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A.Melon - 30 Apr 2005 09:06 GMT

You can arkive what you like of mine, but you can not prove from whence it
came, and therefore your "evidence" will just leave you with egg on your face
in front of the judge and your employers, so consider that well *Yank* *Dude*
before you jump from the frying pan into the fire.

*You* chose to believe the *lies* of those who hate me, and now you not only
know exactly how it feels when somebody maligns your name all over usenet, but
you compounded your error by calling your own wife a liar and you live with the
consequences because she and I have done nothing wrong.

All you have is wasted paper and wasted time and *we* know a song about that by
The Eagles.

Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening
again
Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
and it looks like the end.

And you're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know what became.
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But you can't hold your man.

You never thought you'd be alone this far
down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time

The autumn leaves have got you thinking
about the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much, no, no
you just loved the boy to well, Farewell
So you live from day to day, and you dream
about tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes
and the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something to
make them go away
And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind from wondrin' what
I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time

Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
"Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone."
So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn't really
wasted time
Mm,hm
Oh hoo, ooh, ohh,
Ooh,ooh, mm

Firebird - The *English* Dude

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A.Melon - 30 Apr 2005 10:45 GMT

> You can arkive what you like of mine, but you can not prove from whence it
> came, and therefore your "evidence" will just leave you with egg on your face
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> you compounded your error by calling your own wife a liar and you live with the
> consequences because she and I have done nothing wrong.

And *Yank* *Dude* all you ever do is make her miserable and then say she is
depressed, but I can make her laugh anytime I like, and I will, because she has
the best laugh I ever heard, and I can hear her laughing as I post this to this
newsgroup, so you can *whine* like a Momma's boi to whomsoever you like, but it
ain't gonna do you any good at all.

And she can whip your arse in any court of law because she is the goddam best,
and I have every faith in her, and she hasn't failed to come up with an A every
time so far, since I taught her how to fly again, and all the people who really
belong in this newsgroup know I ain't lying, except maybe poor Doubting Thomas,
but then he never gets it.

So suck that down too.

And now for the Firebird Strutt, spelt with two Ts.

You put your left arm in, your left arm out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Firebird Strutt and you turn around
That's what it's all about
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Knees bent, arms stretched
Raa raa raa
You put your right arm in, your right arm out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Firebird Strutt and you turn around
That's what it's all about

<chorus>

You put your left leg in, your left leg out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Firebird Strutt and you turn around
That's what it's all about

<chorus>

You put your right leg in, your right leg out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Firebird Strutt and you turn around
That's what it's all about

<chorus>

You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Firebird Strutt and you turn around
That's what it's all about
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Knees bent, arms stretched
Raa raa raa
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Whoa-o the Firebird Strutt
Knees bent, arms stretched
Raa raa raa

Firebird - Laughing *Long* and *Hard*

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