Air Clearing CONFESSION
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mcmullenm at vcss.k12.ca.us
Wed Jun 23 10:27:41 CDT 1999
Paul Mackin wrote:
>
> On Wed, 23 Jun 1999, Jeremy Osner wrote:
>
> >
> > Tom Hickey wrote:
> >
> > > I once had impure thoughts about a list member!
> >
> > (That goes double for me)
> > JJ
> >
>
> Same here.
>
> PPP
I've had impure thoughts about several listmembers, then I realized they
were me posting under fictitious names. Got a lot of mileage out of
those English Girls.
Here's a couple of tunes to soothe the savage beasts. Follow the crusted
mud:
Humbled in Love (L.Cohen)
Do you remember all of those pledges
That we pledged in the passionate night
Ah they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges
Like moths on a still yellow light
No penance serves to renew them
No massive transfusions of trust
Why not even revenge can undo them
So twisted these vows and so crushed
And you say you've been humbled in love
Cut down in your love
Forced to kneel in the mud next to me
Ah but why so bitterly turn from the one
Who kneels there as deeply as thee
Children have taken these pledges
They have ferried them out of the past
Oh beyond all the graves and the hedges
Where love must go hiding at last
And here where there is no description
Oh here in the moment at hand
No sinner need rise up forgiven
No victim need limp to the stand
And you say you've been humbled in love...
And look dear heart, look at the virgin
Look how she welcomes him into her gown
Yes, and mark how the stranger's cold armour
Dissolves like a star falling down
Why trade this vision for desire
When you may have them both
You will never see a man this naked
I will never hold a woman this close
And you say you've been humbled in love...
Please Call Me, Baby (T.Waits)
The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as you slammed out the door
If this is love we're crazy
As we fight like cats and dogs
But I just know there's got to be more
So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain
And I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find
(Chorus)
And we're always at each other's throats
You know it drives me up the wall
But most of the time I'm just blowing off steam
And I wish to God you'd leave me
Baby I wish to God you'd stay
Life's so different than it is in your dreams
(Chorus)
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