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And now for a truly amazing feat......


Egg-walking man pulls car with ears

A Chinese man has managed to pull a car while walking on eggs without breaking a single egg.

Not only did he pull the car 20 metres, he actually did it with his ears!

The 38-year-old probably has the strangest talent ever seen, but he sure drew a big crowd while he was pulling the car in Dehui, Jinli.

The onlookers were astonished by the man's performance. Zhang says he started learning the stunt when he was only 8 years old.

Another amazing thing this Chinese can do is pick up a 25 kg bicycle with his mouth while, of course, standing on eggs.

We can't figure out what his talents are good for, but they sure are amazing.

I can just hear his parents now.

"Twenty thousand for a university education, and wouldja look at him?..."

Love it, Eva.

Reyn, I am resisting the urge to say, "my, what big ears you have oh, Chinese wolf"

and, listeners, The expression "walking on eggs" is changed forever.

Folks, Mr. Turtle's thread about the muslin world has really been a thought provoker. While I was lost in that meditation, and remembering Lord of the Flies by Golding, I came across this song. More synchronicity?

Damnation (Punk) Lyrics - Lord of the Flys

We've been used and we've been used

We've been molested and abused

& you're just so

This bastard renegade

Walking on St. Mark's Place

Lock and load

The smell of fear

Search to find a bullet shield

Today they play that way

So we want punk rock-n-roll

Wrong place at the wrong time

Daddy & momma took the fall

You've been used and you've been used

Just like your money was

You've been used

This christian politician

Reveling in speed

He wraps his loving arms

Around his money tree

Today they play that way

So we want punk rock-n-roll

Some sit in puke & piss & ****

Because it's good for sympathy

And why

I've heard it before

Although I've hated before

Although I've heard it before

It's all inside

It's come alive

Used...we've been used

We've been molested and abused

By the lord

The lord of the flys

WOW!

i have a german website with thousands of songs from many countries around the world. quite a few of the songs have the lyrics played electronically.
if you are interested, i'll post the site for you. of course, you'll all know where i got the songs from and it'll put me out of business.
still, since i enjoy the site very much, i'd be willing to share it with you - but please don't tell anyone else what a generous person i am. hbg

ps. or i can go on blinding you with my spectaclular knowledge of songs and music.

hamburger, honey. You can give us a link wink any old time. Now you have me remembering an expression, "Blinded by the Light." Will this madness never cease, listeners? <smile>

Letty, there's another intriguing thread that asks if there's anything better than being born beautiful. i've already posted there, but i just thought of a musical answer.

first the thread:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=66057&highlight=

and the song:

Better than cream cheese and bagels
Better than honey on bread
Better than champagne and pretzels
Better than breakfast in bed
Better than chili rellenos
Better than chocolate e'clairs
Better than hothouse tomatoes
Better than fresh Bartlett pears
Better than dining a la carte
Or simply gastronomic art
Better than anything except being in love

Better than making a million
Better than being a queen
Better than oil wells and gold mines
Better than pastures of green
Better than finding a horseshoe
Better than losing your head
Better than anything ever thought of
Better than anything ever said
Ah, ha, better than singing right out loud
Or being, ha, spotted in a crowd
Better than (better than anything) anything except being (except being) in love

(Musical Interlude)

Better than elephants, elephants are dancing
Better than clowns on parade
Better than peanuts and popcorn
Better than pink lemonade
Better than rides on the midway
Better than seals blowing horns
Better than men shot through cannons
Better than fresh ears of corn
Ah, better than balancing on a wire
Or watching tigers jump through fire
Better than anything except being in love
Better than driving 'round the park
Or watching fireflies after the dark
Better than anything except being in love

Hey, Diana?
Yeah?
Are you sure that love is even better than shopping?
Well, there's a little sale on late floor at Barneys but it's still better
Oh, come on, come on
What about that thirty percent sale at Jimmy's shoes
And Sachs Friends and Family Day? Ha?
Still better
Well, maybe close second
Very close second
Better, more better
Better, better, better

ah, Mr. Turtle, you and your telling songs. Loved that one, Yit. Born Beautiful? Hasn't anyone recognized that all new borns look like Winston Churchill? <smile>

Well, my goodness, folks. Another inspiration from hamburger




Artist: Bruce Springsteen Lyrics
Song: BLINDED BY THE LIGHT Lyrics


Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded

Listeners, do you know that men can be beautiful? It's not just an overused adjective.

