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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:37 pm
HelenaBertinelli Lucifer Morningstar You people have no taste. *plays Fuge in D minor* Thank you, Mr. Morningstar. Well someone had to clear the air of the painful twang of country "music."
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:38 pm
hehehe Hey pussycat What's going down
Whatever happened to saturday night When you dressed up sharp and you felt all right It don't seem the same since cosmic light Came into my life, I thought I was divine, wo wo
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go And listen to the music on the radio A saxophone was blowing on a rock'n'roll show We climbed in the back seat, and really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
My head was swimming from the perfume I smelled My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front, put some hair oil on Buddy Holly was singing his very last song (bop sho wop) With your arms around your girl you'd try to sing along (bop sho wop) It felt pretty good (bop sho wop) because you'd really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul (yeah yeah) I really love that rock and roll (rock and roll) Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul (I really love) I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hey
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that Hot patootie, bless my soul (I really love) I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that (yeah yeah yeah) Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll (I really love that) Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and rock and rock and roll!
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:38 pm
*looks to Lucifer and signals*
Not'ing to drink Morningstar? On de `ouse for entertainin' de masses.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:39 pm
At first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong And I grew strong And I learned how to get along and so you're back from outer space I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face I should have changed that stupid lock I should have made you leave your key If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door just turn around now 'cause you're not welcome anymore weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye Did you think I'd crumble Did you think I'd lay down and die Oh no, not I I will survive Oh as long as i know how to love I know I will stay alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive (hey-hey)
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart and I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself I used to cry But now I hold my head up high and you see me somebody new I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you and so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free and now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me
Go on now go walk out the door just turn around now 'cause you're not welcome anymore weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye Did you think I'd crumble Did you think I'd lay down and die Oh no, not I I will survive Oh as long as i know how to love I know I will stay alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:41 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau *looks to Lucifer and signals*
Not'ing to drink Morningstar? On de `ouse for entertainin' de masses. Brandy. And please. Bring the whole the bottle. It's kareoke night apparently.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:41 pm
Lucifer Morningstar HelenaBertinelli Lucifer Morningstar You people have no taste. *plays Fuge in D minor* Thank you, Mr. Morningstar. Well someone had to clear the air of the painful twang of country "music." *shakes head*
What pains me is dis is a New orleans Bistro...dere ain't even supposed to be country music in `ere. A li'l piano and some blue grass, jazz, that sorta thing. ... I t'ink Logan an' Jamie be sneaking songs into de jukebox again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:42 pm
*Her dad's hand is still clamped over her mouth.*
Mumble mumble mumble
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:43 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau *shakes head*
What pains me is dis is a New orleans Bistro...dere ain't even supposed to be country music in `ere. A li'l piano and some blue grass, jazz, that sorta thing. ... I t'ink Logan an' Jamie be sneaking songs into de jukebox again. We shall fix that then. *begins playing "What is This Thing Called Love?" by Art Tatum on the piano*
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:43 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau Lucifer Morningstar HelenaBertinelli Lucifer Morningstar You people have no taste. *plays Fuge in D minor* Thank you, Mr. Morningstar. Well someone had to clear the air of the painful twang of country "music." *shakes head*
What pains me is dis is a New orleans Bistro...dere ain't even supposed to be country music in `ere. A li'l piano and some blue grass, jazz, that sorta thing. ... I t'ink Logan an' Jamie be sneaking songs into de jukebox again.Probably more Logan then Jamie.. Hey anyone else in the mood for a bit of swing music?
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:44 pm
Lucifer Morningstar Mssr Remy LeBeau *looks to Lucifer and signals*
Not'ing to drink Morningstar? On de `ouse for entertainin' de masses. Brandy. And please. Bring the whole the bottle. It's kareoke night apparently. *brings a crystal goblet and full bottle of Stock 84 VSOP brandy to Lucifer*
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:44 pm
*Lets his hand fall and rolls his eyes* Ain't nothin' wrong with blue grass, Gumbo. But none of ya'll know decent country if ya heard it. Cash was God. [ Break time. See ya in thirty ]
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:45 pm
Cassandra Sandsmark Probably more Logan then Jamie.. Hey anyone else in the mood for a bit of swing music? You will have to wait for that. I'm in a jazz mood.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:47 pm
Mr. Morningstar, you sir, have TASTE!
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:47 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Lets his hand fall and rolls his eyes* Ain't nothin' wrong with blue grass, Gumbo. But none of ya'll know decent country if ya heard it. Cash was God. [ Break time. See ya in thirty ] Cash was a sentimental fool who hadn't written an original song for ten years before he died. And he absolutly destoryed "hurt."
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:52 pm
Doesn't life hurt enough without being subjected to that stuff?
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