I'll name THAT in one...

Originally posted by redbadger
Still got the album Salty Dog not the best track on there but Gary has a fantastic voice. Procol Harum

Originally posted by hakima
It seemed a good song for a storm. I wanted to post lyrics to one of my favourite Dylan songs with a storm reference, but I knew Mr. Dominic would get it right off.

whose turn is it now?

I'll have a go:

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

(song)

Originally posted by NoEarthlyReason
I'll have a go:

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

(song)

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother`s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God;

Originally posted by Ponderable
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother`s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God;

Gog and Magog ate pork in vertical New York

Originally posted by nimzophysh
Gog and Magog ate pork in vertical New York

Originally posted by Ponderable
That was the opening of John Irving: Owen Meany

any new challenges?

Originally posted by Ponderable
Karl Shapiro in the poem Scyrus.

I admit to ahve googled this, but in fact it seemed like nobody knew that....

Next one:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

(song)

Originally posted by nimzophysh
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

(song)

She doesn't want money.

Originally posted by vandervelde
She doesn't want money.