someone somewhere understands you all.
freaky silly boys.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
someone somewhere understands you all.
freaky silly boys.
Shoes for industry! Shoes for the dead!
I'm high alright, but not on false drugs...I'm high on the REAL thing.
But..but..this is a bag of SHIT!!!!
Yeah, but it's really GOOD shit.
freaky silly boys.
That msbelle's got a balcony you could do Shakespeare from!
I'm high alright, but not on false drugs...I'm high on the REAL thing.
Powerful gasoline... a clean windshield, and a shoeshine.
ahem!
ahem!
:-)
freaky silly boys.
It isn't easy being freaky or silly. Being both....
Meanwhile, back to my Smokey Robinson & the Miracles CD.
More sugar!
Eat It! Eat It RAW!!!
Rah, rah, rah!! That's the spirits we have here...
aww man, Jerry Goldsmith is(was) my favourite movie composer.