Well, here is my goodnight song


Artist: Joe Cocker Lyrics
Song: You Are So Beautiful To Me Lyrics



You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me


You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me.

All of you are.

From Letty with love

Let's Have Another Cup Of Coffee - Fred Waring's Pennsylvanians w/ Chick Bullock

Just around the corner
There's a rainbow in the sky
So let's have another cup of coffee
And let's have another piece o' pie
Trouble's just a bubble
And the clouds will soon roll by
So let's have another cup of coffee
And let's have another piece o' pie
Let a smile be your umbrella
For it's just an April show'r
Even John D. Rockefeller
Is looking for a silver lining
Mister Herbert Hoover
says that now's the time to buy
So let's have another cup of coffee
And let's have another piece o' pie

The Last Roundup - George Olsen & His Orchestra

I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup

Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky
Where the strays are counted and branded there go I
I'm heading for the last roundup

Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A-riding in the last roundup

Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup

Wagon Wheels - Paul Whiteman

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go 'long, mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waitin' for the cotton to load
Go 'long mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of the road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me

Well edgar, come on now, let's go all out.....!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
Rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride

CHORUS
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope, throw, and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My hearts calculatin'
My true love will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.

Rawhide!
Rawhide!

Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone

He got fightin' mad
This rebel lad
He packed no star
As he wandered far
Where the only law
Was a hook and a draw
The rebel, Johnny Yuma

(Repeat 1st verse)

He searched the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
If he figured that
He'd been pushed enough
The rebel, Johnny Yuma

(Repeat 1st verse)

Fightin' mad
This rebel lad
With a dream he'd hold
'Til his dyin' breath
He'd search his soul
And gamble with death
The rebel, Johnny Yuma

Have Gun Will Travel reads the card of a man.
A knight without armor in a savage land.

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind.
A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin.

Paladin, Paladin Where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin, Far, far from home.

He travels on to wherever he must
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust

There are campfire legends that the trailmen spin
Of the man with the gun
Of the man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin Where do you roam?
Paladin Paladin Far, far from home
Far from home. Far from home.

Lawman. Lawman.

The Lawman came with the sun.
There was a job to be done.
And so they sent for the badge and the gun
Of the Lawman.

And as he silently roved,
Where evil violently ploved
They knew he'd live or he'd die by the code
Of the Lawman.

The man who rides all alone
And all that he'll ever own,
Is just a badge and a gun and he's known
As the Lawman.

SUGARFOOT, SUGARFOOT, easy lopin', cattle ropin' SUGARFOOT,
Carefree as the tumbleweeds, ajoggin' along with a heart full of song
And a rifle and a volume of the law.

SUGARFOOT, SUGARFOOT, never underestimate a SUGARFOOT,
Once you got his dander up, ain't no one who's quicker on the draw.

You'll find him on the side of law and order,
From the Mexicali border, to the rolling hills of Arkansaw;

SUGARFOOT, SUGARFOOT, easy lopin', cattle ropin' SUGARFOOT,
Ridin' down to cattle town, a-joggin' a-long with a heart full of song
And a rifle and a volume of the law.

"Around Dodge City, and into the territory on the west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers: that's with a US Marshall and the smell of gunsmoke! Gunsmoke! … Starring William Conrad the story of the violence that moved west with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man … Matt Dillon. United States marshal … the first man they look for, and the last man they want to meet … it's a chancy job, and it makes man watchful … and a little lonely."

Maverick.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
Maverick is the name.
Ridin' the trail to who knows where,
Luck is his companion,
Gamblin' is his game.
Smooth as the handle on a gun.
Maverick is the name.
Wild as the wind in Oregon,
Blowin' up a canyon,
Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell,
Fare thee well, Annabel.
Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the west.

Riverboat, ring your bell,
Fare thee well, Annabel.
Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin' on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the West.
Maverick is a legend of the West.