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« Reply #15 on: May 25, 2007, 10:32:59 AM »
Dry Bones isn't nonsense...
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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
« Reply #16 on: May 25, 2007, 10:33:34 AM »
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought—
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
    He chortled in his joy.

    'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.
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« Reply #17 on: May 25, 2007, 10:46:39 AM »
Moon River, wider than a mile,

I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world;
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting 'round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
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« Reply #18 on: May 25, 2007, 10:48:56 AM »
Mefager
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« Reply #19 on: May 25, 2007, 10:52:23 AM »
Mercer would go collect huckleberries with friends along the river.

  I will be in front of the Mercer House on Monterey Square a week from right now.   I usually sit in the SW corner of the square.  I will meet you there and we can go pick huckleberries.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercer_House
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« Reply #20 on: May 25, 2007, 01:02:07 PM »
B
Forefather pointed to kingdom come
F#
Sadly told his only son
A
Just be careful what you do
"Robbie Lick"
It all comes back on you.


False witness spread the news
Somebody's gonna lose
Either she or me or you,
Nothing we can do.

(Chorus)

A              E
Don't you say a word
       A          E
Or reveal a thing you've learned
A            G#m     C#m
Time will tell you well
         F#m     A    B
If you truly, truly fell


Tarred and feathered, yea!
Thistles and thorns,
One or the other
He kindly warns.

Now you look out the window tell me
What do you see?
I see a golden calf pointing
Back at me.

I been sitting in here for so darn long
Waitin' for the end to come along.
Holy roaster on the brink
Take a chance, swim or sink.

False witness, cast an evil eye
said I cannot tell a lie,
Haints and saints don't bother me
I'm not alone you see.
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sk and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.

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« Reply #21 on: May 29, 2007, 10:48:46 AM »
Crash on the levee, mama,
Water's gonna overflow,
Swamp's gonna rise,
No boat's gonna row.
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point,
You can bust your feet,
You can rock this joint.
But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.

Now, don't you try an' move me,
You're just gonna lose.
There's a crash on the levee
And, mama, you've been refused.
Well, it's sugar for sugar
And salt for salt,
If you go down in the flood,
It's gonna be your own fault.
Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.

Well, that high tide's risin',
Mama, don't you let me down.
Pack up your suitcase,
Mama, don't you make a sound.
Now, it's king for king,
Queen for queen,
It's gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody's seen.
Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?
Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.
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sk and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.