Dude

Didn't get to read that. I was too busy wiping my drool of the pic of her with a sock stuffed in her crotchal region.

We've been through some things together With trunks of memories still to come We found things to do in stormy weather Long may you run. Long may you run. Long may you run. Although these changes have come With your chrome heart shining in the sun Long may you run. Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962 When I last saw you alive But we missed that shift on the long decline Long may you run. Long may you run. Long may you run. Although these changes have come With your chrome heart shining in the sun Long may you run. Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now With those waves singing "Caro

yeah.

Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love You take my body I give you heat You say you hungry I give you meat I suck your mind You blow my head Make love (make love) Inside your bed Everybody Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love Everytime I get hot You wanna cool down Everytime I get high You say you wanna come down You say it's enough In fact it's too much Everytime I get a Get down Get down Get down, make love ohhh sssssssssss uhhh (get down) I can squeeze (make love) You can shake me (get down) I can feel

This is my five string serenade Beneath the water I play And while I'm playing for you It could be raining there too This is my five string serenade Beneath the water I play And while I'm playing for you It could be raining there too And on my easel I drew While I was thinking of you And on the roof of my head In came my five string serenade This is my five string serenade Beneath the water I play And while I'm playing for you It could be raining there too And on my easel I drew While I was thinking of you And on the roof of my head In came my five string serenade

Or that sand clung to her so nicely...

Paulina Porizkova Now if only I was a freakishly weird looking ex-Cars member.

Ooooh yeah Babies think I'm tasty They're always tryin' to waste me Make me burn the candle right down, Baby, baby, Don't need no jewels in my crown. All you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, Baby, I'm goin' crazy, Fever in the funk house now. Low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', Don't you know you know the duece is still a' wild? Baby, can't stay, You got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Don't you see time flashin' by? Honey, got no money, I'm all Sixes and sevens and nines. Say now baby, I'm the ran

half of what I say is meaningless but I say it just to reach you Julia Julia Julia oceanchild calls me so I sing a song of love Julia Julia seashell eyes windy smile calls me so I sing a song of love Julia Her hair of floating sky is shimmering glimmering in the sun Julia Julia morning moon touch me so I sing a song of love Julia when I cannot sing my heart I can only speak my mind Julia Julia sleeping sand silent cloud touch me so I sing a song of love Julia mmmm calls me so I sing a song of love for Julia Julia Julia

I'm ambivalent about her music. But man is she sexy.

Hey, the accent alone...

Liz Hurley......

mmm. love debbie harry. bonus - she's got some major camel toe going on in that pic. nico was definitely one of the most beautiful women to step in front of the microphone.

When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure? I'll have a cup of tea And tell you of my dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming Dreaming is free I don't want to live on charity Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity People stop and stare at me We just walk on by We just keep on dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming Dreaming is free Feet feet, walking a two mile Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile I never met him, I'll never forget him Dream dream, even for a little while Dream dream, filling up an

Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine With a smile on your face And a tear right in your eye. Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you My sweet honey love. Berber jewelry jangling down the street, Make you shut your eyes at every woman that you meet. Could not seem to get high on you My sweet honey love. May the good lord Shine a light on you, Make every song you sing Your favorite tune. May the good lord Shine a light on you, Warm like the evening sun. When you're drunk in the alley, baby, With your clothes all torn And your late night friends leave you In the cold gray dawn. Whoa, just s

Rose Marshack of the Poster Children. I grew up 7 houses down from her and used to play spin the bottle with her little sister.

good god, I hope you're not talking about k.d. lang.

The Corrs. They is hella fine.

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing charlie In that newspaper nest grifting hot horse tips On who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It's way wilder down the street And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Ca

Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come armageddon Come, armageddon come Everyday is like sunday Everyday is silent and gray Hide on the promenade Etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town That they forgot to bomb Come, come, come nuclear bomb Everyday is like sunday Everyday is silent and gray Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands and on your face on your face on your face on your face Everyday is like sunda

i hand you my ball and chain you just hand me that same old refrain i'm walking on a wire, i'm walking on a wire and i'm falling i wish i could please you tonight but my medicine just won't come right i'm walking on a wire, i'm walking on a wire and i'm falling too many steps to take too many spells to break too many nights awake and no one else this grindstone's wearing me your claws are tearing me don't use me endlessly it's too long too long to myself where's the justice and where's the sense when all the pain is on my side of the fence i'm walking on a wire i'm walking on a wire and

You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can take the road that takes you to the stars now I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through You can take a road that takes you to the stars now I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through

Your eyes are almost dead Can't get out of bed And you can't sleep You're sitting down to dress And you're a mess You look in the mirror You look in your eyes Say you realize Everybody goes Leaving those who fall behind Everybody goes As far as they can, They don't just care. They stood on the stairs Laughing at your errors Your mother's dead She said, "don't be afraid." Your mother's dead You're on your own She's in her bed Everybody goes Leaving those who fall behind Everybody goes As far as they can They don't just care You're a wasted face You're a sad-eyed lie You're a holocau

oh comely I will be with you when you lose your breath chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left with some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest but oh comely it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess in your memory you're drunk on your awe to me it doesn't mean anything at all oh comely all of your friends are letting you blow bristling and ugly bursting with fruits falling out from the holes of some pretty bright and bubbly friend you could need to say comforting things in your ear but oh comely there isn't such one friend that you c

Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies. Fascinating shit, yo.