Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 10:15:51 -0500
Reply-To: Jim Felder <jim.felder@GMAIL.COM>
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From: Jim Felder <jim.felder@GMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: frydaye ffollies on the fforthe daye of the seventhe monthe
of the twenty-ninth yeare of our vanagons ...
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Good ones!
Jim
On Fri, Jul 4, 2008 at 10:02 AM, joel walker <uncajoel@bellsouth.net> wrote:
> ... beginning in Cancer and ending in Leo,on average the warmest month
> in the northern hemisphere and the coldest month in the southern
> hemisphere, previously named Quintilis (it was the fifth month of the
> ancient roman calendar). :)
>
> for those of you pinning away inside the house, wishing you could go
> driving ...
>
> Road-Fever
> (Down to the Road in Buses)
> by Hoppin' John Cornfield
>
> I must go down to The Road again,
> to The Pavement and The Line,
> And all I need is a veedub bus
> for my senses to entwine
> With the engine's song and the humming tires
> and the whistling of the wind.
> As the years slough off and my heart grows young,
> the Road is like a friend.
>
> I must go down to The Road again,
> for the Call of an Open Road
> Has a stronger pull than the Roots of Home;
> on the heart, it's a heavy load.
> And all i ask is a clear blue sky,
> or a moonlit starry night,
> On a two-lane Road through a countryside,
> to set my soul aright.
>
> I must go down to The Road again,
> to the Highways of my youth,
> To the roads I traveled so long ago,
> when I had but little couth,
> And all I ask from the Highway gods,
> whatever they may be,
> Is a journey safe, and return the same,
> on a road forever free.
>
>
> whazzat you say? oh, ok, for all the homebodies who are already
> nibbling the barbecue and smoking them fireworks ... a ballad of our
> times:
>
>
> Mr Gasoline Man
> by Bob Dylan Thomas Hardy Hamburger
>
> (to the tune of Mr. Tambourine Man,
> by Bob Dylan, way back when)
>
>
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
> I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
> Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.
>
>
> Though I know that Exxon's empire has drilled into our brain,
> Left us feeling pain,
> Kept us blindly here to spend and keep on spending.
> Conformity amazes me, astonished once again
> At people, oh, so vain
> To think that gasoline will last without ending.
>
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
> I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
> Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.
>
>
> I tried to take a trip upon your golden octane ship -
> My wallet, it was stripped, my money had no grip,
> It did not like my hip, only waiting for your gas pumps
> To be leaving me.
> I'm ready to go anywhere, but cannot foot the bill.
> With prices rising still, all my hopes will soon be nil,
> I promise I can't handle it.
>
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
> I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
> Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
> I need my nose for breathing, not for paying through.
>
> :)
> unca joel
>
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