You two are wonderful to listen too, I mean read, but I can imagine the sound of your words right off the screen and I'm enjoying them.
I'm going to interrupt the party.
Then I'm down in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating,
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a bat out of hell.
Music I hid from my parents. They would have freaked. With a strong Catholic upbringing the word hell in a song might just land me there. I did feel guilty listening to the entire album over and over again.
Loads of cream in your coffee Jim, I just had a bag of chocolate.
A vice here and there,
Coffee, caramel, cream, coke,
Pick one have some fun.
In memory of 3rdRockFromTheFun, I miss him from forum past. He would always write a witty phrase or Haiku.