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Pastimes : TOMATO - Songs -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Tomato who wrote (15)	1/7/1998 9:34:00 PM
From: marcos	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 138

Hope you don't mind if I post my favourite, Tomato IT'S A HARD RAINS A GONNA FALL Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son, And where have you been my shareholder one, I've stumbled after owning mega shares of Winspear, I've walked and I've crawled on one crooked highway, I've stepped in the middle of a Board of Directors, I've been out in front of some burned out stockholders, I've been 10,000 miles in the mouth of some shysters, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rains a gonna fall Oh what did you see, my blue eyed son, And what did you see my shareholder one, I saw some stockholders with wild wolves all around them, I saw green clay with diamonds and nobody on it, I saw a stock price with blood that was dripping, I saw a room full of directors with hammers a bleedin', I saw many people with portfolios under water, I saw folks all complainin' whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of pissed people, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rains a gonna fall Oh what did you hear, my blue eyed son, And what did you hear my shareholder one, I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin', I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a bleedin', I heard many people talkin' I heard nobody listnin', I heard one thousand people screwed,I heard a few people laughin', I heard songs of a poet who was robbed in the gutter, I heard the sound of a clown who was mugged in the alley, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rains a gonna fall Oh who did you meet, my blue eyed son, And who did you meet my shareholder one, I met some directors with four million options, I met a white man who walked many dogs, I met some shareholders whose anger was burning, I met some old threadsters who gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded by greed, I met another man who was wounded by cash grabs, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rains a gonna fall Oh what shall you do now, my blue eyed son, And what shall you do now, my shareholder one, I'm going back out 'fore the directors all screw us, I'll walk to the depths of the deepest class action, Where plaintiffs are many and the directors defendants, Where the pellets of options are poisoning the stock price, And the gems in the tundra meet the dark dirty secrets, Where the faces of thieves are always well hidden, Where avarice is ugly, where shareholders are forgotten Where green is the color and greed is the number, And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it, And reflect to the thread so that all souls can see it, And I'll find a reporter to write an expose piece, And I'll know my rights well before I start suing, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rains a gonna fall exchange2000.com Mr. Turner likely still doesn't appreciate it, but this particular aficionado might never have looked into investing in his corporation if a Musical Fruit on the internet hadn't got Saucey with Dylan. And you know we'll always treasure this one, produced and posted fifty-three minutes! after knowledge of the event was posted; exchange2000.com Cheers, Tomato. You have a vote here for a renewal of your Poetic License. ............. Salud ................... marcos

To: Tomato who wrote (15)	1/7/1998 10:05:00 PM
From: Tomato	Respond to of 138

and more... SMOKEY THE BEAR MEETS SNAP LAKE Ol' Diamond Will, Ol' Diamond Will, Swimmin' by the dykes and pipes and sniffin' a sill, He can spot a fancy, and coloured stones, I think, That's why he's Dimaond Willie, His dink is hard and pink MAGGIE MAE (TURNER) Wake up Randy, I think your should know it's gonna be High Noon, It's mid July now and the AGM is comin' soon, I know I keep you amused, But I feel I'm bein' used, Oh Randy, I couldn't have tried any more, You led the re-pricing plan, And I know it's just really a sham, You stole my dough and that's what really hurts The morning sun when it's in your eyes really shows your rage, But that don't worry me none, the truth is everything, I laughed at you with your mouth shut, Not communicating - what a rut, Oh Randy, I couldn't have tried any more, You led me to buy more stock, Then you pulled this re-pricing scholck, You stole my dough and that's a pain I can do without All I needed was a CEO to lend a helping hand, But you turned to that re-pricing and Randy, what a nasty thing you shocked us all, All you did was wreck our trust, And make us wonder if the stock's a bust, Oh Randy, I couldn't have tried any more, You led us to spend our dough, Then priced options for yourself real low, You stole Winspear's soul and you hardly even tried I suppose I could sell all my stock though it would be hard to bear, Or take a cue from VAUGHN and trade my Winspear for Southern Era, Or buy some Berkshire Hathaway, And say, "with stocks I just won't play," Oh Randy, I wish I'd never seen your face, You made a first class fool out of me, But I'm as blind as a fool can be, You stole my dough but I hold Winspear anyway, I'd never seen your face, I'll get me bread back, one of these days EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE by the Thread Police Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take We'll be watching you Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every way you stray We'll be watching you Oh can't you see You're not WSP How our poor hearts ache With every step you take Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake We'll be watching you Since the fall we've been lost without a trace The option scam now will blow up in your face We look askance and it's you we should replace We feel so used and we long for better days We keep on crying Randy, Randy, please!! Oh can't you see You're not WSP How our poor hearts ache With every step you take Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake We'll be watching you Every move you make Every step you take We'll be watching you We'll be watching you THE AGM - FOLSOM PRISON BLUES The AGM's a comin', it's rollin' round real soon, Gonna be a showdown, be a real High Noon, We're gonna kill repricing, and rub it in their face, Don't mess with shareholders, we're gonna win this race When I was just a baby, my mama told me , "Son, Stocks are just for gamblers, don't ever say they're fun" But I bought a bunch of Winspear, just to have a try, When I see that stock price quoted, I hang my head and cry I bet Randy Turner's eatin' in a fancy dinin' car, He's prob'ly drinkin cognac, and smokin' big cigars, But I know I had it comin', I's stupid as can be, But those directors up at Winspear, I think they sure fooled me If a mine is proved at Snap Lake, if that Winspear price moves fast, I guess I'll move my money out of stocks at last, Far from junior miners, that's where I want to stay, Put it all in money markets, stash my cash away WALKING TO NEW ORLEANS AND FLYING TO VANCOUVER We're flying to Vancouver, Flying to Vancouver, They're rotten to the core, And we won't take anymore, So we're flying to Vancouver We're flying to Vancouver, We're shakers and we're movers, Repricing's got to end, And that message we must send, So we're flying to Vancouver We're flying to Vancouver, Suck dirt up like a Hoover, We're gonna clean the house, Find a weasel or a mouse, So we're flying to Vancouver We're flying to the meeting, Expect no friendly greeting, We'll press them for the facts, Then we'll give the jerks the axe, Yes, we're flying to the meeting Ain't got no stinkin' badges, And we don't need no gadgets, Confront them with their lies, And their house of cards just dies, So we'll wear no stinkin' badges We're flying to Vancouver, Flying to Vancouver, When their secrets all are bared, Other juniors will be scared, So we're flying to Vancouver