Chrétien to step down

[Asher]

Schism -- I love that song blackice, Good choice.

/me happily sits on his Tool concert tickets.

It's amazing Tool is coming to perform to such an uncultured city, and perhaps more amazing that this uncultured city sold out the Saddledome in hours to see them.

[blackice]

Heh some of the best concerts I have seen have been in Alberta, Tool Most of my buddy's in Alberta will be there

[blackice]

Slam happy in the front

[Asher]

Originally posted by blackice
Heh some of the best concerts I have seen have been in Alberta, Tool Most of my buddy's in Alberta will be there

I'll keep an eye out for old men shouting at all of the kids smoking joints.

[Tingkai]

Originally posted by Asher
It's amazing Tool is coming to perform to such an uncultured city, and perhaps more amazing that this uncultured city sold out the Saddledome in hours to see them.

Well, when you only have one concert a year...

[blackice]

Interesting while some fvck was doing his I am an idiot and can not drive on the QEW today. Many drivers were doing the finger, horn, scream, you name it. They were not driving just looking for revenge, relief. Me timming is life I say and this is a classic call me Psyco . I was listening to Tool this song

I was the only one grinning, call me happy

Jerk-Off

Someone told me once
that there's a right and wrong,
and that punishment
would come to those
who dare to cross the line.

But it must not be true
for jerk-offs like you.
Maybe it takes longer to catch a total a$shole.
but I'm tired of waiting.
Maybe it's just bull$hit and I should play GOD,
and shoot you myself.*
Because I'm tired of waiting.

Consequences dictate
our course of action
and it doesn't matter what's right.
It's only wrong if you get caught.
If consequences dictate
my course of action
I should play GOD
and shoot you myself.*
I'm very tired of waiting.

I should
kick you,
beat you,
fvck you,
and then shoot you in your fvcking head.*

[notyoueither]

Oh you young punkers. Stop jacking this thread!

FOUR STRONG WINDS
(Ian Tyson)

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Think I'll go down to Alberta
Where there's good times in the fall
I've got some friends that I can stay with workin' for
But I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more

------ guitar solo -------

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are lookin' good
I could meet you if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

[blackice]

I'll keep an eye out for old men shouting at all of the kids smoking joints

You mean the ones passing them to in in thier 30's?
Yup that would be them

[Tingkai]

Hell, for him, it would be anyone over 25.

[blackice]

Well, when you only have one concert a year

No lie Taki Alberta attracts good music to no end

They love the fans there cuz we were, are god

[blackice]

Hey my last steady out there was 18 I was well older

[Asher]

Originally posted by Tingkai
Hell, for him, it would be anyone over 25.

25? That's way old. Old is anyone over 20.

[notyoueither]

Heeeh! Got to carry on...

Eric Clapton

Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Ain't had no loving
Since you've been gone.

Alberta, Alberta,
Where'd you stay last night?
Alberta, Alberta
Where'd you stay last night?
Come home this morning,
Clothes don't fit you right


Alberta, Alberta,
Girl, you're on my mind.
Alberta, Alberta,
Girl, you're on my mind.
Ain't had no loving
Such a great long time.


Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Ain't had no loving
Since you've been gone.

[blackice]

Seriously most of my friends out thier range from 24 to 80.

One of my best friends here, I call her that now. She and I have a good friendship is turning 100 in November.

I took her Harris's office last year so she could give him a piece of her mind, She did and it made the papers

If I have half the fvcking brains she has now I will consider myself very lucky.

She had published last year a 500 page childrens book,

A brain so are the 5, 8, 20, 16, and every age in between people I know.

That is why I say to Taki, not yet my friend but it is comming. The next revolution of change, soon in our life time. Grin when you see it cuz they are us

[notyoueither]

This guy couldn't hack it...

The Alberta Homesteader
(Tune: The Irish Washerwoman)
My name is Dan Gold, an old bachelor I am
I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan
You'll find me out here on Alberta's bush plain
A-starving to death on a government claim.


So come to Alberta, there's room for you all
Where the wind never ceases and the rain always falls
Where the sun always sets and there it remains
Till we get frozen out on our government claims.


My house it is built of the natural soil
My walls are erected according to Hoyle
My roof has no pitch, it is level and plain
And I always get wet when it happens to rain.


My clothes are all ragged, my language is rough
My bread is case-hardened and solid and tough
My dishes are scattered all over the room
My floor gets afraid at the sight of a broom.


How happy I feel when I roll into bed
The rattlesnake rattles a tune in my head
The little mosquito devoid of all fear
Crawls over my face and into my ear.


The little bedbug so cheerful and bright
It keeps me up laughing two-thirds of the night
And the smart little flea with tacks in his toes
Crawls up through my whiskers and tickles my nose.


You may try to raise wheat, you may try to raise rye
You may stay there and live, you may stay there and die
But as for myself, I'll no longer remain
A-starving to death on a government claim.


So farewell to Alberta, farewell to the west
It's backwards I'll go to the girl I love best
I'll go back to the east and get me a wife
And never eat cornbread the rest of my life.