The very bird, grown taller as he sings, steels his form straight up. Though he is captive, his mighty singing says, satisfaction is a lowly thing, how pure a thing is joy.
Chick, let's refrain from casting judgements and recriminations at each other, or each other's songs. I admire you too much to endanger our friendship.
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I've always loved the raging feel of that song, despite the crappy lyrics.
Yes, he's actually like a caged wolf.
Such a cheerful little ditty.
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Listen when you're in a bad mood and it will cheer you up :)
That was a very parenthetical use of emoticons, deborah.
I approve.
I don't think I would be so cruel as to give you the thumbs down.
Chick, let's refrain from casting judgements and recriminations at each other, or each other's songs. I admire you too much to endanger our friendship.
You could not sing and play that without a beer both before and after with the buzz running right through it all.
I love it.
I enjoyed the "Get out!" and the key toss. Real honest communication. My old hormones are too dormant to be stirred up by the song.
bags sets the tone, lol..
Bags nails it, also :)
"I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me"
Then you aren't doing it right. It's just the stage - not the performance.
My wife went to grade school and high school with the bass player for that band. He doesn't come to the reunions.
Deb continues her assault on the great poets of 'Murica!
Don't fence me in, ricpic.
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