"..Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
 
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear [ppl] from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the _tombstone blues_"

Bob Dylan Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
 
On Wed, 28 Sep 2005 14:52:41 -0500 Terry Clifton <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes:
Try it in English G.  I can't figure out what you are trying to say.
Terry

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
more insight into the malaise of Texas/culture, sinister the sadistic twists of your 'legal judging':
 
thousands of ppl stuck in New Orleans lacking the blessing (transportation and cash to escape)
 
Houston (which '[you] were busy fleeing with [your] boats, campers, etc.') possessing the blessing
 
how disgusting can you get?
 
 
On Wed, 28 Sep 2005 07:17:44 -0400 Judith H Taylor <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes:
What happened in New Orleans is certainly not a blessing...
 
..Houston is nothing like New Orleans

 

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