and ever since then . . .

. . . I've been afraid of the slight of Icarus.

. . . I've been afraid of disappearing in the mosh on 4/11/07.

. . . I've been afraid of coming unglued as Stinkfist opens.

. . . I've been afraid of playing groupie on a three-date stint.

. . . I've been afraid of hearing Maynard rant on about L. Ron Hubbard.

. . . I've been afraid of having the scepter wrenched from my grip.

. . . I've been afraid of low-flying buttresses.

. . . I've been afraid of reassembled Rage.

. . . I've been afraid of having my eyes painted and being called pretty.

. . . I've been afraid of stop-gap love.

. . . I've been afraid of changing my sheets complicating things.

. . . I've been afraid of just how much it takes to get High.

. . . I've been afraid of the perils of Peter Pan . . . crunchy.

. . . I've been afraid of large-ass largesse.

. . . I've been afraid of being offered someone's hand in that particular fashion.

. . . I've been afraid of the extinction of subtlely.

. . . I've been afraid of Sly on the junk.

. . . I've been afraid of the boa dance and what follows.

. . . I've been afraid of tarrying to parry with Terry on the ferry to Derry.

. . . I've been afraid of the anonymity of the ventricle.

. . . I've been afraid of getting sucked down in the bog.

. . . I've been afraid of being asked to propose a milquetoast.

. . . I've been afraid of those who can take the edge off of a knife with their glare.

. . . I've been afraid of purpose-driven wives.

. . . I've been afraid of predatory pheromones.

. . . I've been afraid of having a snarling face in my grill.

. . . I've been afraid of tuning-fork treatments.

. . . I've been afraid of seeing Jesus coming through the concrete.

. . . I've been afraid of unhinged, tipsy commentary.

. . . I've been afraid of not having a Space Ghost of a chance.

. . . I've been afraid of surrendering to my oblique.

. . . I've been afraid of being tapped by Funkley.

. . . I've been afraid of The Enigma getting Misty over you.

. . . I've been afraid of sharing dueling nicotine fits with The Smoking Man.

. . . I've been afraid of shellacked lust.

. . . I've been afraid of trench coat-wearing ventilators.

. . . I've been afraid of the arrival of The Jackal.

. . . I've been afraid of desire in the pews.

. . . I've been afraid of the genius that is Donald "Buck" Dharma.

. . . I've been afraid of the "Bang the Bum, Slowly" tour.

. . . I've been afraid of the next step for a disentegrated Audioslave.

. . . I've been afraid of a world where Blackie Lawless can enjoy any popularity.

. . . I've been afraid of a birdsong shattering the still.

. . . I've been afraid of needing to get back in the arms of a good friend.

. . . I've been afraid of surrogate affection.

...i thanked my lucky gods

Gods are Gods . . . they don't have to be lucky.

no gods don't...all the more reason i give thanks when they are

. . . goes with the territory here.

ya gotta mind your manners

Spiral out

@

better out than down...

. . . I've been afraid of being a harvester of the sea.

. . . I've been afraid of stoked oysters.

. . . I've been afraid of casks of incompetence inflicted upon my palate.

. . . I've been afraid of PowerPointless presentations.

. . . I've been afraid of supremely noxious advice.

"I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.
Now you feel Alive
You Feel Alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh."

no youtube link??

;)

Thanks.

just on this message board...

But who's counting?

down the hall with glasses thick as coke bottles...they call him bob. he counts beans:P

. . . Bob the Bean Counter. Can't wait for the theme song.

we are doomed:rofl:

beans, beans

good for your heart--

think of the children:P

"You have three beans.
but it's much, much more than it seems.
With deficit-spending
your purchases can be never-ending."

Perfect for the NCLB act . . . and an opportunity to groom future politicians.

the humble bean;):hug:

good to see you tonight

. . . sounds like a good name for a band.

Spiral out,

@

catch ya later ^_^

@

"I want to love somebody
I hear you need somebody to love
Oh I want to love somebody
I hear you're looking
For somebody to love

cause you need to be back
In the arms of a good friend
And I need to be back
In the arms of a girlfriend

I didn't know nobody
And then I saw you coming my way
Oh I didn't know nobody
And then I saw you coming my way

Don't you need to be back
In the arms of a good friend?
Oh cause honey believe me
Id sure love to call you
My girlfriend


Don't you need to be back
In the arms of a good friend?
Oh cause honey believe me
Id sure love to call you
My girlfriend

cause you
Got a good thing going baby
You only need somebody to love
Oh you got a good thing going
You're only looking
For someone to love
cause you need to get back
In the arms of a good friend

And I'm never gonna set you free
No I'm never gonna set you free."

"What mood is that you wear this time
Why do you get high
To change the seat your in
In time you won't come back again
What mood is that you wear this time
Why do you get high
To change the seat your in
In time you won't come back again
High(x6)
Make light of the weight
Time off from hell I could be in
These are the words you say
What mood is that you wear this time
Why do you get high
To change the seat and complicate things
High(x6)
What does it take to get you high
What will it take to get me high
What does it take to get us high
Whatever it takes to get you
High(x6)
You don't like me when I'm high
High
HaHa
HaHa."

"When he was young youd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmers daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says john this is not the way lifes supposed to be.
Don't you see the life that you are missing?
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark may morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
The starboard bow. oh my God were going down!
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
Ill live and die a fisherman.
Calling john the fisherman."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkFMJ4-ai1I