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Happy Not Monday Everyone!!!
Keep on winning whodat2112.
ty all for beinig here for me!! it was just a azzwipe on olivers thread lol shouldnt have let him get to me!! i love our home here and my friends on the discount vapors thred...and of course vb beach. but this is my home!!! love u all and ty so much for every thing! id like your posts but this tablets bein a jerk! much love to yuo and and again ty from the bottom of this ole red heads heart!(((hugs))))
Well, Dang Dave. I are NOT Genteel. Scholarly in some areas...Thank You Sir Hypnophone! You are a genteel-man & scholarly!
Thank you brutha!
It's all okay
but every time I see or hear that word I always think of this snog/song. I am just weird that way!
LoV dIs ThReAd!
Good NiGhT all....& happy HuMp DaY!
Ever been to Seattle. Portland, San Franphsyco?
Fascinating lady, snowflake in the sun
You make me feel so bourgeois
Oh, you've captured everyone
I hear you've been a dancer
At some famous Paris show
And million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
Sweetheart of the year
Secret of your beauty,
Was your moon-tan and your fear
And now you run this city
You're still honey to the flies
Attract the in-crowd dandies
Faraway-look in their eyes
You're the bright, nocturnal Vanilla Queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why, nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You haunt me, even in my dreams
It couldn't be avoided
We were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down
And toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire
Sweet moments of relief
You blew down my fences
You're natural make-believe
You're the bright, nocturnal Vanilla Queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why, nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You haunt me, even in my dreams
Songwriters: Barry Hay / George Kooymans
You know, I could post some other stuff.
I'm trying to drive this into YOUR head.
(try it with 'phones)
This was not desigined for beer-drankin.
I'm trying to drive this into YOUR head.
(try it with 'phones)
This was not desigined for beer-drankin.
With Satan's hog no pig at all
And the weather's getting dry
We'll head south from Altamont
In a cold-blood traveled trance
So clear the road, my bully boys
And let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon MC
Behind the pantry, behind the tree
The ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resound forever
Whose name resounds in terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog
'Cause man, I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC
And surely we did offer up
Behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
Pure nectar of antipathy
Behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC
Cry the cable, cry the word
Unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack
Behind the scene or but the back
Which was the stage at Altamont
My humble boys of listless power
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon...
Look, all right! You can feel it!
Songwriters: ALBERT BOUCHARD,DONALD ROESER,E BLOOM,SAMUEL PEARLMAN
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