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5689. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 6:15:57 AM Back In Black - ACDC
Back in black
I hit the sack [I hate to say]
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know my recipe pack]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky [A little lickin' on the side]
'Cause it's gettin' me high [just a gettin' me high]
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat size [cat's eyes]
Abusin' every one of them and running wild [Cruisin' every woman, never wonderin' why]
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang (Yes, I give a bang]
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play [pay]
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
CHORUS
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sight [sack]
5690. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 6:17:18 AM All you women who want a man of the street
But you don't know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me
'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn
I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to killToo many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
I'm like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that's ready to blow
'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know
I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Shoot to thrill, ready to kill
I can't get enough, I can't get the thrill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Pull the trigger
5691. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 6:23:37 AM Town Called Malice 5692. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 6:24:11 AM my escape ~ 5693. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 6:44:34 AM Isn't it nice, sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
I can make a film and make you my star
You'll be a natural the way you are
I would like you on a long black leash
I will parade you down the high streets
You've got the attraction
You've got the pulling power
Walk my doggie, walk my little sex dwarf
We can make a scene we'll be a team
Making the headlines sounds like a dream
When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside
We will take them for a ride of rides
They all love your miniature ways
You know what they say about small boys
5694. Ulgine Barrows - 5/14/2006 8:44:25 AM O, good grief,look what I posted.
I was totally in the cups, and it wasn't tea.
I get like this when my period's about to pop.
5695. Ulgine Barrows - 5/14/2006 8:48:51 AM I never know their names, But I smile just the same
New faces...Strange places, Most everything I see, Becomes a blur to me
And I'm wasted because, The fast pace is too much
Here at the final push to the sum
If my old life is done, Then, what have i become? What have i become?
Every now and then, The memories creep in
A breeze and blue skies, The trees and you and I
But if my old life is done, I guess that I've moved on
To new faces and strange places, Here at the final push to the sum
If my old life is done, then, What have I become?
What have I become
What have I become
What have I become
What have I become
What have I become
~ Grandaddy - The Final Push To The Sum 5696. Seamus - 5/15/2006 12:03:25 AM Message received loud and clear.
Mission accomplished. 5697. RickNelson - 5/16/2006 12:42:06 PM MaryAnn, of PFray on Slate, posted an article about Stanley Kunitz 1906-2006 5698. RickNelson - 5/17/2006 1:31:25 PM Slate article of Stanley Kunitz, by Robert Pinsky 5699. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 5/20/2006 4:14:56 PM 
5700. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 5/20/2006 4:37:12 PM Btw, many thanks for the Kunitz links, Rick! 5701. arkymalarky - 5/20/2006 6:15:23 PM That's fantastic, Wow. 5702. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 5/20/2006 7:23:16 PM Thanks, ark. 5703. NuPlanetOne - 5/25/2006 5:42:00 PM Not My Creature’s Keeper
They say
There are incredible
Life forms
Here on earth
We are but one
Of many
Under the sun
If any
One cares to notice
I watched a spider
Toyed with
By my cat
And I just sat
And marveled
And wondered
Then decided
To pat
My cat’s head
My choice
My inner sympathetic
Voice
Said save the bug
I gave my cat
A hug
And the spider
Scurried away
Who is to say
That my intervention
In any way
Shook the universe
And if in reverse
I ignore my cat
Or the spider bites
All is well?
Or well as can be?
Who goes to hell?
The cat, the bug
Or me?
5704. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:14:56 AM hiya, NuPlanetOne, my cats have decimated about 15 bunnies this spring
I've been wasted, angry and sad
Since you left Minneapolis
I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow
Like the heavens and the spring's virgin buds
But they strangle me with their sin
Fill me up with poison
Black clouds have covered up the sun again
~Lucinda Williams 5705. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:36:57 AM I wouldn't trade my place
Grandaddy: Now It's On
I got no reason to be
Weathered and withering
Like in a season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
And now it's on 5706. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:53:25 AM Rickover's Dream
Michael Hedges..... 5707. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:53:58 AM kisses 5708. webfeet - 6/2/2006 5:50:36 PM Nuplanet, your intervention in the dance of death between the spider and your cat brought to mind a favorite poem of Robert Frost.
Design
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
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