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Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Story Bone

Mis-overheard:

"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"

Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).

2 comments:

Rick said...

I'm totally with you on this, one Steve. I've gotta ask the herbal woman about this one when I go down to the hills this summer. Interesting.

Steve Buchheit said...

Cool, Rick. I wonder if there's a Kool-Aid flavor that's Haint Blue, and if that would do anything?