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Let there be peace on earth,
and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on Earth,
the peace that was meant to be.

With God as our Father,
brothers all are we,
Let me walk with my brother,
in perfect harmony.

Let peace begin with me,
let this be the moment now.
With every step I take,
let this be my solemn vow,

To take each moment and live each moment
in peace, eternally.
Let there be Peace on Earth,
and let it begin with me.

Ex: Holy crap!

How long are you prepared to monitor the three of us?

I could be tempted from the post, as this is becoming tiresome. I would hope the temptation is better than humanoid Silverale, however.

Jeff Proty, are you willing to stay up as long as it takes?

Boys... you're just playing the game. I'm living it.

Nuff said.

Maybe I am getting delirious, I need a drink of juice to refresh myself. BAR WENCH, a flagon of mead for my comrades! Hell, give them each a flagon of mead. Rest up boys, the band will be right back.

I get it. You get your jollies from seeing others suffer.

***foxlike expletive***

Act Naturally by Buck Owens

They're gonna put me in the movies
They're gonna make a big star out of me
We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely
And all I have to do is act naturally

[CHORUS]
Well, I bet you I'm gonna be a big star
Might win an Oscar you can never tell
The movie's gonna make me a big star,
'Cause I can play the part so well

Well, I hope you come and see me in the movie
Then I'll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I have to do is act naturally

We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely
Begging down upon his bended knee
I'll play the part but I won't need rehearsing
All I have to do is act naturally

[CHORUS]

< picks at beard >

I am sure the 9 who were voted out are quite envious at this point.

***foxlike sarcasm***

GEE, OFFICER KRUPKE
ACTION
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
You gotta understand,
It's just our bringin' up-ke
That gets us out of hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!

ACTION AND JETS
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset;
We never had the love that ev'ry child oughta get.
We ain't no delinquents,
We're misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good!

ACTION
There is good!

ALL
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good!
Like inside, the worst of us is good!

SNOWBOY: (Spoken) That's a touchin' good story.

ACTION: (Spoken) Lemme tell it to the world!

SNOWBOY: Just tell it to the judge.

ACTION
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor,
My parents treat me rough.
With all their marijuana,
They won't give me a puff.
They didn't wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin' lizards! That's why I'm so bad!

DIESEL: (As Judge) Right!

Officer Krupke, you're really a square;
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care!
It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed.
He's psychologic'ly disturbed!

ACTION
I'm disturbed!

JETS
We're disturbed, we're disturbed,
We're the most disturbed,
Like we're psychologic'ly disturbed.

DIESEL: (Spoken, as Judge) In the opinion on this court, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.

ACTION: (Spoken) Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived.

DIESEL: So take him to a headshrinker.

ACTION (Sings)
My father is a bastard,
My ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's always plastered,
My grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!

A-RAB: (As Psychiatrist) Yes!
Officer Krupke, you're really a slob.
This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
Society's played him a terrible trick,
And sociologic'ly he's sick!

ACTION
I am sick!

ALL
We are sick, we are sick,
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we're sociologically sick!

A-RAB: In my opinion, this child don't need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease!

ACTION: Hey, I got a social disease!

A-RAB: So take him to a social worker!

ACTION
Dear kindly social worker,
They say go earn a buck.
Like be a soda jerker,
Which means like be a schumck.
It's not I'm anti-social,
I'm only anti-work.
Gloryosky! That's why I'm a jerk!

BABY JOHN: (As Female Social Worker)
Eek!
Officer Krupke, you've done it again.
This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.
It ain't just a question of misunderstood;
Deep down inside him, he's no good!

ACTION
I'm no good!

ALL
We're no good, we're no good!
We're no earthly good,
Like the best of us is no damn good!

DIESEL (As Judge)
The trouble is he's crazy.

A-RAB (As Psychiatrist)
The trouble is he drinks.

BABY JOHN (As Female Social Worker)
The trouble is he's lazy.

DIESEL
The trouble is he stinks.

A-RAB
The trouble is he's growing.

BABY JOHN
The trouble is he's grown.

ALL
Krupke, we got troubles of our own!

Gee, Officer Krupke,
We're down on our knees,
'Cause no one wants a fellow with a social disease.
Gee, Officer Krupke,
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke,
Krup you!

Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.

brb

Gotta take a big dump.

.....do I really want to know?

Ah, these are the times that really test alliances, eh?

Ahhhhh. That felt great!

Is it like having one's tail brushed?

Major TMI, Lardy

Pure Prairie League
Amy

I can see why you think you belong to me
I never tried to make you think, or let you see one thing for yourself
But now your off with someone else and I'm alone
You see I thought that I might keep you for my own

Amy what you wanna do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I do

Don't you think the time is right for us to find
All the things we thought weren't proper could be right in time
And can you see
Which way we should turn together or alone
I can never see whats right or what is wrong
(cause it'll take to long to see)

Amy what you wanna do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I do

(Acoustic solo)

Well now
Amy what you wanna do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I do

Now it's come to what you want you've had your way
And all the things you thought before just faded into gray
And can't you see
That I don't know if it's you or if it's me
If it's one of us I'm sure we'll both will see
So take a good long look and tell me

Amy what you wanna do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer
Longer if I do

Yeah now
Amy what you wanna do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I do

I keep
Fallin' in and out of love with you
Fallin' in and out of love with you
Don't know what I'm gonna do, I keep
Fallin' in and out of love
With you

BRAAAAAP.

?

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

All right, guys... two hours.

We have now moved into the realm of tactile temptation. That is to say, anything offered from this point on is real... and will be yours to keep (sent out in next weekend's post, should you accept it).

We'll start out modestly... with this lovely copy of Legion of Super-Heroes volume 4. #1. A first appearance, of sorts, and featuring the debut Legion work of writers Tom and Mary Bierbaum.

Anyone who drops... it's yours. Any takers?

ARTIST: Squirrel Nut Zippers
TITLE: Hell
Lyrics and Chords


{Refrain}
In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife
Now you make the scene all day
But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

/ Dm - / - A7 / - - / - Dm /

People listen attentively
I mean about future calamity
I used to think the idea was obsolete
Until I heard the old man stamping his feet

{Refrain}

This is a place where eternally
Fire is applied to the body
Teeth are extruded and bones are ground
Then baked into cakes which are passed around

{Refrain}

Beauty, talent, fame, money
Refinement, top skill and brain
But all the things you try to hide
Will be revealed on the other side

{Refrain}

Now the D and the A and the M and the N
And the A and the T and the I-O-N
Lose your face, lose your name
Then get fitted for a suit of flame

{Repeat last verse}

Do you have either of my interests... sex and candy?

That is a great issue, Jeff Proty, but I already have it.

Bootylicious


Kelly
Can you handle this
Michelle
Can you handle this
Beyonce
Can you handle this
I don't think they can handle this whoooo

Better move
Cause we've arrived
Lookin' sexy
Lookin' fly
Baddest chick
Chick inside
Dj
Jam tonight
Spotted me
A tender thang
There you are
Come on baby
Don't you wanna
Dance with me
Can you handle
Handle me

You gotta do much better
If you're gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you're gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff

I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe

Baby can you handle this
Baby can you handle this
Baby can you handle this
I don't think you can handle this

I'm about to break you off
H-town goin hard
Read my hips
Slap my thighs
Swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin' hot
Smellin' good
Groovin' like
I'm from the hood
Over my shoulder
I blow you a kiss
Can you handle
Handle this

I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe

Move your body up and down (whoo)
Make your booty touch the ground (whoo)
I can't help but wonder why
My vibe's too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz

Bod,body bom,body bod.body bom,body bom.body

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya baby x6