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This song has me bouncing all over the place…

Blitzkrieg Bop

“1, 2, 3, 4!

Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, lets go!

Yeah
Formin’ in a straight line
Goin’ through a tight wind
Kids are losin’ their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop

Yeah
They’re Pilin’ in the backseat
Generatin’ steam heat
Pulsatin’ to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey-ho, let’s go
Shoot ‘em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all reved up and ready to go

Formin’ in a straight line
Goin’ through a tight wind
Kids are losin’ their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop

Yeah
They’re Pilin’ in the backseat
Generatin’ steam heat
Pulsatin’ to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey-ho, let’s go
Shoot ‘em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all reved up and ready to go

Hey-ho, let’s go
Shoot ‘em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all reved up and ready to go

Formin’ in a straight line
Goin’ through a tight wind
Kids are losin’ their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop

Yeah
They’re Pilin’ in the backseat
Generatin’ steam heat
Pulsatin’ to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, let’s go! Hey-ho, lets go!”

Though, I’m sure the double espresso has some place in my excessive er,…’perkiness’ right now *twitch*

Current Mood: (cheerful)

cheerful

Current Music: Rob Zombie ~ Blitzkreig Bop

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6 Responses to “Old Wave @ Masquerade 14 July ‘05”

Bradley Boi [ 2005-07-17 09:00:15 ]


	Comment by Bradley Boi We have to have a discussion about the pics from Thursday. You ARE NOT suppossed to post pics that reveal how far along I am in my pregnancy!

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Creepi [ 2005-07-17 11:09:03 ]

Comment by Creepi

*snickers* Silly boy ;-p Let me know which pic it is and I’ll take it down (or edit it). I didn’t look over the photos very thoroughly before throwing them up (if I had I would have noticed I look like a prize fighter in several photos…what a broad schnoz!). I knew if I didn’t get them up soon one of us would have accidentally erased the card.

Heheh ~ I did hold back the pics of you dancing in the backseat of the Jeep with the fake flower (I’ll email those to you if you want to see them ;-p).

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Bradley Boi [ 2005-07-17 17:45:51 ]


	Comment by Bradley Boi LOL… Yea…email me those pics!

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Creepi [ 2005-07-18 08:53:51 ]


	Comment by Creepi Will do=) They are so-so-sooooo silly! You were getting quite acrobatic in the back seat ~ I even have a footprint on my sound bar ;-p

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Hexgirl13 [ 2005-07-19 03:48:16 ]


	Comment by Hexgirl13 Too much HOTNESS for one evening……OH YEAH!

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Creepi [ 2005-07-20 09:25:48 ]


	Comment by Creepi I know!! I didn’t realize so many of our friends (you know are friends are teh hotness) came out of the woodwork on a weekday. It felt like old times le sigh

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That ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour
Is up a winding stair;
And I have many curious things
To show you when you're there."
"Oh, no, no," said the little fly;
"To ask me is in vain;
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Can ne'er come down again."

I'm sure you must be weary, dear,
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Who sleep upon your bed!"

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To prove the warm affection
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I have within my pantry
Good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome-
Will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh, no, no," said the little fly,
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I've heard what's in your pantry,
And I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the spider,
"You're witty and you're wise;
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How brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass
Upon my parlour shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said,
"For what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good-morning now,
I'll call another day."
The spider turned him round about,
And went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon come back again.
So he wove a subtle web
In a little corner sly,
And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.

Then he came out to his door again,
And merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly,
With the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple,
There's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright,
But mine are dull as lead!"

Alas! alas! how very soon
This silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words,
Came slowly flitting by!
With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
Then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes,
And green and purple hue-

Thinking only of her crested head-
Poor foolish thing! At last
Up jumped the cunning spider,
And fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair,
Into his dismal den:
Within his little parlour,-
But she ne'er came out again!

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feeds Who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words,
I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor
Close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale
Of the Spider and the Fly.

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