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#55
by Veteran Evil Roy - 10/28/2003 10:39:55 PM
u iz possessed MM7! 
Listen to the ground:
there is movement all around.
There is something goin' down
and I can feel it.
On the waves of the air,
there is dancin' out there.
If it's somethin' we can share,
we can steal it.
And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the light,
controlling my mind and my soul.
When you reach out for me
yeah, and the feelin' is right,
then I get night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
Here I am,
prayin' for this moment to last,
livin' on the music is so fine,
born on the wind,
makin' it mine.
Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
In the heat of our love,
don't need no help for us to make it.
Gimme just enough to take us to the mornin'.
I got fire in my mind.
I got higher in my walkin'.
And I'm glowin' in the dark;
I give you warnin'.
And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the light,
controlling my mind and my soul.
When you reach out for me
yeah, and the feelin' is right,
then I get night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
Here I am,
prayin' for this moment to last,
livin' on the music is so fine,
born on the wind,
makin' it mine.
Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
        
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#56
by Veteran MM77 - 10/28/2003 10:49:01 PM
ALWAYS Steve,
YOUR LUCK! This is a PG FORUM!
nice song!!!!
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#57
by Veteran MM77 - 10/28/2003 11:03:32 PM
OH!....and if YOU! post another BEE GEE SONG!
Were going to R rated.
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You better stop with these Beegee's songs. I've got Donna summer tunes ready to fly 
    
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#64
by Veteran MM77 - 10/29/2003 10:22:17 PM
LOOKING for some HOT LOVE BABY!
THIS EVENING!  
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#66
by Veteran TheQuack - 10/30/2003 12:36:51 PM
Hot Stuff Detox Procedure
Step 1: Read an inanely stupid home-grown poem.
I wasn't gonna post this here. Really I wasn't. I was gonna save it for the next temple prose competition. But I have to do somethings to wipe that R-rated poem out of my mind.
A Tale Of Two Stubbies
Sergeant Stub, a stubby foe.
One day, Stubby stubbed his toe.
"Bugger, I iz stubbed." said he,
then drank a stubbie clumsily.
He dropped the stubbie, beer and all.
His stubbie shorts were messed, right royal.
He scratched his stubble thoughtfully,
Then opened stubbie two with glee.
Step 2: While sitting there confused, think of some quiet, soulful music.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Chorus:
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Chorus:
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Step 3:
Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
Gotta have some hot stuff
Gotta have some lovin' tonight
Step 4: Return to step 1.
    
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#67
by Veteran MM77 - 10/30/2003 1:00:57 PM
SNIFF!...  .... And I thought no one understud me .... Sob! .... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! 
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Quack:
I, for one, am TRULY able to relax pondering the lyrics of a song about a guy so skewed that he cut off his ear and mailed it to a girl to try to impress her... 
Or are you commenting on MM77's adoration of The Divine One? The Vincent VanGogh of the Metaverse!
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Damn, Quack...now I've got that Don Maclean song on my mind... 
 
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Is this the same Evil Steve commonly known as snookums
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#73
by Veteran MM77 - 10/30/2003 6:18:36 PM
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