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Posted by fayeroe on December 4, 2008, at 12:47:18
Sigismund, I'm listening to traditional blues. I think you would enjoy it! Pat
Posted by Sigismund on December 4, 2008, at 16:49:12
In reply to Your personal radio station, posted by fayeroe on December 4, 2008, at 12:47:18
Unfortunately, Pat, that link is not available to people outside the US.
But at least you've got me away from the politics board!
I'm going to see a famous entertainer soonish.
Can you guess who this might be?
Here is another clue to add to the one above:
Give me Stalin and St Paul.
Posted by fayeroe on December 4, 2008, at 16:57:41
In reply to I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons » fayeroe, posted by Sigismund on December 4, 2008, at 16:49:12
> Unfortunately, Pat, that link is not available to people outside the US.
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> But at least you've got me away from the politics board!
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> I'm going to see a famous entertainer soonish.
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> Can you guess who this might be?A singer? male or female?
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> Here is another clue to add to the one above:
> Give me Stalin and St Paul.hmmmmmmm. not yet.
Posted by Sigismund on December 4, 2008, at 19:35:56
In reply to Re: I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons » Sigismund, posted by fayeroe on December 4, 2008, at 16:57:41
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Posted by Sigismund on December 4, 2008, at 19:42:33
In reply to Re: I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons » Sigismund, posted by fayeroe on December 4, 2008, at 16:57:41
(He's an optimist)
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little Jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's RIDING crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and a white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...
Posted by fayeroe on December 5, 2008, at 5:28:38
In reply to Re: I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons » fayeroe, posted by Sigismund on December 4, 2008, at 19:35:56
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just diedEverybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knowsEverybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knowsEverybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knowsEverybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knowsAnd everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knowsAnd everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knowsAnd everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knowsEverybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knowsOh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knowsEverybody knows
Posted by Sigismund on December 5, 2008, at 14:20:56
In reply to Oh, no, you didn't!, posted by fayeroe on December 5, 2008, at 5:28:38
That's a good one too.
There's almost nothing he has done I don't like.
It will be wonderful.
This is the end of the thread.
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