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On 12 Jul 2003 03:10:22 GMT, MrBigBee wrote:
Thanks

"brodieman" < in message
news:1vide4lxenysx$.vrd0w6d7760k$ . "A rootie toot toot, rootie toot toot, rootie toot, tattoo too, to you."

--
Joe Giorgianni

"This guitar has seconds to live" Posters

Don't know why I always liked this one, but...

Me and my brother were talking to each other
about what makes a man a man
Was it brains or brawn or the month you were born,
I just didn't understand.
.....
My Dad beat me cause mine said 'Mother"
but my Monther naturally liked it and beat my brother
cause his tattoo was of a lady in the hostinghostinghostinghosting
and my Mother thought that was extremely rude.



"brodieman" < in message
news:1vide4lxenysx$.vrd0w6d7760k$ .

Isn't it "crack it open"

Not to be nit-picky

-- 'karbon

On Sat, 12 Jul 2003 05:01:30 GMT, "Lookingglhostinghostinghosting"
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.... I stand corrected sir...

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PEACE... Dave

....we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Shakespeare
"tetrakarbon" < in message
news: your lyric -

not to be nit picky but isn't it:

when my fist clenches, crack it open before I use it and lose my cool
and if i smile tell me some bad news before i laugh and act like a
fool.
and if I swallow anything evil, put your fingers down my throat
and if I shiver please give me some blanket, keep me warm, let me wear
your coat. ?

no offense, but if it's your favourite line.... ;-)


bob

So many fabulous lyrics to choose from...and all those posted so far are are
favourites of mine too. However, Twinkle and I just bought our first
Volkawagen camper van two weeks ago and since then I can't get Going Mobile
out of me head.

"Play the tape machine / Make the toast and tea / When I'm mobile"

Before I saw the published lyrics, I mistakenly thought Pete was singing
"Play the Teac machine", Teac being a brand of chostinghostinghostingette / 8 track cartridge
player in the early 70s.

I'd also nominate any of the fine lyrics from WBN - strong stuff ;

"There's a man going through your dustbin / Only this time he's looking for
food",

and

"And the night comes down like a cell door closing / Suddenly I realize that
I'm writing now more honestly / While sitting here all alone with a bottle
and my head up floating / Far away from the phone and the conscience going
on at me and on at me" (<-- Pic of Pete hostinghostinghostinghostinged and tired staying up late
into the night writing for our benefit)

Stimpy

andrew f wrote:
It's a masterpiece, isn't it? I love that album.

-AM

Too many to list, but here's a few in no particular order;

I'm singing this note cause it fits in well with the way I'm feeling
There's a symphony that I hear in your heart sets my head a-reeling
But I'm in tune

We're not pawns in any game
Not tools of bigger men
There's only one who can really move us all
It all looks fine, to the hostinghostinghostinghostinghosting eye

Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids who hardly notice I'm around
I work myself to death just to fit in

My fried egg makes me sick first thing in the morning.

People know nothing about their own soft gut
So how come they can sum us up
Without suffering all the hype we've known
How come they bum us up

How many friends have I really got
I can count em on one hand

Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky.
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high.
Love reign o-er me

I'm flowing under bridges
Then flying through the sky,
I'm traveling down cold metal
Just a tear in a baby's eye.

Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.
But I'm one.

I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come home all covered in mud

A strange surprise
What I despised
In other guys
Is here is me
They lose their girl
They lose their world
Then they cry for all to see

Now and then you see a soul and you fall in love
You can't do a thing about it

I don't know about guardian angels
All I know about's staying alive
I can't shout about spiritual labels
When little ones die and big ones thrive

When tragedy befalls you
Don't let it drag you down
Love can cure your problems
You're so lucky I'm around

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a soul that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto

Jeff

"brodieman" < in message
news:1vide4lxenysx$.vrd0w6d7760k$ .

Great selection, Jeff! Especially the first.

Bill

Jeff wrote:
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Bill Wormstedt Kirkland, WA, USA