Air Clearing CONFESSION

s~Z 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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