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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 10 Aug 05 - 02:30 PM Yes, you bastard! LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 02:32 PM Now, now. Let me get you a drink, and whisper soft sonnets into your ear... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 02:34 PM Sonnet 09/05/01 DXLVIII I read your words, and my dreams try to feel The coolness of soft silk, and warmth of skin: I would reach out, and with sweet kisses seal My heart, that I might heart's desire win. As soft, and subtle scented as a rose, But without thorns, you pull me to your soul. I touch, with lips and tongue, yet hope heart knows How much these dreams can of my hopes take toll. I reach to touch you, but words do not hold The softness of your lips, nor feel of hair. How can I taste skin, or let fingers fold With yours, when only written words we share? Would you, then, drive me crazy with desire When distance and some years prevent love's fire? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 10 Aug 05 - 02:34 PM now don't go soft-soaping her! Care for some bubbly, Liz? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 02:40 PM Sonnet 23/05/01 DLVIII I cannot alter Time's slow march, to speed The days, or slow the hours. If I could change The years, I would not stay so far, nor need To censure dreams, and desires rearrange. I cannot send what you deserve, to ease The effort of your days. Can words lend care, From one as I? How can my verses please, Or offer solace? Should I dead dreams share? I cannot offer heart, though your words reach Into my dreams: I have no right to ask That you care for me, nor can I heart touch To see beyond those dreams, or longing mask. I see a flame in you, to light my soul, Yet cannot reach to it, or time control. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 10 Aug 05 - 08:24 PM Don't much care for Bubbly unless it's a 1990 Moet..... I prefer beer and pies to champagne and lobster.. I'm a cheap date! LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 08:41 PM price is no object- DougR is picking up the tab! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 08:55 PM When I'm happy, when I'm happy, Singing all the while, I don't need nobody then To show me how to smile. When I've been out on the spree, Toddling down the street, With this little melody Everyone I greet; Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago, And it's gone right to my head. Wherever I may roam, On land or sea or foam. You will always hear me singing this song: Show me the way to go home... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 08:56 PM 1. Queenie Bee lived o'er the lea and she was a bunny little honey bee Billy Bumble used to mumble 'round the rosemary Where she would meet him, greet him, and then treat him to some honey sprees. Then start a-buzzin' in a dozen diff'rent lovin' keys: CHORUS: Be my little baby bumblebee, (Buzz around, buzz around, keep a-buzzin' 'round.) Bring home all the honey, love, to me. (Little bee, little bee, little bee.) Let me spend the happy hours Roving with you 'mongst the flow'rs, And when we got where no one else can see, (Cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up.) Be my little baby bumblebee. (Buzz around, buzz around, keep a-buzzin' 'round.) We'll be just has happy as can be. (You and me, you and me, you and me.) Honey, keep a-buzzin', please. I've got a dozen cousin bees, But I want you to be my baby bumblebee. 2. Willie, he flew o'er the lea to call on her mama and her papa bee. Papa bee said "Goodness me!" and mama said, "We'll see If you can pay your way, for ev'ry day the price of honey grows dear!" But little Queenie said: "That for Sweeney," and whispered in his ear: CHORUS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 08:59 PM Oh! The night that I struck New York I went out for a quiet walk Folks who are "on to" the city say Better by far that I took Broadway But I was out to enjoy the sights There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights I had one of the devil's own nights I'll never go there any more. cho: The Bow'ry, the Bow'ry They say such things and they do strange things, On the Bow'ry! The Bow'ry! I'll never go there any more. I had walked but a block or two, When up came a fellow and me he knew; Then a policeman came walking by Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?" "Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he, Said I, "He never laid hands on me!" "Get off the Bow'ry, you Yep (fool)!" said he I'll never go there any more. I went into an auction store, I never saw any thieves before; First he sold me a pair of socks Then said he, "How much for the box"? Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three." He emptied the box and gave it to me, "I sold you the box, not the socks," said he, I'll never go there any more. I went into a concert hall, I didn't have a good time at all; Just the minute that I sat down Girls began singing "New Coon in Town," I got up mad and spoke out free, "Somebody put that man out," said she; A man called a bouncer attended to me, I'll never go there anymore. I went into a barber shop, He talked till I thought he would never stop I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood Clipped down my hair just as close as he could; He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin, Took off my whiskers and most of my chin; That was the worst scrape I ever got in I'll never go there any more. I struck a place that they called a "dive," I was in luck to get out alive When the policeman heard my woes, Saw my black eyes and my battered nose. "You've been held up!" said the "copper" fly! "No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I; Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why! I'll never go there any more. