You know, they burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out He was pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over We had to find another place Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race, now 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
