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  • In honor of a great entertainer - one taken from this world far too soon - that we were all privledged to enjoy each and every week.

    Vaya con Dios, mi amigo. Viva la Raza!

    In Loving Memory
    Alter Bridge

    Thanks for all you've done
    I've missed you for so long
    I can't believe you're gone
    You still live in me
    I feel you in the wind
    You guide me constantly

    I never knew what it was to be alone, no
    'Cause you were always there for me
    You were always there waiting
    And I'll come home and I miss your face so
    Smiling down on me
    I close my eyes to see

    And I know you're a part of me
    And it's your song that sets me free
    I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
    I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me

    I carry the things that remind me of you
    In loving memory of
    The one that was so true
    You were as kind as you could be
    And even though you're gone
    You still mean the world to me

    I never knew what it was to be alone, no
    'Cause you were always there for me
    You were always there waiting
    But now I come home and it's not the same, no
    It feels empty and alone
    I can't believe you're gone

    And I know you're a part of me
    And it's your song that sets me free
    I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
    I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me

    I'm glad he set you free from sorrow
    I'll still love you more tomorrow
    And you'll be here with me still
    And what you did, you did with feeling
    And you always found the meaning
    And you always will
    And you always will
    And you always will...

    And I know you're a part of me
    And it's your song that sets me free
    I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
    I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me
    CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
    Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
    Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
    Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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    • Death Cab for Cutie: What Sarah Said

      And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
      As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
      And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
      As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

      Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
      It stung like a violent wind that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
      But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
      And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

      'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
      Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
      And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
      But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

      So who's going to watch you die?

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      • Kenny Wayne Shepherd
        Blue On Black



        Night, falls,
        I'm alone
        Skin, yeah,
        chilled me to the bone
        You, turned and you ran,
        oh, slipped from the edge of my hand
        Blue on black,
        tears on a river
        Push on a shove,
        it don't mean much
        Whisper on a scream,
        doesn't change a thing
        Don't bring you back
        Blue on black
        Blind, oh,
        now I see
        truth, lies,
        and in between
        Wrong,
        can't be undone
        Slipped,
        from the tip of your tongue
        Blue on black,
        tears on a river
        Push on a shove,
        it don't mean much
        Whisper on a scream,
        doesn't change a thing
        Don't bring you back
        Blue on black
        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • good one

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          • For Fred Phelps, for all the good times.

            My silks and fine array,

            My smiles and languish'd air,

            By love are driv'n away;

            And mournful lean Despair

            Brings me yew to deck my grave:

            Such end true lovers have.


            His face is fair as heav'n,

            When springing buds unfold;

            O why to him was't giv'n,

            Whose heart is wintry cold?

            His breast is love's all worship'd tomb,

            Where all love's pilgrims come.


            Bring me an axe and spade,

            Bring me a winding sheet;

            When I my grave have made,

            Let winds and tempests beat:

            Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay.

            True love doth pass away!
            William Blake (sung by Julie Covington on 'The Beautiful Changes' )
            Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

            ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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            • This could should be a 'poly anthem:
              Boy, boy, crazy boy, / Get cool, boy! / Got a rocket in your pocket, / Keep coolly cool, boy! / Don't get hot, / 'Cause man, you got / Some high times ahead. / Take it slow and Daddy-O, / You can live it up and die in bed!

              Boy, boy, crazy boy! / Stay loose, boy! / Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it. / Turn off the juice, boy! / Go man, go, / But not like a yo-yo schoolboy. / Just play it cool, boy, / Real cool!
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              • History got a stink out on the streets
                That we are through
                We are, she says, the false song among the beautiful chants
                And that, in the end of the day, shut up orators, you spoke too much
                Hereinafter we will be playing on this toure solely as ghosts

                Down with flags on the streets where we shouted
                The winds have changed, she said, and the horizones too
                They're doing us a favor in tolerating us and that we've had a good laugh
                Now, publicly, the microphone will be possessed only by those who know

                There were broadcasts and it was officially announced
                That we are the wrong capital in the wrong entry
                Their rotten world, there where it was rotting, came back to life
                And our revolts are, they say, generally out of context

                That slut, history, said we've gotten old
                Our fixations are being picked up by the garbage vans
                Foreign dreams and alien rags, we shouted in favor of them
                And now we're receving a rain of coins from the rig

                That slut, history, teared apart ancient visions
                Now she is sending us up for service and for chamomile
                We tightly rectified her virginity with stiches
                We carried her and she carried us to the windmill

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                • For Albert, with love.

                  Time with my girl, I spent it well
                  I had to be strong for my woman
                  She says, you must be joking, oh man
                  You must be joking, she needed to be protected

                  The good life was so elusive
                  Handouts, they got me down
                  I had to regain my self-respect
                  So, I got into camouflage

                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform

                  To have ambition was my ambition
                  Time with my girl, I spent it well
                  You must be joking, oh man, you must be joking

                  The good life was so elusive
                  Handouts, they got me down
                  I had to regain my confidence
                  So, I got into camouflage

                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform

                  I need an order, shoot
                  I need an order, shoot
                  I need an order, shoot
                  I need an order

                  To have ambition was my ambition
                  Time with my girl, I spent it well
                  You must be joking, oh man, you must be joking

                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  I love a man in a uniform

                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform

                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  I love a man in a uniform
                  The girls, they love to see you shoot
                  Gang Of Four, 'I Love A Man In Uniform'
                  Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                  ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                  • A long time ago, way back in history
                    When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
                    Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
                    And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

                    He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
                    And to his praises we shall always sing
                    Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
                    Lord bless Charlie Mops,
                    The man who invented beer



                    Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

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                    • Where is Slowwie anyway?
                      Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.

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                      • In the Sports forum.
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                        JKStudio - Masks and other Art

                        No pasarán

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