Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast
Eric W Rudd [email protected] ----- Original Message ----- From: Lori Michaelson To: Eric W Rudd Sent: Sunday, November 28, 2010 7:21 PM Subject: Re: [QUAD-L] Where would i be w/o music? There is almost NOTHING that makes me feel better than when I am listening to my favorite tunes. Carry on my wayward son... Lori On Sun, Nov 28, 2010 at 5:53 PM, Eric W Rudd <[email protected]> wrote: Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say Eric W Rudd [email protected] -- Lori Age - 46 C4/5 complete quad, 31 years post Tucson, AZ
