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"I suppose if we post something here (or anywhere on the net, I presume) as an original composition, is it safe to say that is the "copyright", of the poster?" I think it's safe to say that it date stamped here - that it is a form of copyright - the other thing you can do is "poor man's copyright" take you lyrics put them in an envelope - address to yourself and send by registered mail - make sure the postal people stamp the date where the envelope is sealed - and when you receive it file it away unopened - if you ever have to go to court to prove that the lyrics are yours you give the registered (unopened) letter with your lyrics to the lawyers or judge where it will be opened in court proving that you owned those words on that date - in case anyone published those lyrics after that date - proving you are the rightful author hope that makes sense

Ezri - Yes indeed. However, I believe I heard that being shot down by a court somewhere. Oh well What the heck

Well, maybe in the States, but not here in Canada

Tales of the Clouds - (July 18 1983 - Peter Gabriel Rain or Shine CNE Bandshell) In the beginning Mother An ivory skeleton of a beautiful beast was cast upon the sky Coming and going in so many forms, she is Forever changing to met herself. In a time of silent twilight I wait with her, for Him. He calls Her Gaya, She is the goddess of perspective, He sees her many faces, true and disguised Dancing with her He says He will bring to Her lost children Bring them back with tenderness and care She says, Young Prince, if you can find for me my children, If you can rescue them and gently sweep them up, I will give you my throng, make you a King, and share with you my love. In the beginning He played Revelation And right away, I caught on He pulled me out And led me back from all the chaos So patiently He led me in a deep and gentle trance With powerful music in my ears, I followed Him home, He is the pied piper of the Great Moon Goddess. The piper calls from somewhere in the air Calls for me to join him I cannot help but fall in love with His song I hold the line behind Him with my heartstrings As He stirrs the winds And leads his parade across the skies.

an oldie but a goodie - written June 13/91 at Charlies Restaurant (Nanaimo, B.C.) with Vicky, Ryan and a little help from Mr. C My Soul Has Thirst Running on empty my soul has thirst I am her man she is the first I saw her from a distant shore Separated by the dogs of war Smiling she beckoned me Dancing under a willow tree Blood red heart in golden cup She was thirsty I was hot Her thirst was quenched My blood ran cold My soul was wrenched I grew so old - so ancient and old She caught my eye I caught her soul The Master played sweet rock 'n' roll We went to bed I woke a'flame Tangled passions to tough to tame Her tears washed away all of my pain She loves to dance I love to flirt No more pain no more hurt Our souls have merged The world shines bright She takes me soaring through the night Love is pure Love is strong I'm going home where I belong My desire runs deep within her sleep I am numb, but still I come Oh lonely lust of devildom My heart beats like a Tommy gun She has me wrapped around her thumb She is my heart I am her soul She's every facet of my rock 'n' roll C.Mountain Nanaimo,B.C. sometimes I write from a man's point of view

Is Beauty Silent? Is Death a Mute? Is Life a Game? What is my Name? Surrounded by White Noise - A Cacophonous Din of Rays Living Under the Microscope I Wave

Baby Faces & Judgment Day Baby faces in ancient places Soul's divine Satanic graces Living high in the penthouse Living low nose to the ground Strange lights split the sky Eerie traces eerie sounds They've been here for years They've recorded every tear Silver ships on Judgment Day Tired of this place - take me away Judgment days every thousand years Ground forces relate, summer daze R & R the battle is over Bad guys like rabbits run, take cover Seeing you again, war is over Smiles for returning men Warrior girls & boys happy wedding trend cmm 4/11/11 nanaimo, b.c.

Hey Ezri - glad you're back - I thought I had killed the thread! Nice one, too - that Baby Faces

Inside a face, a morning smile Of sunshine warm and stretched a mile A lock of hair, a tress so fair A witch of a woman, but,an angel. an angel

here comes the lords of the fairyland, princess, oh princess will you take thine hand, beautiful maiden with sapphire eyes, love me, please love me there goes the queen of the willow tree, sire, oh sire will you come and follow me, handsome majesty with purple cloth, love me, please love me thou art an evergreen forest of where i love to roam, a place where my heart beats, in a paradise of a lonely tune

Where is the solitude of which i seek?, Does night fall without me?, I cannot bleed without emotion, Pour the wine from my bluest vein Like the claret of love it seeps And I shall sleep and sleep.

Thank you for posting here Mermaid Ezri and Padowan. your words are much appreciated. Padowan, happy you found the right way to the topic here they are meant to be - Words they fall from your sky - let fall this one into the abyss of oblivion, :-] and please gather under a sole banner. That is my wish for today. I would like to read you all "UP" Have a good day all.

Little Rainbow, thank you.

Thankyou very much Little Rainbow.

my fingers are the flute of which they play, the song of the happy tavern with thine finger tips a sweet, sweet sound, inside the happiness of the tavern. a piper stands amongst the weary crowds at the door of the happy tavern, with thine heart i find the perfect melody, surround the walls of the empty tavern

O'spring, let's sing for the lighter season afore summer,the brigher song to be sung O come one and all, for the perfect reason to celebrate in the warmth of the sun

Mermaid, here is the right topic to post them http://www.petergabriel.com/forums_list_thread.php?parent_id=u17ksCJwc5_DqTw7V2I.&skip=2460

So.with every passing day I seem to become unintentionally louder.here I am thinking if I stop listening to music and making noise on purpose then my life would go back to post-awareness. Well surprise. I'm beginning to wonder how much bargaining power I have here. Take care Brian.