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mikeWOW I got a staple in my ass and all I got was this status	posted on 06-28-2001 @ 9:15 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00	Well I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows. Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light Or just another lost angel ? -- City of Night. City of Night City of Night City of Night L. A. woman L. A. woman L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon Drive through your suburbs into your blues Into your blue, blue, blues Into your blues. I see your hair is burning. Hills are filled with fire. If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar. Driving down your freeways. Midnight alleys roam. Cops in cars, the topless bars. Never saw a woman so alone So alone So alone So alone So alone. Motel money, murder madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness. Mr. mojo rising... Well I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows. Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light Or just another lost angel? -- City of Night. City of night City of night. L. A. woman L. A. woman L. A. woman You're my woman Little L. A. woman... "i hate people that dont get it!"
Banana_juice	posted on 06-29-2001 @ 9:36 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	MOONLIGHT DRIVE Let's swim to the moon, uh huh Let's climb through the tide Penetrate the evenin' that the City sleeps to hide Let's swim out tonight, love It's our turn to try Parked beside the ocean On our moonlight drive Let's swim to the moon, uh huh Let's climb through the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds That lap against our side Nothin' left open And no time to decide We've stepped into a river On our moonlight drive Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide You reach your hand to hold me But I can't be your guide Easy, I love you As I watch you glide Falling through wet forests On our moonlight drive, baby Moonlight drive Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride Down, down by the ocean side Gonna get real close Get real tight Baby gonna drown tonight Goin' down, down, down E-Mail Me special thanks to maynard and grumpy for the sig pic and the help posting it
Zoloft	posted on 06-29-2001 @ 9:45 AM
Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 01	Gotta trivia question. Anyone know the answer??? The Doors derived their name from a poem. What was the name of the Poet? Extra credit for the poem! BTW. This guy was considered the original hippie by some. He was out there as his writings/art work demonstrate:) It keeps me from killin' y'all
Rommel	posted on 06-29-2001 @ 10:11 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	Zoloft, I guess there may be a few who categorize Aldous Huxley as a poet....The name is taken from the book,The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley, who was inspired by William Blake ... Wishful Sinful Wishful crystal Water covers everything in blue Coolin' water Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Can't escape the blue Magic risin' Sun is shinin' deep beneath the sea But not enough for you and me and sunshine Love to hear the wind cry Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Can't escape the blue Love to hear the wind cry Love to hear you cry, yeah, yeah
mckinks	posted on 06-29-2001 @ 10:12 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Aldous Huxley's 'The Doors of Perception', which itself came from William Blake's 'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell' Peace Frog There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles She came There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago She came Blood on the rise, it's following me Think about the break of day She came and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair She came Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city She came The women are crying rivers of weepin' She came into town and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago Blood on the rise, it's following me "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right."
Zoloft	posted on 06-29-2001 @ 10:19 AM
Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 01	Ding Ding Ding, We have a winner (or 2) I was looking for Blake, but Huxley was a bonus. Actually, I had forgotten Blake's name and was hoping the board could help me out. It's better than a library in here! Thanks :) It keeps me from killin' y'all

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