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    paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

    A more coordinated approach.

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      paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

      "I guess that's why
      They call it the blues..
      Laughing like children...
      Living like lovers...
      Rolling like thunder under the covers
      And I guess that's why
      They call it the blues"

      1. paradigmsearch profile image87
        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Found it! big_smile

        1. paradigmsearch profile image87
          paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago in reply to this

          Oh, really.

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            paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago in reply to this

            And where did it go?

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        I want to be as can be. 11 songs are awaiting.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        We do as we can.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        A long, long time ago...
        I can still remember
        How that music used to make me smile.
        And I knew if I had my chance
        That I could make those people dance
        And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Or...

        It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
        And a cat named Kalamazoo,
        Left the city in a pickup truck.
        Gonna make some dreams come true.

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          paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago in reply to this

          Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
          And the coyote bays at the moon.
          Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
          And a cat named Kalamazoo.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        I guess I should proceed...

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Repeat and more.

        It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
        And a cat named Kalamazoo,
        Left the city in a pickup truck.
        Gonna make some dreams come true.

        Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
        And the coyote bays at the moon.
        Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
        And a cat named Kalamazoo.
        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,

        Where they play a little cowboy tune.

        And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,

        By the name of Randy Boone.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Again sorry about the spacing.

      9. paradigmsearch profile image87
        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Whole song. It really is:

        Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake, and a cat named Kalamazoo,

        Left the city in a pickup truck. Gonna make some dreams come true.

        Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets, and the coyote bays at the moon.

        Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake, And a cat named Kalamazoo.

        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,

        Where they play a little cowboy tune.

        And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,

        By the name of Randy Boone.

        Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,

        And Della got a fire in her eye.

        The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,

        And the cat had a shot of rye.

        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,

        And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.

        He snorted his coke through a century note,

        And he swore that Boone would die.

        And the stage was set when the lights went out,

        There was death in Tucson town.

        Two shadows ran for the bar back door,

        But one stayed on the ground.

        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        Two shadows ran from the bar that night,

        And a dog and a cat ran too.

        And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,

        As down the road they flew.

        It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,

        And a cat named Kalamazoo.

        Left Tucson in a pickup truck.

        Gonna make some dreams come true.

        Yeah, yeah, yeah.

        If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,

        About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.

        But the cat was cool,

        And he never said a mumblin' word.

        To fade.

      10. paradigmsearch profile image87
        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        Editing problems. Live with it.

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        And I shall post another. Totally different and my sign off. big_smile

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        paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

        A long, long time ago...
        I can still remember
        How that music used to make me smile.
        And I knew if I had my chance
        That I could make those people dance
        And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

        But February made me shiver
        With every paper I’d deliver.
        Bad news on the doorstep;
        I couldn’t take one more step.

        I can’t remember if I cried
        When I read about his widowed bride,
        But something touched me deep inside
        The day the music died.

        So bye-bye, miss american pie.
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        Did you write the book of love,
        And do you have faith in God above,
        If the Bible tells you so?
        Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
        Can music save your mortal soul,
        And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

        Well, I know that you’re in love with him
        `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
        You both kicked off your shoes.
        Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

        I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
        With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
        But I knew I was out of luck
        The day the music died.

        I started singin’,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
        And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
        But that’s not how it used to be.
        When the jester sang for the king and queen,
        In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
        And a voice that came from you and me,

        Oh, and while the king was looking down,
        The jester stole his thorny crown.
        The courtroom was adjourned;
        No verdict was returned.
        And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
        The quartet practiced in the park,
        And we sang dirges in the dark
        The day the music died.

        We were singing,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
        The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
        Eight miles high and falling fast.
        It landed foul on the grass.
        The players tried for a forward pass,
        With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

        Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
        While the sergeants played a marching tune.
        We all got up to dance,
        Oh, but we never got the chance!
        `cause the players tried to take the field;
        The marching band refused to yield.
        Do you recall what was revealed
        The day the music died?

        We started singing,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        Oh, and there we were all in one place,
        A generation lost in space
        With no time left to start again.
        So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
        Jack flash sat on a candlestick
        Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

        Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
        My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
        No angel born in hell
        Could break that satan’s spell.
        And as the flames climbed high into the night
        To light the sacrificial rite,
        I saw satan laughing with delight
        The day the music died

        He was singing,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        I met a girl who sang the blues
        And I asked her for some happy news,
        But she just smiled and turned away.
        I went down to the sacred store
        Where I’d heard the music years before,
        But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

        And in the streets: the children screamed,
        The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
        But not a word was spoken;
        The church bells all were broken.
        And the three men I admire most:
        The father, son, and the holy ghost,
        They caught the last train for the coast
        The day the music died.

        And they were singing,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
        "this’ll be the day that I die."

        They were singing,
        "bye-bye, miss american pie."
        Drove my chevy to the levee,
        But the levee was dry.
        Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
        Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

        To fade.

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        eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago

        [lol]

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          eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago in reply to this

          crap... how do you make those smilies? Cagsil uses them all the time....

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        eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago

        lol

        {lol}

        (lol)

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          eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago in reply to this

          hmm

          [hmm]

          [[hmm]]

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            eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago in reply to this

            hmmface

            [hmmface]

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              eternals3ptemberposted 4 years ago in reply to this

              What the *$%&........... GOD, WHY HATH THOU FORSAKEN ME

       
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