The Shoutbox
You changed your avatar.....
I am pretty spooky I know........
So how are you going miniontv........you're......umm err....umm...looking good as usual....
Phew.. I got spooked out a bit then
No you're not........I am here
I'm here all alone!
hello everyone..........how are you all going......?
here are some lyrics for you
compliments of the band at the drive-in.
"cosmonaut"
aeronautics hacked
the spine of paragraphs
prepare to indent, a coma that read-
floating in a soundproof costume
here comes the monolith
brass knuckles for the hissie fit
an abbreviation for the landing of fleets
incoming
position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes
permission was hinted
lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
is it heavier than air - am i supposed to die alone?


I know that song!

You walked in to the party
Like you were walking into a yacht!
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye,
your scarf it was apricot!
You had one eye in the mirror,
and watched yourself go by...
All the girls thought they would be your partner...

You're so vain!
You probably think this song is about you,
You're so vain,
you probably think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you....

I had some dreams, and they were clouds in my coffee,
clouds in my coffee...


Right!? Same song, right?
I know that song!

[iYou walked in to the party
Like you were walking into a yacht!
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye,
your scarf it was apricot!
You had one eye in the mirror,
and watched yourself go by...
All the girls thought they would be your partner...

You're so vain!
You probably think this song is about you,
You're so vain,
you probably think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you....

I had some dreams, and they were clouds in my coffee,
clouds in my coffee... [/i]

Right!? Same song, right?
Ah Toose, you're quoting from one of my favorite albums of all time. A very under rated Pink Floyd, indeed.

Thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
Thought i oughta tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
and strung out behind us the banners and flags
of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

Do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?