excathedra

i'm all for it (what's it? i don't know)

i would send $$ to paw but not monthly, i would take the monthly and times it by 12, and do it annually, that's the only way i'd remember

i don't know, how does THE's birthday sound for annual dues? i think it's august 8. see i can't even remember that.

sorry i only know about elvis

here's one link it has more stuff than just graceland

http://www.elvis.com/graceland/visiting/elvis_links.asp

Make You Feel My Love

Bob Dylan

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love

hope floats

what's wrong with his monitor ?

yo mama's so fat even her shadow has stretch marks

yo mama's so hairy, Bigfoot took a picture of her

me too

linzee and pawtucket have a thread for jon in the main forum, i forgot to tell you

love and prayers

but why am i laughing so hard

yo mama so stupid, when she took you to the airport and a sign said "Airport Left," she turned around and went home

yo mama so stupid, she tried to wake up a sleeping bag

yo mama so stupid, she tripped over a cordless phone

i am so relieved for jon and you and your family

oh thank God

still praying

yo mama so ugly, your daddy takes her to work just so he doesn't have to kiss her good-bye

yo mama so ugly, they rub tree branches on her face to make ugly sticks

yo mama so ugly, her pillow cries at night!

yo mama so ugly, when she was a baby, her parents had to feed her with a slingshot

yo mama is so fat, I had to take a train and two buses just to get on her good side

yo mama is so fat, she's 36-24-36 -- but thats her forearm, neck, and thigh

yo mama is so fat, they had to grease a door frame and hold a twinkie on the other side to get her through

yo mama is so fat, when she dances, she makes the band skip

yo mama is so fat, the horse on her polo shirt is real

yo mama is so fat, when she works at the movie theater, she works as the screen

yo mama is so fat, when she runs she makes the CD player skip -- at the radio station.

yo mama is so fat, when she ran away, they had to use all four sides of the milk carton

i saved yo mama's life today -- i killed a sheet-eating dog on the way over

yo mama is so old she has a picture of moses in her yearbook

yo mama is so ugly, rice crispies won't even talk to her

yo mama is so ugly, when your dad wants to have sex in the car, he tells her to get out

yo mama is so stupid, she put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to makeup her mind

yo mama is so stupid, she thinks sexual battery is something in a dildo

yo mama is so stupid, she sent me a fax with a stamp on it

anytime, nk

ps. i think you're so wonderful

Jesse

written by Janis Ian

arranged by Joan Baez

Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed

Where we slept; now it's growing cold.

Jesse your face, in the place where we lay

By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No I'm not scared; I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.

Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling

Your step; and I remember too.

All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey

And I still set a place on the table at noon

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No I'm not scared; I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.

Jesse the spread on the bed,

It's like when you left, I kept it for you.

All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned

And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.

We'll swallow the light on the stairs

I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home

I Can't Make You Love Me

-- Bonnie Raitt

Turn down the lights, turn down the bed

Turn down these voices inside my head

Lay down with me, tell me no lies

Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me

Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

You can't make your heart feel something it won't

Here in the dark, in these lonely hours

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

But you won't, no you won't

'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

I'll close my eyes, then I won't see

The love you don't feel when you're holding me

Morning will come and I'll do what's right

Just give me till then to give up this fight

And I will give up this fight

Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

You can't make your heart feel something it won't

Here in the dark, in these lonely hours

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

But you won't, no you won't

'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

Superman

...Five For Fighting

I can?t stand to fly

I?m not that naive

I?m just out to find

The better part of me

I?m more than a bird...I?m more than a plane

More than some pretty face beside a train

It?s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

About a home I?ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don?t be naive

Even Heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed...but won?t you conceed

Even Heroes have the right to dream

It?s not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me

It?s all right...You can all sleep sound tonight

I?m not crazy...or anything

I can?t stand to fly

I?m not that naive

Men weren?t meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

I?m only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street

Only a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me...inside of me

It?s not easy to be me.

...

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how embarrassing

is anyone copying or archiving this dang ?

WHAT!!! you are not going to spoon-feed us

we need MILK not MEAT

ha ha ha ha ha ha

love you

jack dang

has he joined our tribe yet ?

in my case, having a child gave me the opportunity to expand my horizons in such a way i can't describe. it's like i found myself in one sense

but i know what you mean, Z. i am only talking about me -- not speaking for or about anyone else.

i don't think we have to put down anyone, with / without children / in order to be ourselves (not saying you did this)

and for the pain inflicted on people for having none, one, or too many, i wish people could mind their own business

love,

sherlock

i don't give a dang