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Politics : Formerly About Advanced Micro Devices -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: tejek who wrote (162154)	2/26/2003 12:39:45 AM
From: SilentZ	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1578288

>I thought you would go for Bono and his AIDS crusade. Eh, causes and politics are nice, but music trumps all. U2's last three albums have been awful. >But if U2 is lame, Pearl Jam is not far behind......I like Nelly. Yikes... is it getting hot in here? ;) >Did you see that Norah Jones swept the Grammies......who knew? I never watch awards shows (well, occasionally the ESPYs). However, I was happy to know that the Foo Fighters picked up another one. My favorite Grammy moment is still Steely Dan picking up the Best Album award in 2000. Love those guys! >>"He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer..." >Are we talking about A-Rod of the TX Rangers? I didn't know Pearl Jam wrote a song about him. LOL! Bushleaguer (Pearl Jam) --------------------------- How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable. This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined. A confidence man but why so beleaguered? He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer. Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike. Drilling for fear makes the job simple. Born on third. Thinks he got a triple. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. A think tank of aloof multiplication. A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter. Retrenchment and hoggishness. The aristocrat choir sings, "What's the ruckus?" The haves have not a clue. The immenseness of suffering. And the odd negotiation. A rarity. With onionskin plausibility of life. And a keyboard reaffirmation. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. -Z