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He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday - that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WHEN WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL - FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly

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I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend. But, I always thought that I'd see you one more time again. you know who you are

leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lie-hied Promises what I seem to be only watched the tide go by-hhhyyy all these things you said to me; NAR, na na na na.Dom Dom Dom

We've done four already and now were steady and then I went 1 2 3 4

Lady when you're with me I'm smiling!

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The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause - The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes - Defies the empty page His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world - To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you - the blind who once could see - The bell tolls for thee...

Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought New wonders in the world, wonders in the world, Wonders in the world they wrought. Live for yourself -- there's no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will Only cry out for more Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you, I Came to write this song

Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream

Row Row Row your bout gently down the stream

"I'm Jose Conseco, I'm Jose Conseco!!!!"

QUOTE (rickyrob @ Jan 2 2008, 05:39 AM) F***ing hilarious. Every time I see it. 48mins and 52 secs into it is a shot of the courtroom clock at 1:30 p.m. The camera tilts down.....I'm the guy on the right with the goutee and yellow shirt talking to a lady next to me ( who was later replaced by the witness. Working 3 weeks wity Jim Carrey was the best!!

When they turn the pages of history When these days have passed long ago Will they read of us with sadness For the seeds that we let grow We turned our gaze From the castles in the distance Eyes cast down On the path of least resistance Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise The hypocrites are slandering The sacred halls of Truth Ancient nobles showering Their bitterness on youth Can't we find The minds that made us strong Can't we learn To feel what's right and wrong Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise Can't we raise our eyes And make a start Can't we find the minds To lead us closer to the Heart

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The should make one with Kevin Conroy.

QUOTE (Necromancer @ Jan 12 2008, 04:07 AM) Of the first wave of Bat flicks I'd pick Keaton. He's the best of the worst. Since the Batman tv show was a farce, then I can't even consider West. And since Bale was AWESOME... i guess he'd get the nod. Definitely Bale. Wish the Steelers had cheerleaders, Necr We barely have a mascot (if you'd call him that) Keaton/Kilmer is like comparing Connery/Brosnon

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