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...THRILLER... by Michael Jackson--------------

...................*CAPO 4th FRET*

(Original Key: C#)Intro:Am C D Am7

Verse 1:

Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,

Youre paralyzed

this is thriller, thriller night

And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike

You know its thriller, thriller night

Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

2nd verse

You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand and wonder if youll ever see the sun

You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination

But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind

Youre out of time

this is thriller, thriller night

There aint no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

You know its thriller, thriller night

Youre fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight

Bridge

Night creatures callAnd the dead start to walk in their masquerade

Theres no escapin the jaws of the alien this time(theyre open wide)

This is the end of your life

3rd verse

Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side

They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial

Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together

All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the screen,Ill make you see

this is thriller, thriller nightcause

I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try

Girl, this is thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller

Thriller here tonight...

Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) received early recognition as a Bengali poet of genius. His later translations into English of his celebrated Gitanjali brought him the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 and international fame. Though best known as a poet, Tagore was a remarkable and prolific short-story writer,novelist,essayist as well as an innovative painter and composer of songs.
The book Glimpses of Bengal consists of letters he wrote between 1886 and 1895,as a manager of his family's estates in eastern Bengal (now in Bangladesh) writing from his houseboat to his niece at home in Calcutta. A whole new world of sights and sounds and feelings had opened before him, and he responded with a characteristic blend of humour and sympathy, spontaneity and contemplativeness.
The letters are selected and translated by Krishna Dutta and Andrew Robinson.

June 2nd,1892Shelidah
I hate all the demands of good manners. Nowadays I keep repeating that line: 'Much rather would I be an Arab Bedouin!* Oh for a healthy, strong, unfettered barbarity !
I want to quit this creeping senility of mind and body, constantly preoccupied with ancient quibbles over custom and convention, and feel the joy of a vigorous incautious life; to hold confident, carefree, generous ideas and aspirations- for better or for worse; to break free of this perpetual friction between custom and reason, reason and desire, desire and action. If I could escape utterly the bonds of this restricted life, I would storm the four quarters with wave upon wave of exitement, grab a sturdy horse and tear away on it to the very heights of ecstasy. But I am a Bengali, not a Bedouin ! I sit in my corner, moping and worrying and arguing. My mind is like a fish being fried - first this way up, now the other-blistered by the boiling oil on one side, and then on the other.
Enough of this. Since it is impracticable to be uncivilised, I'd better try to be thoroughly civil - why forment a quarrel between the two ?
* A line from Tagore's poem 'Wild Hopes'(Duranta Asha- 1888)

BeeGees

Too Much Heaven
(chorus)Nobody gets too much heaven no more

It's much harder to come by

I'm waiting in line

Nobody gets too much love anymore

It's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb

Oh you and me girl

Got a lot of love in store

And it flows through you

And it flows through me

And I love you so much more

Then my life, I can see beyond forever

Everything we are will never die

Love is such a beautiful thing

Oh you make my world a summer day

Are you just a dream to fade away?(chorus)

Ooh you and me girl got a highway to the sky

We can turn away from the night and day

And the tears we had to pay

You're my life I can see a new tomorrow

Everything we are will never die

Love is such a beautiful thing

When you are to me, the light above

Made for all to see our precious love

(chorus)Love is such a beautiful thing

You make my world a summer day

Are you just a dream to fade away?

(chorus)Nobody gets too much love anymore

Its as wide as a river and harder to cross(chorus)

(repeat to fade)

Osho

India is a land of religions. It is also a land of holymen and fake-holymen. The later's tribe is ever increasing. Even a sooth-sayer or charlatan with a few hundred followers can pass off as a god-man or yoga-master. As it often happens,particularly in rural areas where illiteracy is rampant, once a crowd begins to gather around them, the crowd gets bigger and bigger. An act of a magic-trick or two is enough to mesmerise them. In the past these holymen ply their trade at a location near place of worship or beside an almond tree . Now with the advent of many spiritual TV-channels, they shifted their realm to the idiot-box . Many things they say may be regarded as unscientific and superstitious by many other parts of the world, but in India they are accepted with great veneration and without question. And due to fake-holymen , the reputation of the real holymen have are also at stake.

Speaking about real holymen, Osho is certainly one of them. What makes the teaching of Osho so time-tested and relevant today is because he has learned,and in-corporated various spiritual-traditions from all over the world. He was a prolific reader - the most prolific-reader of 20-th century with one of the largest personnel-collection of books in the world - on a vareity of subjects.He experimented with different meditation-techniques and picked the best from them to create his own. So a European can feel the traces of Gurdjieff as well as Greek/Roman mythology , an American feels home with the Red-Indian spiritual traditions, an East-Asian or Indian finds the traces of zen and tantra while an African or West-Asian will find the spirit of voodoo and sufi-whirling dance. All these elements forms the basis of his unique meditation system called Osho Dynamic Meditation.
I dont consider myself a disciple or follower of the Osho sect. But I have an open mind regarding religion and spirituality. When I read the books of Osho or listened to his discourses, I felt fascinated by his teachings. No amount of reading of the so-called, long-winded religious texts had the same effect. But the core of Osho'steachings derive from these texts. From Osho I learned to enjoy life - to live at the moment - ie. the zen way of life. In the Judeo-Christian-Islamic tradition, life is seen as mistake , something humans have to be apologistic about. There are certain duties and obligations to perform - but performing them to convince the society or community rather than God. (Orelse the society or community will write you off as evil!) Osho has always been blunt and outright in his criticism of all organised religions. Infact it has earned him many western-followers. But that also got him into trouble, esp. when he visited America. His followers still believe that Reagan administration, under pressure from right-wing groups unfairly targeted him, charging false cases against him. But it is also true that many of his high-profile, infamous disciples met an untimely end, mainly due to the wrong interpretation of Osho's teachings - ie. living to the moment, with drugs, alchohol and free-love. As the enlightened master himself has once said, "My Indian disciples meditate,but will not do anything for me. My Western disciples will do anything for me, but they will not meditate."

courtesy : Osho World -( www.oshoworld.com)