posted on April 10, 2002 09:59:13 PM new
Asked my husband to give me a good song and all he can think of is a bad song called Goblin Girl by Frank Zappa.
That and the theme song for the A-team.
It is interesting to see what is in that mans head.
posted on April 10, 2002 10:09:11 PM new
well, I am signing off here for the night 1:05 AM Eastern standard time maybe some good nghts will get to page 11 for Ashlander Trader, (so he/she can turn in also) will post a good Morning in the morn, maybe a last day roll call will build up some more posts, JACK YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT, WITH KIARA ON BOARD, THERE AINT NO WAY YOUR NOT. SIGNING OUT, GOOD NIGHT ALL!
REENIE
PS, HEY JACK YOU THOUGHT YOU TYPED SLOW, I STARTED MY POST ON PAGE 10, BY THE TIME I FINISHED IT WAS QUITE A WAYS INTO 11.
[ edited by lattefor2 on Apr 10, 2002 10:11 PM ]
posted on April 10, 2002 10:17:31 PM new
They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
posted on April 10, 2002 10:34:58 PM new
THANKS FOR THE LINKS !!!! NOW I WILL BE UP ALL NIGHT SO i HAD BETTER POST, HECK CAN'T TYPE, HOW DOES kIARA DO IT?????
posted on April 10, 2002 10:37:46 PM new
SINCE YOU WERE SO HELPFUL WITH THE PICTURE LINKS, WANT TO GIVE ME ADVISE ON BUILDING A WEB PAGE? THAT IS WHAT I SHOULD BE LEARNING TONIGHT
posted on April 10, 2002 11:07:11 PM new
HAIR TO DIE FOR.
HE ASKED ME WHY,,,,,,,, WHY,,,,,,, I'MA HAIRY GUY,,,,,,,,,, I'M HAIRY NOOOOOON AND NIGHT, NIGHT, NIGHT. I'M HAIRY HIGH AND LOW DON'T ASK ME WHHHHHHHHHHHHHY, CAUSE HE DON'T KNOW. OH HECK, WHEN KIARA SEE'S THIS SHE WILL DO THE WHOLE SONG RIGHT. SHE KNOWS ALL THE WORDS, THE TUNE, THE,,,,,,,,,,,,FEELINGS, THE,,,,,,,,,,HAHAHHA. KIARA!! KIARA! KIARA!. HELP!!!!!!!!! I AM ONLY ONLY LIKE 99% OF US. SING ALONG WITH THE RADIO. OR IN THE SHOWER. CONCRETE STAIRWELLS ARE GREAT. THE AUCOUSTICS. THESE BIG STORAGE UNITS IN L.A. HAVE GREAT ACOUSTICS. NOT TO WORRY,,,,,,I SING IT OUT. MY KIND OF JUNK!!!! MY KIND OF JUNK. I ALSO PLAY THE HARMONICA. WELL,,,,,,,,,JUST A LITTLE. (ABOUT FIFTEEN SONGS,,,,,,,,,,,COMPLETE) HAHAHAHAHA. IT'S REALLY HARD TO SING AND PLAY AT THE SAME TIME. STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT DILLON.
BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS. THE GREATEST. AND WHEN I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE,,,,,,,,,,,ANDA WHEEEEEEEEEEEEN I'M DEAAAAAD , DEAD AND GONNNNNNNNNE, THER'LE BE ONE LESS CHIIIIIIIIIILD INA WORRRRRRRRRLD ,,,,,,,,,,,TA CARRY ON........NOW TROUBLES ARE MANY, THERE AS, DEEP ASA WELL, BUT I'LL NEVER KNOW BY LIVIN' ONLY MY DIEIN' WILL TELL, YES ONLY, MY DIEIN' WILL TELL. YEAAAH, ONLY MY DIEIN' WILL TELL.
posted on April 10, 2002 11:10:14 PM new
HAIR TO DIE FOR, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP. YES YOU DID IT!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHHA. GREAT!!!!! HAHAHHAHA. GOOD NIGHT. THANK YOU JACK.
posted on April 10, 2002 11:12:27 PM new
I'm not scared of dying
and I don't really care
if it's peace you find in dying,
well then, let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dying,
well then dying time is near
just bundle up my coffin,
'cause it's
cold way down there,
I hear that it's
cold way down there, yeah
crazy cold, way down there
And when I die, and when I'm gone
there'll be, one child born
in this world
to carry on, to carry on
posted on April 10, 2002 11:16:15 PM new
Yes, hair2dye4 did great!! For her:
She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low,
Don't ask me why; don't know!
It's not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead; darling
Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair!
Shoulder length, longer (hair!)
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it, Show it;
Long as God can grow it, My Hair!
Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for bees
A nest for birds, there ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it, Show it;
Long as God can grow it, My Hair!
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!
O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can,
Then my hair's too short!
Down to here, down to there,
Down to where, down to there;
It stops by itself!
doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot
See you tomorrow!
[ edited by kiara on Apr 10, 2002 11:18 PM ]
posted on April 10, 2002 11:16:30 PM new
HAHAHHHA. KIARA. LIKE I SAID. ON THE RADIO, ON THE RADIO. OH NO!!!!!!! ON THE RADIO. HERE IT COMES FOLKS. HAHAHAHAHHA.
posted on April 10, 2002 11:59:20 PM new
HAHAAHHHA, WE WILL DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. HAHAHAHHA NOT HARDLEY. THIS HAS TAKEN MY CONCENTRATION FROM E BAY LIKE WOULD NOT BELIEVE. BUT!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS WORTH IT TO MEET ALL OF YOU. SMACK! O.K. FOR THE GUYS A HUG AND A HAND SHAKE. HAHAHAAHA. REALLY WAS A PLEASURE MEETING ALL OF YOU IN PLACE. POST!!!!! POST!!!!!!! POST!!!!!!!! GOAL IS 400!!!!! I WON'T TAKE LESS!!!!!! WOW!!! THE NEXT TIME I DREAM UP SOME CRAZY SCHEME LIKE THIS I AM GONNA LOOK FAAAAAAAAAAAAR TO THE FUTURE. 400. THAT REALLY WAS'NT SUCH A FAR FETCHED GOAL. IT WILL HAPPEN. I KNOW IT WILL. POST!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU ALL JACK. GET ON IT. THIS HAS CERTAINLY BEEN BETTER THAN ANY T.V. SHOW. THE CHARACTURES (SP) ARE MUCH BETTER. YOU ARE ALL,,,,,,,,,,STARS. ACADEMY AWARD WINNING STARS. CEP'T FOR KIARA,,,,,,,,,,SHE GETS BEST ROCK AND ROLL, SINGER OF THE YEAR,,,,,,,,,,,AWARD. MAN CAN THAT WOMAN SING E'R WHAT. HEY HEY MOMMA DON'T YA SHAKE THAT THING, GONNA MAKE YOU MOVE, GONNA MAKE YOU GROOVE. DU DU DU DU DU . WHATCH HER PATCH THIS MESS UP. HAHAHAHHA.
posted on April 11, 2002 07:30:56 AM new
Morning, got a little carried away last night, they just let me out of the straight jacket...
I coulddn't help myself,
send Kiara a GRAMMY for the singing...
I hope you are at 400 when I awake, course then what will i do?