Hey, thanks. The tune to the Spiderman theme song is what was going through my head at the time, which I guess is pretty obvious. Maybe Black Sabbath will come out of retirement to do one last song.
Hey, thanks. The tune to the Spiderman theme song is what was going through my head at the time, which I guess is pretty obvious. Maybe Black Sabbath will come out of retirement to do one last song.
I'm sure if there is intelligent life somewhere out there in the universe, they are wise enough to stay away from us.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the cell phone god they made...
nooooooo, not the Spiderman theme!! Black Sabbath would have sounded definitely closer to what I have in my head
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm...Now I'm hearing it to the tune of Rat Salad AND Electric Funeral. But it seems more like a War Pigs tune. But Jean was right about the whole Sabbath idea.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Well, you asked for it...
Sorta, kinda, maybe, I guess....well, maybe not!
I found this written in a dried brown, flaky color on a scrap of paper inside a waste basket under a garbage can wrapped in a Hefty Bag inside a dumpster in the City Dump at 3:30 in the morning on the witch's sabbath. You don't want to know what I was doing there.
Book Pigs
Slack Babbath
Clec’ters gathered in their masses
Waving phones that are their masters
Little minds that plot flipstruction
The real collector’s feelings they shun
In their eyes dollar signs burning
In hopes of great profits turning
One per buyer makes their teeth grind
Two lettereds’d be such a fine find
Oh Satan yeah
Publishers turn their blind eyes away
These fools are such a damn bore
Why should they care what’s wrong or right?
You can’t buy it anyway if your poor, yeah
These small runs are better than diamond mines
We make them just for fun
Treating readers just like pawns in chess
Wait ‘till their judgment day comes, yeah
Now in darkness page not turning
Ashes where the books’r burning
No more flippers have the power
451 degrees have struck the hour
Book of judgment, clec’ters calling
On their knees the misers crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
The book letter’d ‘A’ spreads its black wings.
Oh Satan yeah
I'm sure if there is intelligent life somewhere out there in the universe, they are wise enough to stay away from us.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the cell phone god they made...
I'm looking forward to a sea shanty from you.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
hear, hear!
and this
The book letter’d ‘A’ spreads its black wings
is going to be my favorite saying now
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ode to Winter
I sit inside my house so nice,
while outside rain turns into ice.
Past the glazed window I do look,
when raising my eyes from my book.
The cars go by, they slip and slide,
their wheels go from side to side.
I’m glad I’m inside and not out,
I hate Winter without a doubt.
I'm sure if there is intelligent life somewhere out there in the universe, they are wise enough to stay away from us.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the cell phone god they made...
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