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Mathos Room For The Insane

 
 
jennym
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 07:34 pm
Oh come on, now...
You know you were dancing a bit when you read that.
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 08:05 pm
As a woman you appreciate a compliment don't you? Smile
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jennym
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 09:47 pm
Let's not start that again, okay? Shocked
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 09:50 pm
What's bugging you Jenny?
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jennym
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 09:52 pm
nothing at all...what do you mean?
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 09:56 pm
ok, carry on dancing.
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jennym
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 10:05 pm
Ok...if you say so...

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway,
lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway...
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Sun 8 Jul, 2007 10:38 pm
There is more to it......... Laughing

Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
YEA! the whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
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jennym
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jul, 2007 09:07 am
You're WHAT?!

TIIIIIIN ROOF!

rusted...
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Mathos
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jul, 2007 02:03 pm
Parked on a corner in a beat up car
Talking all about how shocked they are
Dividing up a nickel candy bar
These three cool cats!

Walking down the street
Swinging their hips
Splitting up a bag of potato chips
These three cool chicks!

Up popped the first cool cat,
He said 'Man look at that
Man do you see what I see?'

I want the little chick
I want the middle chick
Hey man,
Save one chick for me!
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jennym
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jul, 2007 09:52 pm
Pressure
Pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
(bum ba ba be, bum ba ba be, duy de dah, duy de dah)
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Tue 10 Jul, 2007 03:27 am
Take it off!

I'm on my second drink
But I've had a few before...
I'm tryin' hard to think
And I think that I want you on the floor
Uh huh, yeah on the floor
Go on and take it off
Take it off!
You gotta shake it off baby, for me
C'mon and break me off
Break me off!
'Cause I get what I want and I like what I see.
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Mathos
 
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Reply Tue 10 Jul, 2007 10:52 am
Remember this jenny!

You can dance
If you dance for the guy who gives you the eye
And holds you tight
You can smile
If you smile for the guy who holds your hand in
The pale moonlight

But don't forget who's taking you home
And in who's arms your going to be
And darling,
Save the last dance for me.


Oh I know
When the musics fine like sparkling wine
And your having fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone
And don't forget who's taking you home
And in who's arms you're going to be
And darling,
Save the last dance for me.

xxxx
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jennym
 
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Reply Wed 11 Jul, 2007 08:20 pm
S-s-s-s-A-a-a-a-F-f-f-f-E-e-e-e-T-t-t-t-Y-y-y-y
Safety, Dance!

We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Thu 12 Jul, 2007 06:35 pm
Magic stuff Jennym, I get your drift.
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Mathos
 
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Reply Fri 13 Jul, 2007 09:45 am
Take a look at her hair
It's real, if you don't believe what I say
Just feel!

Cliif was a very peculiar guy!


It's been a hard days night
I have been working
Like a dog
Its been a hard days night
I should be sleeping like a log!

When I'm home

Feeling you....

(I like that bit, do it again then Mathos! Yep ok)


When I'm home

Feeling you...

Holding you...

Tight!

It's been a Hard
days night..
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jennym
 
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Reply Sat 14 Jul, 2007 04:54 pm
Don't cross the street in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle of the block.
Don't cross the street in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle of the block.

Teach your eyes to look up,
teach your ears to hear,
walk up to the corner where the coast is clear.
And wait.
And wait.
Until you've seen the light turn green.

Don't cross the street in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle of the block.
Don't cross the street in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle of the block.
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Sat 14 Jul, 2007 06:06 pm
You are giving me the fever tonight

I don't want to give in I've been playing with fire

You forget I've seen you work before

Take them straight to the top and leave them crying for more

I've seen you burn them before.
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Mathos
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jul, 2007 09:26 am
I am an innocent man!
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jennym
 
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Reply Tue 17 Jul, 2007 06:06 am
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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