*** COUNTING UP *** the mayan age is dead... long live the NEW DAYS!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on

You do realize ANYONE can put up a website right? domain names are nearly 8 bucks a year and hosting is down to 10 bucks a month. Anyone with HTML and CSS knowledge (hell my sister of the age of 14 has that) can put up a website like this.

The fact of the matter is... scientists could not prove whether it was between 21-24th. They had a margin of error just like any other calculation.

good points (thank you)

should "the planet" need a scientist's stamp of approval regarding why the 21st was more universally appealing (to the popular culture) than the 23rd as the end of that age?

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find it's shore.

So i`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find it's shore.

no one wants to name the first new day?

doesn't have to be serious, could be sarcastic, could even be lame (just like this thread?) and even uninspired (i hope not)

David Warren "Dave" Brubeck
(December 6, 1920 – December 5, 2012)

"I'm always hoping for the nights that are inspired where you almost have an out of body experience." - Dave Brubeck

"Time Out" - The Dave Brubeck Quartet - 1959 - Stereo

"Take Five" starts at 14:50



(thanks, gilmour509 -- very, very nice job; worth every minute of my time, and i bet Dave would be proud)