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Rick S 12/08/2005 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Oh you mean who is the person I am sending out all this jealous love and affection to in this time of her needing some emotional support? [link to www.contactmusic.com] I think it is just a secret message actually, about a different Vincent. |
Rick S 12/08/2005 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This is my favorite Bowie song. I used to like Young Americans the best, but now I like this one... Picture George Clooney, landing on the roof, of a building in New York, taking an elevator into the basement and onto a high speed mag lev secret railway system. Heading across America, using the super secret underground, transport system, of the Anomolous Retrieval Services. And no you cannot do the movie until I finish writing the script and who knows when that will be. I am just not inspired eyt. David Bowie - Slip Away Lyrics Oogie waits for just another day Drags his bones To see the yankees play Bones boy talks and flickers gray Oh, they slip away Once a time They nearly might have been Bones and oogie on a silver screen No one knew what they could do Except for me and you They slip away They slip away Don�t forget To keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you are Oo-o Sailing over Coney island Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd We were dumb But you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oo-o Oogie knew there�s never ever time Some of us will always stay behind Down in space it�s always 1982 The joke we always knew Oo-oo What�sa matter with you C�mon, let�s go Slip away Oo-o Don�t forget To keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you are Oo-o Sailing over Coney island Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd We were dumb But you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oo-o Sailing |
Rick S 12/08/2005 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Not bad, for a so called reliable source which probably hasn´t even got a store front or a Chinese laundry, or a hard copy edition and probably aren´t even into music either. lol |
Rick S 12/08/2005 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Oh I know, you simply must know, what all it says. Well I am slated to go back and finish working for a Mr. Vincent, in March, and he is some mysterious wealthy mystery man of some sort, and well Jen and this french guy, and Jen´s uncle robert, and Kylie and her beau haven´t been hitting it off too well apparently since he starred in a film with Angelina and he was seen with a mysterious brown haired girl in Paris a few days ago and and so who knows who is sleeping with who but sometimes we forget who we are with. But I don´t have to go back to work in March I want to get busy on the Library of Knowledge at the base right now or ASAP. |
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Rick S 12/08/2005 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I’m thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. I walk into an empty room And suddenly my heart goes boom! It’s an orchestra of angels And they’re playing with my heart. (must be talking to an angel) No-one on earth could feel like this. I’m thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. And when I think that I’m alone It seems there’s more of us at home. It’s a multitude of angels And they’re playing with my heart. Chorus repeats. I must be hallucinating Watching angels celebrating. Could this be reactivating All my senses dislocating? This must be a strange deception By celestial intervention. Leavin’ me the recollection Of your heavenly connection. |
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