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The Buggles
Song: Video Killed the Radio Star

I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh, a, oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, a, oh
I met your children
Oh a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart
Oh, a, a, a, oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio (ohh)
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go (ahh)
Oh, a, oh
You were the first one
Oh, a, oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Oh, a, a, a, oh
Oh, a, a, a, oh
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
Put the ...

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Happy Tuesday Phetasy Phamily! A couple of prayers for perspective on this chilly morning.

The bliss of growth,
the glory of action,
the splendour of beauty,
for yesterday is but a dream,
and tomorrow is only a vision.
But TODAY well-lived makes
every yesterday a dream of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day!
Such is the salutation of the dawn.
FROM THE SANSKRIT

The beauty of life is to be found not in luxury, but in simplicity;
In sweat of the brow, sweat of the hands,
sweat of the heart; in pride of work, without greed of gold.

To be loyal in friendship, patient in suffering,
and rich in laughter is to be a good comrade in the workshop of life,
and to such faithful servants God will pay wages of peace and joy.

Giles Harcourt, Short Prayers for the Long Day .

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