Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake; ’you’re so exactly like other people.’
’The face is what one goes by, generally,’ Alice remarked in a thoughtful tone.
’That’s just what I complain of,’ said Humpty Dumpty. ’Your face is the same as everybody has–the two eyes, so–’ (marking their places in the air with this thumb) ’nose in the middle, mouth under. It’s always the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for instance–or the mouth at the top–that would be SOME help.’
’It wouldn’t look nice,’ Alice objected. But Humpty Dumpty only shut his eyes and said ’Wait till you’ve tried.’
Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but as he never opened his eyes or took any further notice of her, she said ’Good-bye!’ once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but she couldn’t help saying to herself as she went, ’Of all the unsatisfactory–’ (she repeated this aloud, as it was a great comfort to have such a long word to say) ’of all the unsatisfactory people I EVER met–’ She never finished the sentence, for at this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end.
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Post by beatlies on Nov 5, 2007 23:09:11 GMT -5
Eggmen Tweedles Dum(pt)Dee:
Through the Looking Glass
by
Lewis Carroll
CHAPTER IV
TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE
THEY were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's neck, and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them had "DUM" embroidered on his collar, and the other "DEE". `I suppose they've each got "TWEEDLE" round at the back of the collar,' she said to herself.
They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she was just going round to see if the word "TWEEDLE" was written at the back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one marked "DUM".
`If you think we're wax-works,' he said, `you ought to pay, you know. Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing. Nohow.'
`Contrariwise,' added the one marked "DEE", `if you think we're alive, you ought to speak.'
`I'm sure I'm very sorry,' was all Alice could say; for the words of the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud:
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle!
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel!
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.'
`I know what you're thinking about,' said Tweedledum; `but it isn't so, nohow.'
`Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, `if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.'
`I was thinking,' Alice said politely, `which is the best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?'
But the fat little men only looked at each other and grinned.
They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that Alice couldn't help pointing her finger at Tweedledum, and saying `First Boy!'
`Nohow!' Tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut his mouth up again with a snap.
`Next Boy!' said Alice, passing on to Tweedledee, though she felt quite certain he would only shout out `Contrariwise!' and so he did.
`You've begun wrong!' cried Tweedledum. `The first thing in a visit is to say "How d'ye do?" and shake hands!' And here the two brothers gave each other a hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free, to shake hands with her.
Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them first, for fear of hurting the other one's feelings; so, as the best way out of the difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once: the next moment they were dancing round in a ring. This seemed quite natural (she remembered afterwards), and she was not even surprised to hear music playing: it seemed to come from the tree under which they were dancing, and it was done (as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
`But it certainly was funny,' (Alice said afterwards, when she was telling her sister the history of all this), `to find myself singing "Here we go round the mulberry bush." I don't know when I began it, but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long time!'
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. `Four times round is enough for one dance,' Tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at the same moment.
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. `It would never do to say "How d'ye do?" now,' she said to herself: `we seem to have got beyond that, somehow!'
`I hope you're not much tired?' she said at last.
`Nohow. And thank you very much for asking,' said Tweedledum.
`So much obliged!' added Tweedledee. `You like poetry?'
`Ye-es, pretty well--some poetry,' Alice said doubtfully. `Would you tell me which road leads out of the wood?'
`What shall I repeat to her?' said Tweedledee, looking round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question.
`"The Walrus and the Carpenter" is the longest,' Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:
`The sun was shining--'
Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. `If it's very long,' she said, as politely as she could, `would you please tell me first which road--'
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
`The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him", she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice.
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick.
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathise."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.'
`I like the Walrus best,' said Alice: `because he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.'
`He ate more than the Carpenter, though,' said Tweedledee. `You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise.'
`That was mean!' Alice said indignantly. `Then I like the Carpenter best--if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.'
`But he ate as many as he could get,' said Tweedledum.
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, `Well! They were both very unpleasant characters--' Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast. `Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly.
`It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.
`Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
`Isn't he a lovely sight?' said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud-- `fit to snore his head off!' as Tweedledum remarked.
