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17404. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:15:14 PM You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You better fun like hell
You better dun all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They’re gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run 17405. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:23:45 PM Well, that was written in 1973, 30 years ago, and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.
The next track is 'Time' which I used, to wake myself up for several years. 17406. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:31:39 PM
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"I never said I was frightened of dying." 17407. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:38:35 PM oopsie. I have been posting lyrics again, which I think you all disapprove of, and not only that, my headphone jack is busted, so I haven't even been posting the lyrics I thought we were not listening together, it's been my iPod!
iFool! 17408. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:45:48 PM Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
~Peter Murphy 17409. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 1:51:14 PM For Ms. No
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men
Seperate from their awe
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes
Indigo eyes ...
Asking
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estranged
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes 17410. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 2:00:17 PM Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
17411. Ulgine Barrows - 11/7/2005 2:10:54 PM Ha ha, I'm not telling you my top-rated song, and I won't share, you are a stellarly silent audience throughout this display.
But, I will tell you, I am reading 'Tom Sawyer' to my son, a chapter or two per night. We start off every evening with me saying the Roman chapter, such as XI or XIV.
My son half-heartedly complains I should say the number, and i QUIZ OR CORRECT HIM AS NEEDED.
Sorry for the caps.
We have just FINISHED the part where the big storm hit the tiny islaND.
17412. Magoseph - 11/7/2005 2:12:49 PM I keep thinking about Scott’s daughter and her recent loss and I wonder now how old she is. If I remember well, she was fourteen when Scott stopped posting in the Mote for a few years .
I think about the time when I lost a dog, shortly before I left France and how the pain always stayed with me. While the boys grew up, I never became involved too much with their pets, except for seeing to their physical care. Now, we have Butch, definitely belonging to Flexy and depending on me for his care--a state of affairs that suits me just fine. 17413. ScottLoar - 11/7/2005 2:27:16 PM She's twenty now. Kitty was part of her childhood and as typical of the house as her schoolbooks. 17414. wonkers2 - 11/7/2005 2:50:30 PM What a bunch of maudlin whining over a pet cat that lived a long life! Get another cat. Get another life. Cremating a cat and saving the ashes. Get real! 17415. Magoseph - 11/7/2005 3:05:03 PM :(
Ouch, that hurts, Wonk! 17416. wonkers2 - 11/7/2005 3:11:02 PM Hey! The cat lived a long and, no doubt, pampered life and died. You'd think she'd lost a child or sibling. I wonder how much she spent on veterinarian bills. I have a friend who has an old dog sick with cancer. He's been conned into expensive radiation treatments which are likely to prolong the dog's life no more than a few months. I suggested he donate the money to Louisiana or Pakistan disaster relief rather than waste the money on a dog with a fatal disease. He was a bit offended by my cruel suggestion. Where I grew up a merciful shot to the dog's or horse's head solved the problem. 17417. ScottLoar - 11/7/2005 3:30:35 PM I agree to a merciful shot to the head rather than prolong misery but as I wrote, the cat died peacefully in its sleep, nothing untoward, nothing extraordinary save it was enfeebled.
Surely my daughter can discriminate between the loss of her pet cat and, for example, her aunt, but it must be a blunt mind or a dead heart that fails to understand affection and denies sympathy.
All of which is good reason to never again reveal too much about oneself in a public forum. 17418. wonkers2 - 11/7/2005 4:02:46 PM Your daughter has my sympathy. Apparently my comment on costly, heroic veterinary efforts was misplaced. However,wonder how much it cost to have the animal cremated? I have grieved over the deaths of pets--a dog and several cats. We now have a seventeen-year-old cat that is starting to show signs of old age. However, we don't plan to give a bunch of money to a veterinarian to prolong his life. Rich people in California spend thousands to bury their pets in cemeteries that rival the finest human cemeteries. This is grotesque, in my opinion, not to mention wasteful of scarce resources. 17419. wonkers2 - 11/7/2005 4:03:48 PM Too much money in this country is wasted on human death and funeral rituals, let alone on pets. 17420. PelleNilsson - 11/7/2005 4:52:40 PM I'm with wonkers. I don't understand this maudlin agonizing over the death of animals. 17421. Magoseph - 11/7/2005 5:09:46 PM This is not my day—first I manage to aggravate the tone of a conversation about a cat and then I write a silly post in the International thread. Time to shill for a while! See you all tomorrow. 17422. alistairConnor - 11/7/2005 5:39:09 PM Well, I find it perfectly normal and natural to mourn the death of a friend, albeit of the feline persuasion.
As the usual suspect in matters of cantankerous misanthropy, I award a Golden Harrumph apiece to Pelle and Wonk. 17423. wonkers2 - 11/7/2005 5:47:09 PM I'll display it with pride!
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