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To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (1021)	3/1/2006 10:47:01 AM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32278

Oh yeah! They tell me that the seas in Gitche Gumee are pretty horrendous because because of narrows that the big lake tries to squeeze through. It's still down there.

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (1021)	3/1/2006 10:09:49 PM
From: sandintoes	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32278

When the big lakes in Michigan get rough, there is no warning...that's what's killed so many fishermen too.

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (1021)	3/2/2006 12:51:47 AM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 32278

Here's a song about a boat, or a woman, take your pick. It's about a boat because that's what I named my boat: Mystery Girl after my wife, of course. I thought the name of this song was "Mystery Girl," but apparently it "Mystery Girl" was the name of the album. It became a hit posthumously, according to wikipeedia. Orbison had triple heart bypass surgery on January 18, 1978. On December 6, 1988, at the age of 52, he suffered a fatal heart attack while visiting his mother in the Nashville, Tennessee suburb of Hendersonville. [1] At the direction of his second wife, Barbara, Roy Orbison was interred on December 15, 1988, in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Westwood, California. His two sons and their mother, Claudette, who predeceased him, had been laid to rest at his request in the Woodlawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Nashville, Tennessee. His new album, Mystery Girl, and the single from it, "You Got It", were posthumous hits, and are generally regarded as Orbison's best work since his success of the 1960s. ROY ORBISON lyrics - "She's A Mystery To Me" oldielyrics.com www.OldieLyrics.com (David Evans/Paul Hewson) Darkness falls and she will take me by the hand Take me to some twilight land Where all buy love is gray Where time just slips away Without her as my guide Night falls I'm cast beneath her spell Daylight comes our heaven's torn to hell Am I left to burn and burn eternally She's a mystery to me She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl In the night of love words tangled in her hair Words soon to disappear A love so sharp it cuts like switchblade to my heart Words tearing me apart She tears again my bleeding heart I want to run she's pulling me apart Fallen angel cries Then I just melt away She's a mystery to me She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl Haunted by her side the darkness in her eyes But that so enslaves me If my love is blind then I don't want to see She's a mystery to me Night falls I'm cast beneath her spell Daylight comes our heaven's torn to hell Am I left to burn and burn eternally She's a mystery to me She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl She's a mystery girl

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (1021)	3/2/2006 12:59:05 AM
From: goldworldnet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32278

Sailing » Rod Stewart (gavin sutherland, 1972) I am sailing, I am sailing, Home again ’cross the sea. I am sailing, stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. I am flying, I am flying, Like a bird ’cross the sky. I am flying, passing high clouds, To be with you, to be free. Can you hear me, can you hear me Thro’ the dark night, far away, I am dying, forever trying, To be with you, who can say. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro’ the dark night far away. I am dying, forever trying, To be with you, who can say. We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again ’cross the sea. We are sailing stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free, Oh lord. * * *