"Well they'll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You'll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they'll be tryin' to get water outta rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in
Sing "Amazing Grace" all the way to the Swiss banks
..
 
Yes, I guess I love..him too
I can still see him in my mind climbin' that hill
Did he make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner,
just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid
From now on, this'll be where you're from
Let the dead bury the dead. Your time will come
Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade
 
..there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back"
B Dylan, Copyright © 1983 Special Rider Music
 
 
 
 
On Wed, 8 Mar 2006 20:36:21 -0700 [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
forgive me--it's actually spelt 'middle'
 
On Wed, 8 Mar 2006 19:19:33 -0800 (PST) Kevin Deegan <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes:
Mainly gibberish with an M

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
 
 
On Tue, 7 Mar 2006 12:15:07 -0500 as "Lance Muir" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes about this topic, so might  g , e.g..:
..I've been reluctant to write anything personal at all..[to those who] .. mock persons [mesmerized by Mother Mary's Mercy-Man managing moment by moment the quintessential demystifying of morality-based (faith-less) merchandising of middel class mammon merged mindlessly mainly with merciless megalomyopiate mostly memorized 'merican mythology]
 
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