Um…scuse me…but there will be no political talk while Zeppelin is playing.
Now…to reset the mood, how about a little “Black Dog”…
——
Hey hey mama said the way you move,
Gon’ make you sweat, gon’ make you groove.
Ah-ah child way you shake that thing,
Gon’ make you burn, gon’ make you sting.
Hey hey baby when you walk that way,
Watch your heartache drip, can’t keep away.
I gotta roll, can’t stand still,
Got a flaming heart, can’t get my fill.
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
Ah-ah
Ah-ahh ah-ah
Ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah ahhh
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby
Darling give it to me now. (?)
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Move the way you’re doing now. (?)
Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out,
What people mean by down and out.
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she gon’ be a star.
I don’t know, but I been told
A big-legged woman ain’t got no soul.
bxgl – you should take a day a be like george on seinfield and start doing and thinking the opposite. you are wrong pretty much 100% of the time about everything you say.
so many issues to debate, but for sure –
obama is a total failure on security let’s start there
***slips into the PLUSA room through the side door***
Where is that Ipod?
***rifles through Cargar’s desk**
Aha! Trying to steal it, eh? Shame on you!
Time to get the Led out again.
***puts “Kashmir” on repeat on the Ipod***
Damn, I’ve got great taste in music 🙂
—
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dream.
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been.
To sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
Talk an’ song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear.
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear.
Whoa-ohh-oh
Whoa-ohhh-oh-oh
Ooooh
Oh baby, I’ve been flyin’
Nooo-yeah
Oh mama there
Ain’t no denyin’
Oh!
Ooooh-yes
I’ve been flyin’
Ma-ma-ma
Ain’t no denyin’
No denyin’-uh
Oh!
All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground.
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land.
Tryin’ to find
Tryin’ to find
Where I’ve been.
Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Who hid the path that led me to that place
Of yellow desert screen.
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again.
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When movin’ through Kashmir.
Oh father of the four winds, fill my sails
‘Cross the sea of years (?)
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear. (?)
Whoa-oh ah-oh
Whoa-ohhh oh
Ohhh
Whoa!
When I’m on,
When I’m on my way yeah!
When I see,
When I see the way
You stayyyyy-yeah!
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
When I’m downnn-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
When I’m down, so down
Ooh my baby
Oooh my baby let me take you there
Oh-oh
Come on, come on
Oh!
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
I did Adam. Skiied there my whole life. Totally serious about the condo too (been emailing Winhall Realty this week in fact). Our first house was off the Wanderer – third house from the top – which my father built in 1968. I’ll fill you in when I see you on the 21st. Have a very Happy New Year and a great ski trip!!
Did wine lover just awaken from a coma, or is he just not aware that discussion ended about 8 hours ago? WTF.
[Clap off]
Um…scuse me…but there will be no political talk while Zeppelin is playing.
Now…to reset the mood, how about a little “Black Dog”…
——
Hey hey mama said the way you move,
Gon’ make you sweat, gon’ make you groove.
Ah-ah child way you shake that thing,
Gon’ make you burn, gon’ make you sting.
Hey hey baby when you walk that way,
Watch your heartache drip, can’t keep away.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
I gotta roll, can’t stand still,
Got a flaming heart, can’t get my fill.
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
Ah-ah
Ah-ahh ah-ah
Ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah ahhh
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby
Darling give it to me now. (?)
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Move the way you’re doing now. (?)
Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out,
What people mean by down and out.
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she gon’ be a star.
I don’t know, but I been told
A big-legged woman ain’t got no soul.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ahh.
All I ask for, all I pray
Steady rolling woman gonna come my way.
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
Won’t tell me no lies
Make me a happy man.
Ah-ah
Ah-ahh ah-ah
Ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah ahhhhh
bxgl – you should take a day a be like george on seinfield and start doing and thinking the opposite. you are wrong pretty much 100% of the time about everything you say.
so many issues to debate, but for sure –
obama is a total failure on security let’s start there
***slips into the PLUSA room through the side door***
Where is that Ipod?
***rifles through Cargar’s desk**
Aha! Trying to steal it, eh? Shame on you!
Time to get the Led out again.
***puts “Kashmir” on repeat on the Ipod***
Damn, I’ve got great taste in music 🙂
—
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dream.
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been.
To sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
Talk an’ song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear.
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear.
Whoa-ohh-oh
Whoa-ohhh-oh-oh
Ooooh
Oh baby, I’ve been flyin’
Nooo-yeah
Oh mama there
Ain’t no denyin’
Oh!
Ooooh-yes
I’ve been flyin’
Ma-ma-ma
Ain’t no denyin’
No denyin’-uh
Oh!
All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground.
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land.
Tryin’ to find
Tryin’ to find
Where I’ve been.
Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Who hid the path that led me to that place
Of yellow desert screen.
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again.
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When movin’ through Kashmir.
Oh father of the four winds, fill my sails
‘Cross the sea of years (?)
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear. (?)
Whoa-oh ah-oh
Whoa-ohhh oh
Ohhh
Whoa!
When I’m on,
When I’m on my way yeah!
When I see,
When I see the way
You stayyyyy-yeah!
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
When I’m downnn-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah-yeah
When I’m down, so down
Ooh my baby
Oooh my baby let me take you there
Oh-oh
Come on, come on
Oh!
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
Ooh yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah-yeah…
Right, DH? I know.
BTW, I got a new Clapper for OT After Dark. It came with a remote. Much easier than coming in to the office every time *rob* leaves the lights on.
wow – that video was disturbing. i’ll never be the same.
“I will try harder the next time”
TWHS, stevie
I did Adam. Skiied there my whole life. Totally serious about the condo too (been emailing Winhall Realty this week in fact). Our first house was off the Wanderer – third house from the top – which my father built in 1968. I’ll fill you in when I see you on the 21st. Have a very Happy New Year and a great ski trip!!
CGAR- Did you say Stratton? I’m heading up to Stratton Thursday morning for the long weekend. Love that town.