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To: Wharf Rat who wrote (408)	1/28/2005 11:30:14 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32290

Freedom Rider (Winwood/Capaldi) Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you, he leaves you Freedom rider With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies Big man crying with defeat, see people gathering in the street You feel him, you feel him Freedom rider When lightning strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found Forever, forever Freedom rider Here it comes

To: Wharf Rat who wrote (408)	1/28/2005 11:23:37 PM
From: goldworldnet	Respond to of 32290

Low Spark Of High-Heeled Boys (Traffic) If you see something that looks like a star and it's shooting up out of the ground and your head is spinning from a loud guitar. And you just can't escape from the sound don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys. And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means. And the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams. But today you just swear that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise. But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys. If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish would you ask for something, like another chance. Or something similar as this don't worry too much, it'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows rejoice. And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means and the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just swear that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys....high-heeled boys. If I gave you everything that I own and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me, as I would for you? Or take me for a ride and strip me of everything, including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. * * *