I didn't know either of those things, Dylan. Huh.
Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone could just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
erikaj - Oct 25, 2005 12:49:48 pm PDT #517 of 10003
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:52:11 pm PDT #518 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
Oh, and "why it sucked to be a male singer-songwriter in the 1970s and 80s (using non-randomly selected data points)":
Harry Chapin: Car crash
Jim Croce: Plane crash
Steve Goodman: cancer
James Taylor: institutionalized for depression, heroin addiction, motorcycle crash, married to Carly Simon... and yet still alive
tommyrot - Oct 25, 2005 12:53:22 pm PDT #519 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
And his wife wrote a poem that became the basis for "Cat's In The Cradle;" the song is credited to both Chapins.
And then after he died, she wrote a poem called "Cat's in the Pinto."
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:54:36 pm PDT #520 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
I didn't know either of those things, Dylan. Huh.
I always get Croce and Chapin reversed, since they were both big-time singer-songwriters, both political, and both died in crashes. It's just that Croce died eight years before Chapin, and Croce's career was at its height while Chapin's was winding down.
tommyrot - Oct 25, 2005 12:55:50 pm PDT #521 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I had thought that Croce wasn't well known outside the Chicago area when he died.
Also, you don't tug on Superman's cape.
Lee - Oct 25, 2005 1:00:46 pm PDT #522 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Or spit into the wind.
dw - Oct 25, 2005 1:07:06 pm PDT #523 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
I had thought that Croce wasn't well known outside the Chicago area when he died.
"Bad Bad Leroy Brown" was #1 two months before he died. Sure you're not thinking of Goodman?
And oh, you don't pull the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 1:17:05 pm PDT #524 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
And you don't mess around with Jim.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 2:54:09 pm PDT #525 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
DCJensen - Oct 25, 2005 3:58:30 pm PDT #526 of 10003
All is well that ends in pizza.
Or Slim, for that matter.