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Originally posted by Mr Sleep:
<STRONG> No i need a slap!!! </STRONG>

Originally posted by Darkpoet:
<STRONG>Might have to ask Weasel.</STRONG>

I didn't know Weasel was into that kind of thing...

Didn't you, well we shall have to have a discussion... D

i'm fine

hehe now i want get a coffie.
i just posted my firts really serious post on this forum hard work
but i got a lil to excited while posting it so i'm here to calm down

Bye All

Bye Sleep

@Dude I generally avoid posting serious things. Everyone else always knows more than me

Originally posted by Mr Sleep:
<STRONG>Bye All</STRONG>

G'Bye Sleep.

ALE!

bye Sleep.

Originally posted by Georgi:
<STRONG>
@Dude I generally avoid posting serious things. Everyone else always knows more than me </STRONG>

ok i have that poblem to but in this chase i just wanted to tell my thoughts about it, i don't care if people think it is stupid or not

i have to go now to

bye all

see u soon!

Hi lurkers

anybody wanna come outside and play?

Bye Dude

Hiya Leedogg

Hi Georgi, how are you today? you look lovely.

Did someone say play?

Hey Leedogg, how is it going?


*ahem*

Give me a job, give me security
Give me a chance to survive
I'm just a poor soul in the unemployment line
My God, I'm hardly alive
My mother and father, my wife and my friends
I see them laugh in my face
But I've got the power, and I've got the will
I'm not a charity case

I'll take those long nights, impossible odds
Keeping my eye to the keyhole
If it takes all that to be just what I am
I'm gonna be a blue collar man

Make me an offer that I can't refuse
Make me respectable, man
This is my last time in the unemployment line
So like it or not I'll take those

Long nights, impossible odds
Keeping my back to the wall
If it takes all that to be just what I am
I'm gonna be a blue collar man

Keeping my mind on a better life
When happiness is only a heartbeat away
Paradise, can it be all I heard it was
I close my eyes and maybe I'm already there

@Leedogg I am fine thanks, and you?

@DP *applause*

Outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones

Stack heals kickin' rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on a
Shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry
I know her act is terminal but she ain't gonna die

Slim Intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife. Ooh the pain

I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when
The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten
What's this funk That you call junk?
To me it's just monkey business

Blind man in the box that will probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump

Into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tongue for a cool place to stand
Where's this shade that you've got it made
To me it's just monkey business


Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got no monkey on my back


Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got no monkey on my back

The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey

Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got no monkey on my back

Originally posted by Darkpoet:
<STRONG>Did someone say play?

Hey Leedogg, how is it going?


</STRONG>

i'm good DP.
just got back from taking my son to daycare

How's the son doing?

Originally posted by Georgi:
<STRONG>I didn't know Weasel was into that kind of thing...
</STRONG>

The things I have to do around here

Ok folks, sing along, I'm sure you all know the words...

*on piano*
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
And something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

*DP comes in on guitar*
So bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in god above
If the bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that you're in love with him
Cos I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man I dig that rhythm and blu-uuuuues
I was a lonely teenage bronchin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

We started singing
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we'd been on our own
And moss rose fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Then while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
8 miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half time air was sweet perfume
As the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
As the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

We were singing
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

And there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cos fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
In the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
Not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The father son and holy ghost
They took the last train to the coast
The day the music died

Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Tunes guitar, turns volume up loud and kicks in the distortion peddle.


Since I was born they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned-out town

Never played by the rules I never really cared
My nasty reputation takes me everywhere

I look and see it's not only me
So many others have stood where I stand
We are the young so raise your hands

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild

Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be
Getcha a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me

I said "Hey man, there's something that you oughta know.
I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row."

I look and see it's not only me
We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt
We are the young, so shout it out

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild
We are the youth gone wild

Hello. Are you guys singing for 3 days without a break?