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To: Solon who wrote (21451)	2/20/2012 12:58:38 PM
From: 2MAR$	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 69300

*Something's Coming !* "Just around the corner ,"It" may come cannonballing down through the sky, Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Under a tree... I got a feeling there's a miracle due, Gonna come true, Coming to me! Maybe Tonight ! " Reminded of Stephen Sondheim lyrics Leonard Berstein's West Side Story and none of these kids could really sing or dance , except Chita Riveria . What passed for 10 Academy awards then seems a just little hammy now i had memorized & sang everyone of these songs everyday as a kid with such passion , there seems something so exactly akin to those who wait for UFOs to appear & the 2nd coming some symbol of hope that will undo, explain & fix all . But the fool on the hill see's the sun going down & the world goes on spinning round and around . youtube.com The "signs from above" and *the other greatest stories ever sold...* the fun lay in the expectation of some said prophesied event and the more it doesn't come true the more they have to fix their minds & stare. Something's Coming "West Side Story" Could be! Who knows? There's something due any day; I will know right away, Soon as it shows. It may come cannonballing down through the sky, Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Under a tree. I got a feeling there's a miracle due, Gonna come true, Coming to me! Could it be? Yes, it could. Something's coming, something good, If I can wait! Something's coming, I don't know what it is, But it is Gonna be great! With a click, with a shock, Phone'll jingle, door'll knock, Open the latch! Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon; Catch the moon, One-handed catch! Around the corner, Or whistling down the river, Come on, deliver To me! Will it be? Yes, it will. Maybe just by holding still, It'll be there! Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy, Meet a guy, Pull up a chair! The air is humming, And something great is coming! Who knows? It's only just out of reach, Down the block, on a beach, Maybe tonight .

To: Solon who wrote (21451)	2/20/2012 1:23:01 PM
From: 2MAR$	Respond to of 69300

When your a member your a member for life *...."When You're A JET"* you're a Jet all the way from your first cigarrette to your last dying day , you're never alone and never disconnected , always protected and a top cat in town wearing a crown More from *'West Side Story"* (could very well catagorize the Middle East now or some city here up in North Jersey in Essex Co.) This is too funny and so apropros in some strange way , do you dig daddyo ? youtube.com The Jet Song "West Side Story" When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way From your first cigarette To your last dying day When you're a Jet if the spit hits the fan You've got brothers around You're a family man You're never alone You're never disconnected You're home with your own When company's expected You're well-protected Then you are set with a Capital J Which you'll never forget 'till they cart you away When you're a Jet you stay a Jet! When you're a Jet you're the top cat in town You're the Gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown When you're a Jet you're the swingin'est thing Little boy, you're a man, Little man you're a king! The Jets are in gear Our cylinders are clickin' The sharks'll steer clear 'Cause every Puerto Rican's A lousy chicken! Here come the Jets like a bat outta hell Someone gets in our way, someone don't feel so well! Here come the Jets! Little world, step aside! Better go underground! Better run, Better hide! We're drawing the line, So keep your nose's hidden We're hangin' a sign Says visitors forbidden And we ain't kiddin' Here come the Jets! Yeah! And we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang on the whole buggin' street. on the whole ever mother lovin' street! Yeah!