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To: HG who wrote (8212)	9/13/2001 12:53:48 AM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13020

repossession blues well i ain't got no money i'm gonna lose everything i own well i ain't got no money i'm gonna lose everything i own you know a man's coming out this morning they want to repossess my home well they took my television now they're coming for my radio well they took my television now they're coming for my radio they don't like the way i'm doing they say i pay my bills too slow i paid 20 dollars down i bought a new chevrolet belair i paid 20 dollars down i bought a new chevrolet belair but the man came out and got it and now i got to walk everywhere - bob dylan, from the bootleg tape 'darkness at the break of noon'

To: HG who wrote (8212)	9/13/2001 11:46:17 AM
From: Elmer Flugum	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

Wind Up "When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was a fool. So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm -- their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of Birth. I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song `cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays." Jethro Tull, Ian Anderson

To: HG who wrote (8212)	9/15/2001 3:00:39 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Respond to of 13020

Ring Them Bells "Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one. Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep. Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, Ring them bells for all of us who are left, Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child that cries When innocence dies. Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room, Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom. Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong." Robert Zimmerman