To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7000 ) 1/16/2001 4:55:29 AM From: 2MAR$ Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 13018 " You, betrayed by time and space, Seek and find your proper place.... " ....for tomorrow's come a long , long way to save you, yes it's your saving grace. grub too? ;-)Your Saving Grace Winter's people watching As I sail from season's four To join some crazy ladies In a game upon the shore None of them with broken wings But still refuse to fly So with sweetness on my lips I smile a last goodbye And now I spend my life On the velvet side of hell Aimlessly here searching For what I cannot tell The quietness is terrible It's more than I can stand But thousands now stand cheering As my blood flows in the sand Spoken: You're not the child You thought you were You wake up in the night And know you're blind And yet they keep on pushing Trying the insides of your mind Forever, forever arresting to control Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul Rise up with the new dawn's early morning Feel the sunshine warm upon your face Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you Yes, it's your saving grace Every day, every way Tomorrow, it's your saving grace Well, now got no time to worry Cause I've got no time to hurry Baby, it's your saving grace Now don't you lay those blames on me Don't you play those games on me Cause baby it's your saving grace You got to need a little lovin' Now baby it's your saving grace Hey, I feel alright Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Your saving grace Ah, hey, hey, hey Your saving grace La la la la la la la la.... Oh baby, it's your saving grace Miller Band/ Tim Davis Language is a virus from outer space. ~William S. Burroughs **God ,when you think of only 300K years ago , our vocal cords developed sufficiently to allow the formation of enough sounds for us to start "sounding" off <gg> Words , the truths behind words, the lies behind words , the kindnesses behind words , the feints, feelings , slings & arrows of words . The oral traditions , the spoken word that were passed down thru time , the great history of the tribe. Of saints , saviors , & cabbages and Kings . Then came the written word , just so we could begin to mumble the outrage, the love , the beauty , the sorrows , or the glorious we always knew in silence. Or maybe give all our hearts a chance to sing ... And then there were the songs ...words with wings. so of what do we we sing? " we sing song , of the body electric..." ;-) PS: Beware the words the Analysts sing! LOL!!!