posted November 24, 2007 11:10 PM              

Billy Joel

posted November 24, 2007 11:29 PM              

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Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds.

posted December 07, 2007 01:09 AM            

STEVE
Don't get us wrong . . .

CHUCK
We respect human life an' all.

JEFF
It's a tragedy.

STEVE
But . . . if I was a serial killer,
which I'm not, but if I was, I'd be
like Mickey.

posted December 07, 2007 12:22 PM              

There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now. -
The hours getting late.

posted December 07, 2007 07:27 PM            

WAYNE
What do you think of Mickey and
Mallory?

CHUCK
Hot.

JEFF
Hot.

STEVE
Totally hot.

CHUCK
Mickey and Mallory's the best thing to
happen to mass murder since Manson.

STEVE
Forty-eight people known. They're way
cooler than Manson.

CUT TO: Wayne interviewing MORGAN and PAGE, two young girls.

WAYNE
What do you think of Mickey and
Mallory?

MORGAN
Well, he's just . . . I dunno . . .
charismatic.

PAGE
They're so romantic.

posted December 18, 2007 04:33 PM              

* parody of ll cool js I need love

When I come home from work
Im fiendin for an eight-ball
I got crack on my mind
Im hearing cocaine call
Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I dont use drugs
There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn
I couldnt breathe but Im still thinking about the next gram
Its friday night and Im not trying to leave my crib doped
Ill kill myself while the dealers eating japanese food
I aint got no pride, Im buying this ****
Im lying to myself telling the runner Im trying to quit
Its all make believe, I pretend that Im ? ?
When you give me credit, Im dodging you every chance that I get
Even if its good, Ill sniff it up in a minute
Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it
If you fall for that and bring me a new sack
Ill be making more crazy faces than jim carrey on crack
Cuz yo Im ripped, I owe you loot
Plus I annoy you
I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill
Yo Ill you were friends and we dont even chill
I need drugs

I need drugs

Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
I need to find me a crack pipe and Im complete
I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
Cuz they gave me **** to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
Yo I cant front - I got dope in my spleen
And Im telling everyone at this n.a. meeting Im thirty days clean
I wont die even with tuberculosis
I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage
You could find me at brighton beach or coney island
Or rikers island
My crack pipe is my violin
I play along to the police siren
My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor
Picking up breadcrumbs and lint
I dont know who I am, ask me I couldnt say
I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day
Tried to go to rehab too but couldnt get admitted
And if theres money missing from your pocketbook you know who did it
I need drugs

I need drugs

As a young teen I started with marijuana
Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
I love to experience a patients medication
I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
All I need is a hit of it and Ill create a new dance
Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
Made up my mind, Im quittin Im swearing in tears
Im not gonna get high, Ill only drink bizz
Cant sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
Gotta party to go to and Im the only one invited
I search the entire house for the damn white mouse
And when I finally find it, Ill sniff the whole ounce
I need drugs

I need drugs

posted December 30, 2007 04:25 PM            

"A yes, yes y'all
We won't stop
And rock on
'Til the break of dawn..."

posted December 30, 2007 07:17 PM              

The Sound of Music

havent heard this in so long....

Maria

She climbs a tree
And scrapes her knee

Her dress has got a tear

She waltzs on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair

And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair!

I've even heard her singing in the abbey

She's always late for chapel,

But her penitence is real

She's always late for everything

Except for every meal

I hate to have to say it but I very firmly feel

(all together)
Maria's not an asset to the abbey

(one nun)
I'd like to say a word in her behalf:
Maria makes me laugh

(all nuns laugh)

(Mother Abbess)
How do you solve a problem like maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
(one nun)
How do you find a word that means Maria?

(one nun at a time)
A flibbertajibbit?

A will of a whisp

a clown

Many a thing you know you'd like tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand

But how do you make her stay?
And listen to all you say

how do you keep a wave upon the sand?

Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moon beam in your hand?

