So, pick a song from the machine and sing it sister!
**Handing Rae quarters for the karaoke machine**
You swore in the church choir, Rae? Isn't that a little off-key?
phoenix did it for me. you lost me on the "imported" thing, unless we're talking about beer.
nothing in my profile but a red x in the avatar box.
burnt fries are done lil'k.
one more cooking spree and then the kitchen is closed. speak up now or forever,,,,,,
Hey! I have a lovely Alto voice.....
Comes in handy with my Metallica cd's.
Aaaaaah, there are the burnt homefries....
why eat out diane? i sent 30 gallons of lobster bisque.....
pueo made stew and someone made welch rabbit...
Mikey - right click on the avatar in your profile box - select properties - cut and paste that somewhere here - maybe someone can see what's wrong with it.
nothing there to paste,,,,,my cup runneth on empty and it's sing along time.
i'm off to find a tune, my hat, and a pint.
there's nothing under the red x?
hmmmmmmm
well, we'll find ya another guinness. i may even have the link to the place Craven stashed a bunch of avatars.
the properties were under the red x - but showing the info as not available and when i pasted the link into a browser - not available - i'll keep pokin' around.
phewwwwwwww
here's the link -
http://members.lycos.co.uk/cravendekere/givesthemback/194.jpg - open another window - go to your profile - cut and paste the link into your avatar in your profile - it should work
Mikey's avatar
i spotted the dill pickle there as well. someone remind him to remind me to get him the link. i suspect Merry Andrew's is there also.
it might come back later beth, it's been off and on for a few days, it might have been imprted.
i wish we knew where craven's beer stash was.
everyone ready for a song? could be a long one....
it should be good from Craven's link. The one you were using was still imported from google - and is not available.
Cousin Emma home again? Sing out, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I found me hat, me pint (thanks beth) and a tune, i did this one earlier but it's tired and i'm gettinng late and little cousin emma seems to be away.
Pale was the wounded knight / that bore the rowan shield,
Loud and clear were the ravens' cries, / who feasted on the field,
Saying, "'Beck water, cold and clear, / will never clean your wound,
"There's none but the Maid of the Winding Mere / can make thee hale and sound."
"So course well my brindled hounds, / and fetch me the mountain hare
"Whose coat is as grey as the Westwater / or as white as a lily fair."
Who said, "Green moss and heather bands / will never staunch the flood,
"There is none but the Witch of the West-Mer-Lands / can save thy dear life's blood.
"So turn, turn your stallion's head / 'til his red mane flies in the wind,
"And the rider of the moon goes by / and the bright star falls behind."
And clear was the paley moon / when his shadow passed him by,
Below the hill was the brightest star / when he heard the houlet cry.
Saying, "Why do you ride this way, / and wherefore came ye here?"
"I seek the Witch of the West-Mer-Lands / that dwells by the Winding Mere."
"Then fly free your good grey hawk / to gather the golden rod,
"And face your horse into the clouds / above yon gay green wood."
And it's weary by Ullswater / and the misty brake fern way,
'Til through the cleft of the Kirkstand Pass / the winding water lay.
He said, "Lie down, my brindled hound, / and rest my good grey hawk,"
"And thee my steed, may graze thy fill, / for I must dismount and walk.
"But come when you hear my horn / and answer swift my call,
"For I fear 'ere the sun shall rise this morn / you will serve me best of all."
And down by the water's brim / he's borne the rowan shield,
And the golden rod he has cast in / to see what the lake might yield.
And wet rose she from the lake, and a-fast and a-fleet went she,
One half the form of a maiden fair, / with a jet-black mare's body.
And loud, long, and shrill he blew, / and his steed was by his side,
High overhead, the grey hawk flew, / and swiftly he did ride.
Saying, "Course well my brindled hound, / and fetch me the jet-black mare;
"Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, / and bring me the maiden fair."
She said, "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword, / lay down thy rowan shield,
"For I see by the briny blood that flows / you've been wounded in the field."
And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, / bound round with a silver chain,
She's kissed his pale lips once and twice / and three times 'round again.
And she's bound his wounds with the golden rod, / full fast in her arms he lay.
And he has risen, hale and sound, / with the sun high in the day.
She said, "Ride with your brindled hounds at heel, / and your good grey hawk in hand.
"There's none can harm a knight who's lain / with the Witch of the West-Mer-Lands."
Good to see you back - tall and fizzy and singin'.
Night all.
