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Rush Red Barchetta My uncle has a country place That no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm, Before the Motor Law. And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire, Where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline. Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, My uncle preserved for me an old machine, For fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car. A brilliant red Barchetta From a better, vanished time. I fire up the willing engine, Responding with a roar. Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... Wind- In my hair- Shifting and drifting- Mechanical music- Adrenalin surge... Well-weathered leather, Hot metal and oil, The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome, The blur of the landscape, Every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me, Across the mountainside, A gleaming alloy air-car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires, To run the deadly race, Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase. Drive like the wind, Straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.

I am Neal... hear me roar.

I mean, the lyrics are timeless... really. They can be applied to any pop-cult icon like a Buddy Holly or a John Lennon or a Kurt Cobain. The problem I have with the song is the mind-numbing repetitiveness. Where did them good ol' boys go? What were they drinking? What were they driving? What the hell is an American Pie anyways?

This is one of those songs, in my opinion, that gets more and more excruciating to endure as I get older. Don McLean had some better music, but wasn't noted for anything other than American Pie.

Mannish Boy (My favorite song of all time.) by Muddy Waters Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin' Ooh yeah, whoaw Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me baby, I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man I'm a man I'm a natural born lovers man I'm a man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man I'm a hoochie coochie man Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate You know I'm made to move you honey, come up two hours late Wasn't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man The line I shoot will never miss When I make love to a woman, she can't resist I think I go down, to old Kansas Stew I'm gonna bring back my second cousin, that little Johnny Cocheroo All you little girls, sittin'out at that line I can make love to you woman, in five minutes time Ain't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man well, well, well, well hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child well, well, well, well Yeah

In my administration, the ACLU will be taken out of existence and replaced with my Miller Time! clock.

These people have seen the Sopranos one to many times.

Pepper - The Butthole Surfers (The only song by these guys I have ever, ever liked. In fact, I had never even heard of them until this song was released back in '97-'98) Marky got with Sharon And Sharon got Cherese She was sharing Sharon's outlook On the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar And Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Tommy played piano Like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas He was dancing with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit In fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit While sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life And drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Another Mikey took a knife While arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death He caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever-present Football player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Polly caught a bullet But it only hit his leg Well it should have been a better shot And got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes

They are the whitest teeth I ever came across.

I agree. High School was much easier when I played baseball and marched in the band. Things like that lighten the load, it also put me in the ultra rare click "Band-nerd Jock". I'll never live down that shame.

Your avatar is smiling at me, builder! How did he get them so pearly white?

Fuck Amnesty.

My favorite REO song... Ridin' the Storm Out Ridin

I voted for, "Canada and Mexico are already part of the United States." We jokingly refer to Canada as "America's Largest National Park", "The 51st State of the Union", and "The Parking Lot". Did you hear that Mexico will not be entering an athlete in the next Summer Olympic Games? Why, RO? Why? It is because all of their best runners, jumpers, and swimmers are here.

I just gave Cynthia rep for that, throw some her way and maybe you will be able to spread some to Angie.

I coughed and spewed a little beer out of my nose on that one. I don't know why, but I am still laughing my ass off over here. :D

This should help... Black Vernacular Rules of Morphology

I pulled it to the top of my bookmark page and used an icon that I already had on my harddrive.

What I find amusing is that some of these guys, myself included, used to target Builder while we had so many fucktards, losers, tools, and imps running around here. I'll pick my battles, but not with someone (Builder) that has proven time and time again that the abuse does not affect him. Builder is a stalwart Aussie son of a bitch, worthy of his Mod role. Buildy, as so many affectionately call him, has earned respect with me.

Hugo, you are my new idol. Next to Neal Boortz of course.

From reading their cat-fight posts, I believe Miss Manic has proven that she is no slouch and the next contender of GF's Perfect Beyatch moniker.

I would've thrown a German suplex and rolled him up into a pin. If that didn't work, I'd throw on my finisher... the figure four leglock.

I think these castrations should be televised.

Terribly sorry about that, mate. Go throw another shrimp on the barby and call me in the morning, aye. This is just an example of how those damn Brits are trying to control our countries. Simon Cowell must work directly for the Crown and he's installing television programs where they can exploit the people. Once the people of the nation become weak, the pomgolians strike and reclaim what was theirs.

RV by Faith No More Backside melts into a sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a Hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears so kiss my ass newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugs oronwelfareontopoftheworld donthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes inthemiddleofcornfields oncoversoffuturehistorybooks onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN'