Kids

Cinderella Man - Rush

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Reflex in the sky Warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you better hide From the atomic tide Flashes in the sky Turns houses into sties Turns people into clay Radiation minds decay Robot minds of robot slaves Lead men to atomic graves Plastic flowers melt in sun Fading moon falls upon Dying world of radiation Victims of mad frustration Burning glow of obscene fire Like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down To Earth's cracking ground Rivers turn to wood Eyes melt into blood Earth lies in death bed Clouds cry for the dead Terrifying rain Ease the burning pain Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral And so in the sky .......Shines the electric eye .....Supernatural king Takes Earth under his wing .......Heaven's golden chorus sings Hell's angels flap their wings ......Evil souls fall to Hell Ever trapped in burning cells!

Winter - Rolling Stones

Bethel New York

By-Tor And The Snow Dog - Rush

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I might be movin' to Montana soon Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss Raisin' it up Waxen it down In a little white box I can sell uptown By myselfI wouldn't Have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Well I just might grow me some bees But I'd leave the sweet stuff For somebody else... but then, on the other hand I'd Keep the wax N' melt it down Pluck some Floss N' swish it aroun' I'd have me a crop An' it'd be on top (that's why I'M movin' to Montana) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss That's growin' on the prairie Pluckin' the floss! I plucked all day an' all nite an' all Afternoon... I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss (His name is MIGHTY LITTLE) He's a good hoss Even though He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway Any way I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss Even if you think it is a little silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I'm gonna find me a horse Just about this big An' ride him all along the border line With a Pair of heavy-duty Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand Every other wranglerwould say I was mighty grand By myselfI wouldn't Have no boss But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Well I might Ride along the border With my tweezers gleamin' In the moon-lighty night And then I'd Get a cuppa cawfee N' give my foot a push... Just me 'n the pymgy pony Over the Dennil Floss Bush N' then I might just Jumb back on An' ride Like a cowboy Into the dawn to Montana Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon

Leaning tree

I took a tour of Cowboys Stadium a few weeks ago.......here is the view the Giants wide recivers will have all day long when they are in town this October.....

I really dig this photo....all of your photographs have a nice taste of darkness to them.

Charlie Brown

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Swiss

.....................RJD...................

Rangers vs Tigers on fox sports southwest.

The Detroit Tigers at batting practice before last nights game at the Rangers Ballpark....it was 104 degrees!

This mornings sunrise......

Stop - Pink Floyd

Terrapin station - lady with a fan Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, Till things weve never seen will seem familiar. Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, Who came through many fights, but lost at love. While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, She takes her fan and throws it, in the lions den. Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. That's how it stands today. you decide if he was wise. The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice. His job is to she'd light, and not to master. Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold. Terrapin station Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color; Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask. Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last. Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin. Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright; The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best, On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, Terrapin station. In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station. And I know well get there soon, terrapin station. I can't figure out, terrapin, if it's the end or beginning, terrapin, But the trains put it's brakes on, terrapin, And the whistle is screaming, terrapin. Terrapin station - at the siding While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness. The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in, Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. Youre back in terrapin for good or I'll again, for good or I'll again.

Im not anymore........here is something from the last "band" I was in...Melodic Exile.....

To this day, I love this album........the tunes from Mob Rules & Heaven and Hell are great as studio recordings, but are so much better live........