`I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,' said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
`He's dreaming now,' said Tweedledee: `and what do you think he's dreaming about?'
Alice said `Nobody can guess that.'
`Why, about you!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. `And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?'
`Where I am now, of course,' said Alice.
`Not you!' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. `You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!'
`If that there King was to wake,' added Tweedledum, `you'd go out-- bang!--just like a candle!'
`I shouldn't!' Alice exclaimed indignantly. `Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?'
`Ditto,' said Tweedledum.
`Ditto, ditto!' cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying `Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.'
`Well, it's no use your talking about waking him,' said Tweedledum, `when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real.'
`I am real!' said Alice, and began to cry.
`You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying,' Tweedledee remarked: `there's nothing to cry about.'
`If I wasn't real,' Alice said--half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous--`I shouldn't be able to cry.'
`I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?' Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
`I know they're talking nonsense,' Alice thought to herself: `and it's foolish to cry about it.' So she brushed away her tears, and went on, as cheerfully as she could, `At any rate, I'd better be getting out of the wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to rain?'
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and looked up into it. `No, I don't think it is,' he said: `at least--not under here. Nohow.'
`But it may rain outside?'
`It may--if it chooses,' said Tweedledee: `we've no objection. Contrariwise.'
`Selfish things!' thought Alice, and she was just going to say `Good-night' and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from under the umbrella, and seized her by the wrist.
`Do you see that?' he said, in a voice choking with passion, and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.
`It's only a rattle,' Alice said, after a careful examination of the little white thing. `Not a rattle-snake, you know,' she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened: `only an old rattle--quite old and broken.'
`I knew it was!' cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair. `It's spoilt, of course!' Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under the umbrella.
Alice laid her hand upon his arm and said, in a soothing tone, `You needn't be so angry about an old rattle.'
`But it isn't old!' Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever. `It's new, I tell you--I bought it yesterday--my nice NEW RATTLE!' and his voice rose to a perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella, with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary thing to do, that it quite took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundling up in the umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes--`looking more like a fish than anything else,' Alice thought.
`Of course you agree to have a battle?' Tweedledum said in a calmer tone.
`I suppose so,' the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the umbrella: `only she must help us to dress up, you know.'
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and returned in a minute with their arms full of things--such as bolsters, blankets, hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers, and coal-scuttles. `I hope you're a good hand at pinning and tying strings?' Tweedledum remarked. `Every one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other.'
Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about anything in all her life--the way those two bustled about--and the quantity of things they put on--and the trouble they gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons--`Really they'll be more like bundles of old clothes than anything else, by the time they're ready!' she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, `to keep his head from being cut off,' as he said.
`You know,' he added very gravely, `it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to get one's head cut off.'
Alice laughed loud: but she managed to turn it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.
`Do I look very pale?' said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on. (He called it a helmet, though it certainly looked much more like a saucepan.)
`Well--yes--a little,' Alice replied gently.
`I'm very brave, generally,' he went on in a low voice: `only to-day I happen to have a headache.'
`And I've got a toothache!' said Tweedledee, who had overheard the remark. `I'm far worse than you!'
`Then you'd better not fight to-day,' said Alice, thinking it a good opportunity to make peace.
`We must have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on long,' said Tweedledum. `What's the time now?'
Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said `Half-past four.'
`Let's fight till six, and then have dinner,' said Tweedledum.
`Very well,' the other said, rather sadly: `and she can watch us--only you'd better not come veryclose,' he added: `I generally hit every thing I can see--when I get really excited.'
`And I hit everything within reach,' cried Tweedledum, `whether I can see it or not!'
Alice laughed. `You must hit the trees pretty often, I should think,' she said.
Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. `I don't suppose,' he said, `there'll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by the time we've finished!'
`And all about a rattle!' said Alice, still hoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.
`I shouldn't have minded it so much,' said Tweedledum, `if it hadn't been a new one.'
`I wish the monstrous crow would come!' thought Alice.