When I'm with her
I'm confused
Out of focus
And bemused
And I never know exactly where I am

(one nun at a time)
Unpredictable as weather

She's as flighty as a feather

She's a darling

She's a demon

She's a lamb

She'd out pester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest

She can throw a twirling dervish out of whirl

She is gentle

She is wild

She's a riddle

She's a child

She's a headache

She's an angel

She's a girl!!

(all at once)
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?

A flibbertajjibet
A will of a wisp
A clown

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay?
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh how do you solve a problem like maria?
How do you hold a moon beam in your hand?

posted December 31, 2007 01:31 PM            

Climb ev'ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow ev'ry by-way
Every path you know

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live

posted February 02, 2008 08:15 PM              

~ the eagles

posted February 02, 2008 11:10 PM              

"Dance all days long" ?
No, it's:
"Dance hall days love" by Wang Chung

oh.

& i thought he said "We were cool on Christ" (come on, you know you did to )
but i guess it's:
"We were cool on craze"

posted February 02, 2008 11:35 PM              

Upside Down by Jack Johnson

Who's to say
What's impossible
Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stopping curiosity

I want to turn the whole thing upside down
ill find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs
I don't want this feeling to go away

Who's to say
I can't do everything
Well I can try
And as I roll along I begin to find
Things aren't always just what they seem

I want to turn the whole thing upside
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs
This world keeps spinning and there's no time to waste
Well it all keeps spinning spinning round and round and

Upside down
Whose to say whats impossible and can't be found
I don't want this feeling to go away

Please don't go away
Is this how it's supposed to be

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The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee Cullen

posted February 02, 2008 11:40 PM              

So, she says it's time she goes
but wanted to be sure I know
she hopes we can be friends

I think, yeah, I guess we can say I
but didn't think to ask her why
she blocked her eyes and drew the curtains
with knots I've got yet to untie...

what if I were Romeo in black jeans
what if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
maybe she's just looking for
someone to dance with

See, it was just too soon to tell
and looking for some parallel
can be an endless game

We said goodbye before hello
my secrets she will never know
and if I dig a hole to China
I'll catch the first junk to Soho

what if I were Romeo in black jeans
what if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
maybe she's just looking for
someone to dance with

Sometime from now you'll bow to pressure
some things in life you cannot measure by degrees

I'm between the poles and the equator
don't send no private investigator to find me please
'less he speaks Chinese
and can dance like Astaire overseas

what if I was, so what if I was
maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with

what if I were Romeo in black jeans
what if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Pcy9jL4fSQo

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The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee Cullen

posted February 02, 2008 11:48 PM              

Un conseil de goûter le charme d'être au monde,
Cependant qu'on est jeune et que le soir est beau,
Car nous nous en allons comme s'en va cette onde,
Elle à la mer, nous au tombeau.

"Beautiful Evening"

When at sunset the rivers are rosy
And a gentle ripple crosses the fields of grain
A suggestion to be happy seems to emanate from
all things
And enters the troubled heart

A suggestion to savor the charm of being in the
world
While one is young
...and the evening is beautiful

....For we are moving on
Just as this wave moves on

...It to the sea

...We to the tomb.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhh9q6zZcFs
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The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee Cullen

posted February 03, 2008 12:04 AM              

La lune blanche luit dans les bois.
De chaque branche part une voix
sous la ramée.
Ô bien aimée...
L'étang reflète, profond miroir,
la silhouette du saule noir
où le vent pleure.
Rêvons, c'est l'heure.
Un vaste et tendre
apaisement
semble descendre
du firmament
que l'astre irise.
C'est l'heure exquise!

The Time of Delight

The white moon shines in the woods.
From each branch springs a voice
beneath the arbor.
Oh my beloved...
The pond reflects, like a deep mirror,
the silhouette of the black willow
where the wind weeps.
Let us dream! It is the hour.
A vast and tender
calm
seems to descend
from a sky
made iridescent by the moon.
It is the exquisite hour!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zc2pZVpVNu4
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The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee Cullen