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dateline September 10, 1999
remember, remember the seventh of november
November 7, 2006
the dan brown code
July 21, 2005
to fserve and protect
March 17, 2005
kchung kchungggg
March 27, 2004
you keep using that word...
November 22, 2003
pedro pointed at the sky
October 17, 2003
you filthy pragmatists!
July 29, 2003
the life and times of Reginald the Orc
July 6, 2003
we ruin it twelve ways
June 14, 2003
the scrounging game
March 17, 2003
gotta green before code
November 18, 2002
spatch vs. ants
July 8, 2002
nobody leaves until there's at least 20% on the table
February 14, 2002
send in the clones
August 6, 2001
catzenpoppin
July 8, 2001
some title about Survivor here
May 3, 2001
choose your own damn sugar rush
April 24, 2001
cuckoo for cat chow
December 7, 2000
that's ah-sweep-eh
September 7, 2000
margarita bob, back in town
July 31, 2000
stupid cat tricks
July 17, 2000
eminently predictable
June 28, 2000
maggot-like dinosaur eggs, breakfast of champions
June 22, 2000
blank page
April 3, 2000
eiffel65, leave my head please
March 6, 2000
push(@mattress, $money)
February 11, 2000
pits and bieces
January 8, 2000
Bye Bye Bag
December 22, 1999
Seeing the Elephant
November 10, 1999
k-tel's K-12 hits
October 18, 1999
Me detruisant doucement avec sa chanson
September 10, 1999
Pointless snarky web rantings
September 2, 1999
Vending God memoirs
August 30, 1999
koo koo ka choo, Mrs. Andrews
July 21, 1999
History On Parade
June 17, 1999

archives

Me ditruisant doucement avec sa chanson

There is a long length time
I then motionless to point out to me
How the music made me the smile.

And I knew that if I had the chance
I could incite the people to dance
And perhaps they would be happy during one moment.

But February made me the shiver
With each paper which I would deliver.
Bad news on the threshold
I could not take more measure

I then not to recall me if I cried
When I was informed of his widowed the bride
But something deeply touched me inside
The day when the music died.

So secondary, secondary, Miss Black and white American.
With controlled my Chevy with the lifting
But the lifting was dry
They that the good old men boys
Drank whiskey and rye, singing
"This will be the day that I die. It will be the day that I die."

Were you written the book of the love
And you rely on God above
If the bible says to you thus?

Can it believes you in the rock'n'roll
And the music to back up your heart mortal
And can you teach me how to dance true slow down?

Well, I know that you are in the love with him
Causes that I saw you dancing in gymnastics.
You both gave a kick in addition to your shoes
Man, I dig them rate/rhythm and blue!

I was a male of teenager isolated from broncin
With a pink eyelet and a truck of collecting,
But I knew that then I was out of the chance
the day when the music died.

We sang... (chorus)

Maintaining for ten years we were all alone
And foam grows large on a stone of bearing
But it is not how it was accustomed to being

When the joker sang for the king and the queen
In a coat it borrowed from the senior of James
And a voice who came from you and of me

And while the king looked to the bottom
The joker stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was raised; no verdict was turned over.

And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The four-bit byte practised in park
And we sang with dirges in the darkness
the day the dead music.

We sang... (chorus)

The skelter of Helter, in summer choke
The birds flew safe from radioactive fallout
Eight miles top and falling quickly

It unloaded stinking on grass
The players tested for a passage forwards
With the joker on the sidelines in a cast iron

Well, the air part-time was soft perfume
While the sergeants played an air to go
We very rose to dance, but we never obtained the chance

Since the players tried to take the zone
The tape to go refused to pay
Do you remember what was indicated
the day when the music died?

We began to sing... (chorus)

And there we all were in a place
A generation destroyed in space
Without the hour to still start on the left

Thus advanced, Jack, either nimble, Jack or rapid
The flash of Jack rested on a candlestick because
Fire is the only friend of the devil.

And bus I observed it on the stage
My hands were tight in fists of the fury
No angel supported in the hell could break which charms of Satan.

And while the flames rose high in the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw that Satan laughing with the pleasure
the day when the music died.

He sang... (chorus)

I met a girl who sang the blue ones
And I asked him for some happy news
But it smiled just and turned far.

I am descended to the crowned memory
Before where I heard the music of the years,
But the man there said that the music would not play.

And in the streets the children shouted
The in love ones cried and the poets dreamed.
Not a word was not spoken. Very of church the bells were broken.

And the three men I admired the majority
The father, wire and the holy backup computer
Which they caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died.

They sang...
Secondary, secondary, Miss Black and white American.
With controlled my Chevy with the lifting
But the lifting was dry
They that the good old men boys
Drank whiskey and rye, singing
"This will be the day that I die. It will be the day that I die."

Secondary, secondary, Miss Black and white American.
With controlled my Chevy with the lifting
But the lifting was dry
They that the good old men boys
Drank whiskey and rye, singing "This will be the day that I die."


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