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M*A*S*H.. I LOVE that show. I had a terrible crush on Hawkeye Pierce when I was a little kid (still do)! Weird crush for a kid, though, eh?

Sipping a Vietnamese coffee (iced strong coffee with sweetened condensed milk and a dash of vanilla extract), and booking tour dates for next week. Thinking about how I need a secretary. Badly.

Sorry the "blonde dude-magnet" couldn't be there last weekend.. But be forwarned, I'll be back for certain people to hate on me NEXT weekend. And don't worry, I only have eyes for ONE dude, so yours is safe.

Hang-overs

Bass, for sure. I suck at leads. What art do you have hanging on your walls at home?

Norman Bates!! Did you ever "go steady" with someone in elementary school?

I Am Stretched On Your Grave (an old Irish traditional) I am stretched on your grave And I'll lie here forever If you hands were in mine I'd be sure they would not sever My apple tree, my brightness, It's time we were together For I smell by the Earth And I'm worn by the weather. When my family think That I'm safely in my bed Oh, from night until morn I am stretched out at your head Calling out unto the earth With tears hot and wild For the loss of a girl That I loved as a child. Do you remember the night Oh, the night when we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the touch of the frost? Oh, and thanks be to Jesus We did all that was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light. Oh, the priests and the friars They approach me in dread Oh, for I love you still Oh, my life, and you're dead I still will be your shelter Through rain and through storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm I am stretched on your grave And I'll lie here forever If you hands were in mine I'd be sure they would not sever My apple tree, my brightness, It's time we were together For I smell by the Earth And I'm worn by the weather. Now TELL me this isn't one of the SADDEST songs ever.. I'm just FULL of Irish ballads, as I was raised on them. Maybe I should start another thread, called "Saddest Irish Ballads You Can Think Of," so I won't be such a posthog!

This one always gets me, too. My grandfather used to like to sing it: Streets Of Laredo (traditional) As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly walked by. "Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story. "I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die." "It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing. "Once in the saddle, I used to go gay. "First to the card-house and then down to Rose's. "But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today." "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin. "Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall. "Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin. "Roses to deaden the clods as they fall." "Then beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly. "Play the dead march as you carry me along. "Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me, "I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." "Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother, "An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone. "But please not one word of the man who had killed me. "Don't mention his name and his name will pass on." When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting. The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay. We took the young cowboy down to the green valley, And there stands his marker, we made, to this day. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, Played the dead march as we carried him along. Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him. He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong. Need I explain why it gets my goat??

A foul odor emanated from the mysterious box that lay on his porch.

It would depend on how much bush tucker (wild food) was available.. Once the food is gone, the people around me had best not sleep..the most useless person in the camp would become the first meat. I've been envisioning that hilarious Bugs Bunny cartoon, with the two castaways, the entire time I've been writing this reply! What temperature do you like your morning shower to be?

Very clever, Phee!

I must..my teeth glow under the blacklights, and I haven't broken anything in a while due to my pratfalls. What is your favorite restaurant?

A hand broke suddenly from the chrysalis; the faerie imago emerged, shining radiantly. P.S. This thread just isn't the same while Fin is absent.. :(

The Balloon Song, by Mark Wills I set a friend of mine up on a date, And I told him I'd watch his boy for the day-- And we had a ball playin' games, eatin' dogs, Riding rides at the county fair. I thought he was just being a kid When we got back to my place, And he did what he did; On a balloon that he won, He wrote, "Mama, I had fun, I missed you, and I wished you were there." I wasn't sure what he had in mind, 'Till he jumped up and ran outside and He let it go, he waved goodbye, or was it hello? I don't know, but I died inside.. I can still see his excitement, Him pointing and smilin', When it was gone as it could get-- He turned and asked me "You think it's in Heaven yet?" Well I struggled for something to say-- I was too choked up, and Lackin' the kind of faith he had in his heart; Before I could start-- He walked me back inside, He gave me his Crayola pen.. Said, "I bet there's a message that you'd like to send," And no doubt, he was right-- it's been locked Up inside, since Grandpa said goodbye. I took that yellow balloon, and I wrote, 'Til I ran out of room-- then I let it go, and we waved goodbye. That seven year old Lord he opened my eyes. I can still see his excitement, Him pointing and smilin', When it was gone as it could get-- I turned and asked him, "You think it's in Heaven yet?" I am sitting here crying like a fool right now, just reading these lyrics again as I post.. When my sister (who had spina bifida, was mentally handicapped, and many other health problems) passed away a few years back at age 17, we let balloons go for her at her wake. She LOVED balloons. This song makes me think of her. She was my baby girl.

Trying to figure out how to turn this day into a sweet lemon.. My plans for the evening have been botched.

New spider pic in my gallery (just for you, Jane Dead ).. I hope this link works! http://www.detroitgothic.net/index.php?aut...si&img=5283

Painkiller, by Judas Priest ( I always envision the Angel Michael in a mech-suit when I hear this song) Faster than a bullet Terrifying scream Enraged and full of anger He's half man and half machine Rides the Metal Monster Breathing smoke and fire Closing in with vengeance soaring high He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Planets devastated Mankind's on its knees A saviour comes from out the skies In answer to their pleas Through boiling clouds of thunder Blasting bolts fo steel Evils going under deadly wheels He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Faster than a laser bullet Louder than an atom bomb Chromium plated boiling metal Brighter than a thousand suns Flying high on rapture Stronger free and brave Nevermore encaptured They've been brought back from the grave With mankind ressurrected Forever to survive Returns from Armageddon to the skies He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Wings of steel Painkiller Deadly wheels Painkiller

The Cats Of Ulthar.. Coffee black, or sugar and cream?

Tu Solo Tu, by Selena Mira como ando mi amor Por tu querer Borracha y apasionada Nomas por tu amor Mira como ando mi bien Muy dada a la borracha Y a la perdicion Tu, solo tu Has llenado de luto mi vida Abriendo una herida En mi corazon Tu, solo tu Eres causa de todo mi llanto De mi desencanto Y desesperacion Solo tu sombra fatal Sombra del mal Me sigue por dondequiera Con obstinacion Y por quererte olvidar Me tiro a la borracha Y a la perdicion

Calypso, by Suzanne Vega My name is Calypso And I have lived alone I live on an island And I waken to the dawn A long time ago I watched him struggle with the sea I knew that he was drowning And I brought him into me Now today Come morning light He sails away After one last night I let him go. My name is Calypso My garden overflows Thick and wild and hidden Is the sweetness there that grows My hair it blows long As I sing into the wind My name is Calypso And I have lived alone I live on an island I tell of nights Where I could taste the salt on his skin Salt of the waves And of tears And though he pulled away I kept him here for years I let him go My name is Calypso I have let him go In the dawn he sails away To be gone forever more And the waves will take him in again But he'll know their ways now I will stand upon the shore With a clean heart And my song in the wind The sand will sting my feet And the sky will burn It's a lonely time ahead I do not ask him to return I let him go I let him go

The Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness, by John Prine You come home late and you come home early You come on big when you're feeling small You come home straight and you come home curly Sometimes you don't come home at all So what in the world's come over you And what in heaven's name have you done You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness You're out there running just to be on the run Well I got a heart that burns with a fever And I got a worried and a jealous mind How can a love that'll last forever Get left so far behind So what in the world's come over you And what in heaven's name have you done You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness You're out there running just to be on the run It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow It's crossed the evil line today Well, how can you ask about tomorrow We ain't got one word to say So what in the world's come over you And what in heaven's name have you done You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness You're out there running just to be on the run