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 09:41 PM I was might -y blue, Thought my life was through, Till the heav -ens o -pened, And I gazed at you. Won't you tell me, dear, Why, when you ap -pear, Some -thing hap -pens to me And the strang -est feel -ing goes through me? Chorus: You Do Some-thing To Me, some -thing that sim -ply mys -ti fies me. Tell me, why should it be, You have the pow'r to hyp -no -tize me? Let me live 'neath your spell, Do do that voo -doo that you do so well, For You Do Some-thing To Me, That no -bod -y else can do. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 10:09 PM My day dreams lie bur -ied in au -tumn leaves, They're cov -ered with au -tumn rain, The time is sweet Sep -tem -ber, The place, a shad -y lane, I'm rid -ing the wings of an au -tumn breeze, Back to my mem -o -ries; Chorus: The leaves of brown came tum -bling down, re -mem -ber? In Sep -tem -ber, in the rain, The sun went out just like a dy -ing em -ber, That Sep -tem -ber, in the rain, To ev -'ry word of love I heard you whis -per, The rain -drops seemed to play a sweet re -frain, Though Spring is here, to me it's still Sep -tem -ber, That Sep -tem -ber, in the rain. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 10:14 PM I just saw a ma -ni -ac, ma -in -ic, ma -in -ic, Wild, and tear -ing his hair, Jump -ing like a jump -in' jack, jump -in' jack, jump -in' jack, Child, you should have been there, Laughed so loud I thought that I would cave in, When I heard that sil -ly, daf -fy -dil -ly rav -in': Chorus: Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue, But oh, what those five foot could do, Has an -y -bod -y seen my girl? Turned up nose, turned down hose, Nev -er had no -oth -er beaus, Has an -y -bod -y seen my girl? Now if you run in -to a five foot two, cov -ered with fur, Dia -mind rings and all those things Bet -cha' life it is -n't her, But could she love, could she woo? Could she, could she, could she coo? Has an -y -bod -y seen my girl? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 10 Aug 05 - 10:16 PM Last night I met a man from Mars, and he was very sad. He said, "Won't you help me find my girl friend, please?" So I asked him, "What does she look like?", And the man from Mars said, she's Eight foot two, solid blue, Five transistors in each shoe, Has anybody seen my gal? Lucite nose, rust-proof toes, And when her antenna glows, She's the cutest Martian gal. You know she promised me, recently, She wouldn't stray, But came the dawn, she was gone Eighteen billion miles away. Her steering wheel has sex appeal, Her evening gown is stainless steel, Has anybody seen my gal? How I miss all the bliss Of her sweet hydraulic kiss, Has anybody seen my gal? Lovely shape, custom built, Squeeze her wrong and she says "tilt", Has anybody seen my gal? She does the cutest tricks, with her six stereo ears. When she walks by, spacemen cry, 'Specially when she shifts her gears. If she's found, rush like mad, Put her on a launching pad, Down at Cape Canaveral, And shoot me back my cutie, My supersonic beauty, Send me back my Martian gal. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 11 Aug 05 - 04:13 PM Pass me over the anaesthetic bottle.. I cracked a tooth today and it needs to be soothed! LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 11 Aug 05 - 04:15 PM Who left this case of "Clinton Hammond Facial Cream" on the counter? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 12 Aug 05 - 03:27 PM I went down to St. James Infirmary To see my baby there, She was lyin' on a long white table, So sweet, so cool, so fair. Went up to see the doctor, "She's very low," he said; Went back to see my baby Good God! She's lying there dead. I went down to old Joe's barroom, On the corner by the square They were serving the drinks as usual, And the usual crowd was there. On my left stood old Joe McKennedy, And his eyes were bloodshot red; He turned to the crowd around him, These are the words he said: Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever she may be She may search the wide world over And never find a better man than me Oh, when I die, please bury me In my ten dollar Stetson hat; Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So my friends'll know I died standin' pat. Get six gamblers to carry my coffin Six chorus girls to sing me a song Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate To raise Hell as we go along Now that's the end of my story Let's have another round of booze And if anyone should ask you just tell them I've got the St. James Infirmary blues |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: PoppaGator Date: 12 Aug 05 - 03:37 PM Black Bush on the rocks, please, leave the bottle, and how about some instrumental tunes for a while? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 12 Aug 05 - 03:41 PM Sure! There's a heap of bodrhans in the other room, and I think there's a box of shaky eggs in the cupboard. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 12 Aug 05 - 04:38 PM He said instrumental, not instruments of torture (although I do actually posses several of those items and a shaky egg plant) LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 12 Aug 05 - 10:38 PM . Night time am a-fallin'. Ev'rything is still; And the moon am a-shinin' from above. Cupid am a-callin' ev'ry Jack and Jill. It's just about the time for making love. Someone is awaiting all alone for me. No more hesitating; I must go and see. How de do, dear. It's with you, dear, That I love to be. CHORUS: Put your arms around me, Honey. Hold me tight. Huddle up and cuddle up with all your might. Oh, babe, won't you roll dem eyes, Eyes that I just idolize? When they look at me, My heart begins to float; Then it starts a-rockin' like a motorboat. Oh! Oh! I never knew Any girl like you. 2. Music am a-playin' such a "lovin' glide" That my feet keep a-moving to and fro; And with you a-swayin', I'll be satisfied To dance until we hear the roosters crow. I love seven-'leven. I love chicken, too. Nearest thing to heaven is to be with you; For I'm spoony, moony, loony, but my love is true. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 15 Aug 05 - 11:56 PM Are you lonesome tonight do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a bright sunny day When I kissed you and called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain shall I come back again? Tell me dear are you lonesome tonight? I wonder if you're lonesome tonight You know someone said that the world's a stage And each must play a part. Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart. Act one was when we metI loved you at first glance You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue Then came act two you seemed to change and you acted strange And why I'll never know. Honey you lied when you said you loved me And I had no cause to doubt you. But I'd rather go on hearing your lies Than go on living without you. Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there With emptiness all around And if you won't come back to me Then they can bring the curtain down. Is your heart filled with pain shall I come back again? Tell me dear are you lonesome tonight? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 16 Aug 05 - 12:03 AM He remembers the first time he met her He remembers the first thing she said He remembers the first time he held her And the night that she came to his bed He remembers her sweet way of saying "Honey has something gone wrong?" He remembers the fun and the teasing And the reason he wrote her this song. I'll give you a daisy a day, dear I'll give you a daisy a day I'll love you until the rivers run still And the four winds we know blow away. They would walk down the street in the evening And for years I would see them go by And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes. As a kid they would take me for candy And I loved to go tagging along We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner And the old man would sing her his song. I'll give you a daisy a day, dear I'll give you a daisy a day I'll love you until the rivers run still And the four winds we know blow away. Now he walks down the street in the evening And he stops by the old candy store And I somehow believe he's believing He's holding her hand like before. For he feels all her love walking with him And he smiles at the things she might say Then the old man walks up to the hilltop And gives her a daisy a day. I'll give you a daisy a day, dear I'll give you a daisy a day I'll love you until the rivers run still And the four winds we know blow away. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: GUEST Date: 16 Aug 05 - 01:07 AM I don't have a tune in me head, but I'd like a Crown Royal in my gut!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 16 Aug 05 - 05:02 AM This place is turning into a singaround.... WHERE'S THE SQUID GODDAMIT!!! LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 16 Aug 05 - 01:16 PM I used all it's ink writing sonnets- it has been keeping away from me, recently... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 16 Aug 05 - 05:41 PM WOMAN NEED BEER! LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 17 Aug 05 - 08:34 AM Beer, beer, beer for the women a merry wench is she! There's none so fair as can compare with Liz who is squeeky! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 17 Aug 05 - 01:02 PM scans better as "Beer, beer, beer for the WOMAN FAIR, a merry wench is she! There's none so fair as can compare with Liz who is squeeky! " |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 17 Aug 05 - 01:07 PM I just used the scanson from Belefonte - who am I to argue wi' him? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 17 Aug 05 - 08:06 PM I blush like a veritable rose - well I would, but the only roses out in my garden at the moment are white and yellow..... LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 17 Aug 05 - 08:45 PM Blushing yellow is a problem- jaundice indicates a liver problem, and we will have to cut off the alcohol. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 18 Aug 05 - 04:55 AM Despite being a country girl with centuries of rural breeding behind me, I don't have the strawberries and cream complexion beloved of novelists.. it's more rhubarb and custard, so yellow isn't too much of a problem for me.... Limpit looks like a plate of rhubarb crumble when she cries and I get very red amazingly quickly on exertion. Although that has got a lot better since the dicky ticker was fixed.... LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 12:55 PM When all the world is a hopeless jumble And the raindrops tumble all around Heaven opens a magic lane When all the clouds darken up the skyway There's a rainbow highway to be found Leading from your window pane To a place behind the sun Just a step beyond the rain Somewhere over the rainbow way up high There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true Some day I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why oh why can't I? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 12:59 PM A Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Oh Barbara Ann take my hand (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Barbara Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Went to a dance looking for romance Saw Barbara Ann so I thought I'd take a chance Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Oh Barbara Ann take my hand (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Barbara Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Say Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Oh Barbara Ann take my hand (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Barbara Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Tried Betty Sue Tried Betty Lou Tried Mary Lou but I knew she wouldn't do Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Oh Barbara Ann take my hand (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Barbara Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Oh Barbara Ann take my hand (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) Barbara Ann (Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann) You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann Barbar Ann Barbar Ann. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 01:10 PM A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Don Firth Date: 18 Aug 05 - 01:33 PM My wife's name is Barbara Ann. Who was it who did that song back then, The Beach Boys? Anyway, Barbara has headed up a peace group in the past, and has conducted workshops in non-violence and conflict resolution. Those times when someone with a warped sense of humor insisted on singing that song at her were the only times she has ever committed murder. Don Firth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 10:08 PM It was automation, I know That was what was making the factory go It was IBM It was Univac It was all those gears going Clickity clack, dear I thought automation was keen Till you were replaced by a ten-ton machine It was a computer that tore us apart, dear Automation broke my heart. There's an RCA 5-0-3 Standing next to me, dear, where you used to be Doesn't have your smile Doesn't have your shape, Just a bunch of punch cards and light bulbs and tape, dear You're a girl who's soft, warm and sweet But you're only human and that's obsolete Though I'm very fond of that new 5-0-3, dear Automation's not for me. It was automation, I'm told That s why I got fired and I'm out in the cold How could I have known When the 5-0-3 Started in to blink it was winking at me, dear I thought it was just some mishap When it sidled over and sat on my lap But when it said "l love you " and gave me a hug, dear That's when I pulled out. . . its plug. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 10:14 PM Strangers in my soup, that's what I found there Little tiny things that swim around there Looking down I see them looking up at me. Strange things can be seen, they're scattered sparsely, Small things that are green, but are not parsley In my soup they've made their little aquacade. Soup was meant to be Completely free of things, extraneous debris, Except for now and then, a noodle or some rice, But these things are not nice, See them swimming, thrashing thriving, Holy Smokes, they're scuba diving (Oh my god) In my bouillabaisse I looked and then I Saw a tiny face with two antennae And I heard him say, "Man, the soup is good today," I let out a whoop I hollered, "Waiter, there are strangers in my soup" And when he came I said "Now I'm a connoisseur, I ordered soupe de jour," And he said, "Look I'm just a waiter, You need an exterminator. So you're a connoisseur, I knew you dug soup I brought you soupe de jour--today it's bug soup That explains the group of strangers in your soup. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Aug 05 - 10:14 PM Don't be a stingy sandwich-maker Pile the cold cuts high Customers should see salami Coming through the rye. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 19 Aug 05 - 08:12 PM A is for APPLE who sent us our Macs, D is for DEC, and they sold us a Vax. C is the language in which we write source, and B is our sort, which is BROKEN, of course. E is an ERROR when code is compiled, F is a FORK for creating a child, G is the GETTY that sits on the line, and H is a HANGUP whic:^?{^Zo^?{bD^]NO CARRIER I is the INTERCONNECTION of kit, J is the JOY when the cables all fit. K is for KERMIT, to copy a file, and L are the LINES that we drop all the while. M is the MODEM we use from our home, N are the NIGHTS which we spend on the 'phone, O is the OUTPUT we get from the host, and P are the 'PHONE BILLS we get in the post. Q for SIGQUIT makes our process abort, R is the REASON sigquit should be caught. S is the SIGNAL we catch and ignore, and T is the TRAP which we miss, and dump core. U is for UNIX -- I hope that is clear, V is the VISUAL editor here. W stands for the WINDOWS we use, and X for the windowing system we choose. Y is for YACC, quite a specialist tool, Z for the snores from the programming pool. Written while waiting while dinner was cooking |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 19 Aug 05 - 08:13 PM better !pout !cry better watchout lpr why santa claus cat /etc/passwd >list ncheck list ncheck list cat list | grep naughty >nogiftlist cat list | grep nice >giftlist santa claus who | grep sleeping who | grep awake who | egrep 'bad|good' for (goodness sake) { be good } better !pout !cry better watchout lpr why santa claus cat /etc/passwd >list ncheck list ncheck list cat list | grep naughty >nogiftlist cat list | grep nice >giftlist santa claus who | grep sleeping who | grep awake who | grep bad || good for (goodness sake) { be good; } |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THOSE WERE THE DAYS (Gene Raskin) From: beardedbruce Date: 19 Aug 05 - 08:13 PM Once upon a time, there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours And dreamed of all the great things we would do Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass, I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days Through the door, there came familiar laughter I saw your face and heard you call my name Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser For in our hearts the dreams are still the same Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la...Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 22 Aug 05 - 02:38 PM refresh |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: MMario Date: 22 Aug 05 - 02:48 PM bruce - in reference to your post of 19 August, 8:13 PM OUCH! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 22 Aug 05 - 02:52 PM another song to sing ... tears and beers - is there anything besides joy and sorry to sing of? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Stilly River Sage Date: 22 Aug 05 - 03:13 PM Liz, this doesn't look like a squid-friendly venue. He said he'd be back later (maybe about the time we start trying to |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Don(Wyziwyg)T Date: 23 Aug 05 - 09:55 AM EARLY ONE EVENING Early one evening, just as the pubs were opening, A traveller came walking down a dark and rainy street, Noticed the door ajar, Stepped into the public bar, "Landlord, I would like a drink, and something nice to eat". "I fancy some some crusty bread, and roast beef of old England, Butter from the churn, and tangy home made pickles too, And if you think you could, Draw some bitter from the wood, I'd be most content to quaff a foaming pint or two". "I'll sit here by your open fire, and contemplate infinity, The quiet of your hostelry shall creep into my heart, And if a regular, Should chance to step into the bar, Mayhap I'll engage him in a contest with the dart". "Come in", said the landlord, "I got prepacked fishpaste sandwiches, And soya sausage substitute I purchase by the ton, And should yer fancy it, I might defrost a bit, And plaster it wiv ketchup, on a supermarket bun". "I'll sling yer a plastic pot of supersparkle Reddibru, As advertised on telly, by a famous rugby scrum, No filfy barrels 'ere, We serves 'ygenic beer, Safely paralysed inside these alyerminium drums". "Sit dahn by the fire squire, I'll switch the logs on right away, Or maybe you'd prefer to play my latest fruit machine, Free cherries in a row, That should set yer 'eart aglow, Or 'ow abaht me jukebox, that should really set the scene". The traveller sat down beside the polystyrene inglenook, The plastic beams vibrated to the electronic sound, Took a bite, began to chew, Sank his pint of Reddibru, Gave a ghastly gurgle, and fell dead upon the ground. "Oh dear", said the landlord, as he switched his colour telly on, "Anuvver fatal accident, the fird this week, I fear, If they can't 'old their own, Why don't they stay at 'ome, MY GAWD, YER DON'T 'ARF GET SOME FUNNY CUSTOMERS IN 'ERE". Researched (nicked) from a Fred Wedlock album. I'm not sure, but it might be another Miles Wooton. Don T. P.S. Of course none of this applies to the Mudcat Tavern. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 23 Aug 05 - 05:31 PM It is Miles Wooton... Fred Wedlock stole it, recorded it and didn't credit him. Have this.... There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a feeling I get When I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, it really makes me wonder And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter Ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh hoh If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the May-Queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on And it makes me wonder Ahhh, hoh-hoh Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know The piper's calling you to join him Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind Guitar Solo And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How ev'rything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one and one is all, To be a rock and not to roll And she's buying a stairway to heaven...... LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern is open and I .... From: beardedbruce Date: 23 Aug 05 - 07:54 PM On The Old Fall River Line words by Wm Jerome & Andrew B Sterling Music by Harry Von Tilzer 1913 C D7 G7 C G7 C Talk about your spoo - ning, and moo – ning Take a trip to Boston, it's fine C D7 G7 C D7 G7 C Sailing up the bay boys hur-ray boys I was on the upper deck when I met mine D D^ D7 D6 D G D7 G D D^ D7 D6 D G7 I said Sue …in your sail-or suit you look cer-tain-ly cute (wolf whistle) C On The Old Fall River Line , On The Old Fall River Line C G7 C Am C D9 D7 D9 G7 I fell for Suzies line of talk and Su - zie fell for mine C C6 Gm6 Gm Gm6 F Then we fell in with a parson and he tied us tight as twi-----ne C Dm C C6 C D7 G7 C But I wish O Lord I fell overboard On The Old Fall Ri - ver Line C D7 G7 C G7 C When the boat is landing they're standing spooners by the dozen , and more C D7 G7 While the captains calling and baul - ing C D7 G7 C "Is there anybody wants to go a - shore?" D D^ D7 D6 D G D7 G Ev ' – ry bod - y just answers then D D^ D7 D6 D G7 "Turn the boat round a - gain" ……………………TO CHORUS |