`There's only one sword, you know,' Tweedledum said to his brother: `but you can have the umbrella -- it's quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It's getting as dark as it can.'
`And darker,' said Tweedledee.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. `What a thick black cloud that is!' she said. `And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!'
`It's the crow!' Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm; and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment.
Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree. `It can never get at me here,' she thought: `it's far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings so -- it makes quite a hurricane in the wood -- here's somebody's shawl being blown away!'
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Post by lucy on Dec 25, 2007 16:21:07 GMT -5
It's been mentioned in some articles I have read that Alice In Wonderland is one of the popular children's books that has been used by the illuminati to train and manipulate monarch mind control slaves.
Materials written by David Icke and Fritz Springmeier have suggested these things, as well as Wizard of Oz to be used in triggering certain alters to do certain things.
With regards to "twins"...while they may not be literal twins, I do believe in the mulitiple Faul theory. I know that alot of the pictures that are posted as "Bill" look different, such as eyes, shape of face as well as other features that resemble JPM but not Bill.
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Post by faulconandsnowjob on Nov 2, 2008 15:20:09 GMT -5
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Post by lindsayjudy on Apr 10, 2010 6:01:47 GMT -5
Hi Faulcon! Actually, there are three Pauls: JPM, Faul (which most of your pics show) and Phil Ackrill's Paul. There was also Chubby Faced Paul who filled in from 1964 to 1966 (his pic is at the bottom). Phil Ackrill doesn't get much credit as "Paul" and he should because, as I've discovered, he took the reigns as Paul almost completely from 1980 (the end of Wings) through 2002 when JPM came out of retirement. That's 22 years!
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Post by artemis on Apr 10, 2010 6:25:46 GMT -5
Ure f**king annoying, pathetic and really BRAINWASHED! JPM never retired, he was killed! Deal with it or keep spilling ur elucubrations around here!
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Post by lucy on Apr 13, 2010 18:46:28 GMT -5
There was some intense comparisons of pics of "Bill" over the years over at Paul Is Dead Miss Him Miss Him, and there has only been one "Faul"...the guy many call "Bill".
I think there has been a great deal of photo faultering that has made pics of Paul look more like Bill, pics of Bill to be made to look more Paul-ish...so you get images of some strange faces...
But only one replacement, Bill.
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Post by michelle on Apr 13, 2010 21:49:01 GMT -5
From the Fob Fylan album "LOVE AND THEFT" released on Tuesday September 11, 2001: Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum(Words and music by "Bob Dylan") LOUD version of it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJWBTQRNLIM Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land of Nod Trustin' their fate to the hands of God They pass by so silently Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire They're takin' a streetcar named Desire Lookin' at a window with a pecan pie Lot of things they'd like they would never buy Neither of them want to turn and run They're makin' a noise to the Sun "His Master's Voice is calling me" Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum I'll have more than thumb ("Tom Thumb's Blues") They walk among the stately trees They know the secrets of the breeze Tweedle Dum said to Tweedle Dee, "Your presence is obnoxious to me. Feel like baby sittin' on a woman's knee." Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane I got love for you, and it's all in vain ("Love In Vain") Brains in a pot, they're beginning to boil They're drippin' with garlic and olive oil Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees Sayin', "Throw me something, Mister, please!" "What's good for you is good for me," Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee. Well, they're living in a happy harmony Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're one day older and a dollar short They got a paid permit and a police escort They're lyin' low and they're makin' hay They seem determined to go all the way They run a brick 'n' tile company Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, a childish dream is a deathless need And a noble truth is a sacred creed My pretty baby, she's looking around She's wearin' a forty-thousand dollar gown Tweedle Dee is a low down sorry old man Tweedle Dum he'll stab you where you stand "I've had too much of your company," said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.  Comments coming soon.  I think here is James Paul. Still babyfaced after all these years. And elegant like Paul. |
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Post by artemis on Apr 14, 2010 4:53:18 GMT -5
I think u are annoying and completely wrong with this "the real Paul took a break, then resurfaced". End of story.
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