Blue you radiant blue
I don't know how you can stand next to me
You you talk like a noose
And only confuse my perplexity
Now that I'm so sad and not quite right
I could dance all night
I could dance all night
Shake your rattle-snake skin
And become a part of society
Wait on down the highway
To see how far I'll come a-run a-run run running
All that we had salvaged from the fire
Was a waste of time
(But) what a waste of time
Should I trust all the rust that's on TV
I guess with some distaste I disagree
With quite a fashionable dispassion for the dispossessed under-stressed gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
but I don't care if you don't like it or just don't see
Now that we fattened the cow
And set out to plow unknown enemies
"Wow!" shouts the startled crowd "Now now did you see what I did see?"
the ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies
and it looks so nice
gee it looks so nice
shout just let it on out
confusion becomes a philosophy
down we're reaching the town where we don't have to stand around and look over our shoulders
hell I never knew was what we made it
let's just take it slow IN THIS HOME ON ICE
tell him that a brinny is a lil brown bird that will sit on your sholder and say thank you!
ha.
hot diggity dog.
hello new friend.
you are now aloud in the club house...
the key word is...
"jeeper sneepers crawl'n peepers"
I don't think I ever told you this, but my best friend is the college football writer for the Washington times and back a little while ago my friend did an interview with a certain Ohio State running back who said he tries to "immolate Marcus Allen" at every opportunity.
That's awfully harsh behavior, I thought, towards a guy whose running style the OSU back claimed to idolize. eeek
My friend kindly did not run with the quote in his newspaper.
yay for bad point spreads that give your LloydCarr's points!
Though part of my as a new UM sympathizer (because of you and Subrosa and Doug and no Big-10 team) kinda wishes they'd lose 5 games to get Pat Dye out of there.
Then you could hire Spurrier away from S. Carolina (though I think he will end up replacing Fulmer at UT eventually) and say "Screw it, we are going back to the days of the Fab Five where we'll trade a little gunplay for a lot of wins"
Hope your birthday was fun.
I bought you a Thunderbird and a small carribean island with a mansion made of weed and four dancing girls to fan you with palm fronds, but then felt it was a little over the top, so I'm keeping all that shit and just will hook you up with a bar tab next time you pass through the Forbidden Zone and wander into Manhattan.
I actually listened to the original version of Hypnotize right after I asked you that. If we were to make body armor from my sideburns what defense would I have in the National Pimp Slap Competition?
