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Dancere
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Wed 01/14/09 09:03 PM
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 cool...i am glad you love it here is another from Woodstock  i was there at Woodstock in 1969  at age 15 but i didn't get there until Saturday  and Richie performed on Friday Night Handsome Johnny http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1pMeyy__r0&feature=related Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see Marching to the fields of Concord? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand, Marching to the Concord war, hey marching to the Concord war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Gettysburg? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a flintlock in his hand, Marching to the Gettysburg war, hey marching to the Gettysburg war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see Marching to the fields of Dunkirk? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand, Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the Dunkirk war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Korea? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M1 in his hand, Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Vietnam? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M15, Marching to the Vietnam war, hey marching to the Vietnam war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Birmingham? It looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist, Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the Birmingham war. Hey, it's a long hard road, it's a long hard road, It's a long hard road, before we'll be free. Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you are not even listening. Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields to start glistening, Wait for the bullets to start whistling. Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided missile, Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its whistle. Thanx, sweet girlchild! I just "lit" the song up.   How amazing that you went to Woodstock! That deserves its own thread topic that you might spin the hair, um, i mean yarn.   Would genuinely LOVE to hear those campfire talks. I know you do good Pow-Wow! I'll meet ya in the sweat.   Excited to meet you! I'm also very honoured and touched by the friendship invitation, and readily accepted such grace bestowed upon me. Look forward to our sessions. BTW, up until a few short years ago, I always had long, long red hair. Yeah, somewhere before my knees...Everyone called me, wait for it, Rapunzel! True dat! Golden dreams and g'night, Sista, Kate    |
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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGNm67kFods&feature=related Emerson Lake and Palmer still, you turn me on Do you wanna be an angel Do you wanna be a star Do you wanna play some magic On my guitar Do you wanna be a poet Do you wanna be my string You could be anything Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover You could even be the Man on the moon Do you wanna be the player Do you wanna be the string Let me tell you something It just don't mean a thing You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes Though your flesh has crystallised Still...you turn me on Do you wanna be the pillow Where I lay my head Do you wanna be the feathers Lying on my bed Do you wanna be the cover Of a magazine Create a scene Every day a little sadder A little madder Someone get me a ladder Do you wanna be the singer Do you wanna be the song Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong You see I really have to tell you That it all gets so intense From my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense Still...you turn me on   WOA--!!!    Blazing synchronicities at work here!!! I lit it up too, course... This was also the 1st song that I posted, in the 2nd thread of oldie-goldies!!! LOVE it! Way kizmik kewl!KK
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