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This is the final night of the opening round.
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Is it just me or is this opening round lasting forever?
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Little Richard?
. . . and to tell you this: I work with gays, have friends who are gay, go to church with gays. Most of them are aware that I believe that homosexual behavior is sin. Some of them actually agree. Most don't. It's OK . . . because they also know or at least have been made aware of my multitude of sins: adulterous heart, lustful and covetous behavior, wicked pride, angry spirit . . . do I need to go on?
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I had to vote for Bowie, even though I like Little Richard.
I'm from the EARLY MTV generation (when MTV was cool), and the Let's Dance, still sounds good today with Stevie Ray Vaughn's wailing guitar.Comment
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Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Control is not convinced,
but the computer
has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.
Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
all is working.
Trying to relax
up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink."
jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on...
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers up,
runnning perfect.
Starting to collect
requested data.
"What will it affect
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.
Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
"Hello Major Tom.
Are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
Across the stratosphere,
a final message:
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.
Far beneath the ship,
the world is mourning.
They don't realize
he's alive.
No one understands,
but Major Tom sees.
"Now the light commands
this is my home,
I'm coming home."
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
coming, coming
home...
home.....Be passionate about what you believe in, or why bother.Comment
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Peter Schilling!Originally posted by madyaks@Apr 15 2004, 07:33 PM
Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Control is not convinced,
but the computer
has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.
Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
all is working.
Trying to relax
up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink."
jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on...
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers up,
runnning perfect.
Starting to collect
requested data.
"What will it affect
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.
Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
"Hello Major Tom.
Are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
Across the stratosphere,
a final message:
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.
Far beneath the ship,
the world is mourning.
They don't realize
he's alive.
No one understands,
but Major Tom sees.
"Now the light commands
this is my home,
I'm coming home."
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
coming, coming
home...
home.....
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