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Pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead; I just need some place where I can lay my head. "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No", was all he said. Take a load off Fannie, take a load for free; Take a load off Fannie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me. I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide; When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side. I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown." She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around." Take a load off Fannie, take

There's a home by the wide Avonmore That would sweep o'er the broad open sea And wide rivers where the waves wash ashore Whilst bulrushes they wave to the breeze Where the green ivy clings round the door And the birds sweetly sing on each tree O me darling they're tuning they're notes Is ar Eirinn ni neosfainn ce hi Like a sick man that longs for the dawn I do long for the light of her smile And I pray for my own cailin ban While I'm waiting for her by the stile Oh I'd climb all the hills of this land And I'd swim all the depths of the sea To get one kiss from her lily-white ha

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love, There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'. Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled, From across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden, Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona. Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all f

^ One of my favorite books of the past several years. "Favorite books" are judged by their unforgettable stories. Krakauer is a brilliant writer IMHO, and this is one of his best.

I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocket full of soap Money for dope Money for rope No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocket full of soap Money for dope Money for rope I'm sick to death of seeing things

Sweet. It is a beautiful tome. You're a fine husband, charlos.

She wanted to test her husband. She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn

Walking down Main Street Getting to know the concrete Looking for a purpose from a neon sign I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air We'll hit the road, never looking behind Can you deny, there's nothing greater Nothing more than the traveling hands of time? Saint Genevieve can hold back the water But saints don't bother with a tear stained eye Seeing traces of the scars that came before Hitting the pavement still asking for more When the hours don't move along, Worn-out wood and familiar songs To hear your voice is not enough It's more than a shame Can you deny, there's

I have my plot all picked out.

Are you out there Can you hear me Can you see me in the dark I don't believe it's all for nothing It's not just written in the sand Sometimes I thought you felt too much And you crossed into the shadowland And the river was overflowing And the sky was fiery red You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya That's what the old man always said Fallen Angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one In my dream the pipes were playing In my dream I lost a friend Come down Gabriel and blow your horn 'Cause some day we will meet again Fallen Angel Casts a

Well, I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow And wangity-wang, wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow I'm a little airplane nrrrow, nrrrow And wangity-wang, wangity-wang I'm a little airplane nrrrow I fly in the dark (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) Over baseball parks (nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow nrrrow-nrrrow-nrrrow) Well I fly late at night (nrrrow-nrrro

It's cold, but at least the sun is out Her breath hangs glowing in the air She's standing at the car with the key in her hand Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere All at once, the weight has lifted Forgotten the weeping all last night She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father Her head is tilted a little to the right And it's just your tender blindspot Not the ruination of your soul As long as trees are skying Tears are weeping seas to make us whole Still you wonder why you're aching Why you should go on, you just don't know But it's just your tender blindspot From that tender bli

As in Gene Krupa?

Who posted in: Now Reading Poster Posts M. Christine 22 Top poster. I don't get out much.

Came in the mail today.

Let me in here, I know I've been here, Let me into your heart. Let me know you, let me show you, Let me roll it to you. All I have is yours, All you see is mine And I'm glad to have you in my arms, I'd have you any time. Let me say it, let me play it, Let me lay it on you. Let me know you, let me show you, Let me grow it on you. All I have is yours, All you see is mine And I'm glad to have you in my arms, I'd have you any time. Let me in here, I know I've been here, Let me into your heart. Let me know you, let me show you, Let me roll it to you. All I have is yours, All you see is mine And

Now that I

Walk along the river, sweet lullaby. It just keeps on flowing, it don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly mister blue bird I'm just walking down the road, early morning sunshine tells me all I need to know. You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, turn your love my way, yeah. Good old Sunday morning bells are ringing everywhere. Goin' to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there.

He actually said one of the funniest things I've ever heard in a concert line. I still laugh about it. Pretty high energy cat, that's for sure. Oh my. I'll probably see him at the SF show!

Doing your gsteinb impression again?

Jared was there on Friday. He talked my ear off for several hours, seemed like.

Great pictures you guys!