Red Mosquito

96583UP wrote:i like Maria and Mic Check a lot too. I have an early live version of Mic Check on CD-R somewhere where the lyrics are a little different.

I like guerilla radio but the solo came on and reminded me how the album solo is a let down. flimsy harmonica sound. Live though morello usually did something more like a lazer beam and it worked fine

96583UP wrote:I thought his heart was in the right place

spike wrote:While I do not support Dev harassing you, you must also take some responsibility for your dumb take.

96583UP wrote:at this point, I just feel bad for you, buddy

signing on to an internet message board just to harass someone

following me around all these threads just to hurl insults

i hope you can find joy in your life somehow

96583UP wrote:Dev

I really hope you can find joy in your life

this type of behaviour is not healthy

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

96583UP wrote:early to rise, early to bed is a great combination

especially when there are drinks and steak frites in between

enjoy!

doug rr wrote:

96583UP wrote:early to rise, early to bed is a great combination

especially when there are drinks and steak frites in between

enjoy!

we pulled a Griffey and a Griffey jr. from the pack of cards this morning..we celebrated with a greyhound