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Politics : GOPwinger Lies/Distortions/Omissions/Perversions of Truth -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Thomas A Watson who wrote (73133)	7/24/2006 9:57:43 AM
From: 10K a day	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 173976

I know this is really selfish of me. But i wish they would let u back on the Chimp thread.

To: Thomas A Watson who wrote (73133)	7/24/2006 10:03:09 AM
From: 10K a day	Respond to of 173976

Have you ever considered English as a second language??

To: Thomas A Watson who wrote (73133)	7/24/2006 10:15:21 AM
From: 10K a day	Respond to of 173976

MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze. Not a word of goodbye, not even a note, She gone with the man In the long black coat. Somebody seem him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town. He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask. Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat. Preacher was a talkin', there's a sermon he gave, He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved, You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied. It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat, She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat. There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way. But people don't live or die, people just float. She went with the man In the long black coat. There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June, Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force Somebody is out there beating a dead horse. She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote, She gone with the man In the long black coat. Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1989 Special Rider Music

To: Thomas A Watson who wrote (73133)	7/24/2006 10:17:24 AM
From: 10K a day	Respond to of 173976

LENNY BRUCE Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure, More of an outlaw than you ever were. Lenny Bruce is gone but his spirit's livin' on and on. Maybe he had some problems, maybe some things that he couldn't work out But he sure was funny and he sure told the truth and he knew what he was talkin' about. Never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies' heads, He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds. He's on some other shore, he didn't wanna live anymore. Lenny Bruce is dead but he didn't commit any crime He just had the insight to rip off the lid before its time. I rode with him in a taxi once, only for a mile and a half, Seemed like it took a couple of months. Lenny Bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone. They said that he was sick 'cause he didn't play by the rules He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools. They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants and shirts, He fought a war on a battlefield where every victory hurts. Lenny Bruce was bad, he was the brother that you never had. Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1981 Special Rider Music

To: Thomas A Watson who wrote (73133)	7/24/2006 10:23:12 AM
From: 10K a day	Respond to of 173976

ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1968, 1985 Dwarf Music