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To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 2:41:00 PM
From: Cynic 2005	Respond to of 86076

It would be quite an event to witness if we see exact opposite of Tuesday!, don't you think (I am expecting one such reversal - that fits well with my theory of 200 point moves and swings! -g-) PS: DOW is now up 185 and DUNG is up 35. Let us see how they close!

To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 2:50:00 PM
From: Lost1	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 86076

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again

To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 2:51:00 PM
From: accountclosed	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 86076

NOT: Well I've been down so god damn long that it looks like up to me. <ggg> how about one of these two When The Music's Over by The Doors © Doors Music Company ASCAP When the music's over Turn out the light. The music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end. Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection, Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside. The face in the mirror won't stop, The girl in the window won't drop, A feast of friends-- "Alive!" she cried, Waiting for me Outside! Before I sink Into the big sleep, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly. Come back, baby Back into my arm. We're getting tired of waiting around, Waiting around with our heads to the ground. I hear a very gentle sound. What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and tied her with fences and dragged her down. I hear a very gentle sound, With your ear down to the ground-- We want the world and we want it Now! Persian night! See the light! Save us! Jesus! Save us! So when the music's over, Turn out the lights. The music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until THE END! doors.iscool.com or The End by The Doors © Doors Music Company ASCAP This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend. The end of our elaborate plans. The end of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes again. Can you picture what will be so limitless and free. Desperately in need of some stranger's hand in a desperate land. Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain, and all the children are insane; all the children are insane waiting for the summer rain. There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Wierd scenes inside the goldmine; Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake. Ride the snake, to the lake, The ancient lake, baby The snake he's long, seven miles Ride the snake He's old And his skin is cold The west is the best. The west is the best. Get here and we'll do the rest The blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver, where you takin' us? The killer awoke before dawn. He put his boots on. He took a face from the ancient gallery and he Walked on down the hall. He went into the room where his sister lived. And then he. Paid a visit to his brother. And then he, he Walked on down the hall. And he came to a door. And he looked inside. "Father." "Yes son." "I want to kill you." "Mother, I want to..." Come on baby, take a chance with us, Come on baby, take a chance with us, Come on baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus... This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end. doors.iscool.com

To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 2:53:00 PM
From: Terry Whitman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 86076

The End? or Show me the way to the next Whiskey Bar?

To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 3:00:00 PM
From: accountclosed	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 86076

hey they have lots that are applicable. besides "the end" & "when the music's over" there's "ship of fools" "summer's almost gone" "tell all the people" "break on through" they even have a song for happy_girl <g> Unhappy Girl by The Doors © Doors Music Company ASCAP Unhappy girl, Left all alone Playing solitaire Playing warden to your soul You are locked in a prison Of your own devise. And you can't believe What it does to me, To see you Crying. Unhappy girl, Tear your web away Saw through all your bars Melt your cell today You are caught in a prison of your own devise. Unhappy girl, Fly fast away Don't miss your chance To swim in mystery You are dying in a prison Of your own devise. doors.iscool.com

To: bill meehan who wrote (65434)	9/30/1999 3:26:00 PM
From: accountclosed	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 86076

are you going to deliver the espada? and to whom are you going to dedicate it to? joey? abby? <g> Faena The matador now removes his black winged hat on the fifth trumpet and dedicates the death of the bull to the president or the crowd before beginning his faena. It is the faena which is the most beautiful and skillful section of the fight and where the matador must prove his courage and artistry. The faena consists of a series of passes made with the muleta, a piece of thick crimson cloth draped over a short stick, which can be held in either the left hand or draped over the espada, the killing sword, which is always held in the right hand. The classic pass is called the natural in which the muleta, in left or right hand, is first held in front of the matador to site the bull and is then swung across and away from the matador's body hopefully taking the bull with it. www2.tcd.ie picture: news1.thls.bbc.co.uk