For you.....

*grin :-)

Was REM doing Orange crush and Bang and Blame, now one for me...
Jerkin Crocus by Mott the Hoople.

"Whoa-ho-ho, it's getting hard around here. Jerkin Crocus didn't kill me but she shure came near..."

The Future....

Leonard Cohen:

Tito

Little Tito had a magazine, not that that kind
this one went in a gun
fell down on Florentine as was how theses things begun.
never saw it coming but knew that it was there...
inevitable curiosities, expectations mean much more.
The Florence of rage and the cure for hopes,
do all these things end here?
I guess they do, I know they do, but....
nothing describes the currency, the price that must be payed.
Next arm is in the legacy, next leg near the foot.
Tito got his brand in mouth, now Tito walks alone.
Separate stalls and world shakes home, nothing remains the same.
Sordid likes of one as he and nowhere but to go home.
Tracks and tracks of dynasty, future still undefined.
Tito needs more faith in life or Tito soon goes home....

Priest accused of shoplifting butter and a sofa cover

WEST CITY, Ill. – A Roman Catholic priest was accused of shoplifting butter and a sofa cover at a Wal-Mart in southern Illinois. Police arrested 41-year-old the Rev. Steven Poole on Friday. He's charged with two felony theft counts. Investigators said Poole failed to scan a $3.22 container of butter and a $60 sofa cover at a self-checkout. Poole then allegedly went to the store's bedding section, picked up a memory foam mattress and switched the pricing bar code. That caused the $145 item to be scanned for $31.

Allegedly, Poole also possessed a stolen laptop computer power pack.

He's the priest for St. Andrew's Catholic Church in Christopher and St. Mary's Catholic Church in Sesser.

Poole does not have a listed home telephone number, and messages left for him at the churches were not returned.

LOL, I never trusted em anyway. Story was taken from [here]

Grand Hotel by Procol Harum....

Lyrics...

Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats
On Carousel and gambling stake
Our fortunes speed, and dissipate.
It's candlelight and chandelier,
It's silver plate and crystal clear.
It's serenade and Sarabande.
The nights we stay at Hotel Grand

Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz.
(A golden dish with every wish ).
It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes,
Dry champagne, and bursting grapes.
Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay,
Profiteroles and Peach Flambe,
The waiters dance on fingertips
The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz

One more toast to greet the morn
The wine and dine have danced till dawn
Where's my Continental Bride?
We'll Continental slip and slide
Early morning pinch and bite -
(These French girls always like to fight)
It's serenade and Sarabande,
The nights we stay at Hotel Grand
Les nuits qu'on passe l'Hotel Grande.



This band is unique in the aspect that it never followed anyone and no-one could ever follow it.