Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
Posts: 625
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Post by Benbow on Jun 3, 2005 6:11:00 GMT -5
And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
O love, I need you...
(23)
The Guests - Leonard Cohen
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Post by Luxury Yacht on Jun 3, 2005 13:53:35 GMT -5
believeelton john sorry pooka, thought i will give another bite a dory previn for the yacht.... Adjudication, please, Humph! Going immediately to one word is Not Fair. I was looking forward to seeing where that one would go. [sulk] I mean, the way I see it is, we could all go to one word straight away if we wanted to, but where's the fun in that? I think there should be a Rule about it, so there.  |
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Post by moll on Jun 3, 2005 20:02:46 GMT -5
Adjudication, please, Humph! Going immediately to one word is Not Fair. I was looking forward to seeing where that one would go. [sulk] I mean, the way I see it is, we could all go to one word straight away if we wanted to, but where's the fun in that? I think there should be a Rule about it, so there. stop blubbering yacht... what happens, happens.... crying for yet more RULES really makes you a true child of the nanny state... have your hair done [or something else constructive] - a little cold water on your head can only be beneficial.... |
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Post by moll on Jun 3, 2005 20:15:06 GMT -5
And no one knows where the night is going And no one knows why the wine is flowing O love, I need you... (23) The Guests - Leonard Cohen Red, red wine Stay close to me Don`t let me be alone It`s tearin` apart My blue, blue heart Ub40 |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
Posts: 792
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Post by Pooka on Jun 6, 2005 13:37:53 GMT -5
Alright. Mew-ving right along, again... Red, red wine Stay close to me Don't let me be alone It's tearin' apart My blue, blue heart Ub40
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet"Strawberry Wine" (Deanna Carter)
WORD COUNT: 18  |
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Post by Luxury Yacht on Jun 7, 2005 19:01:42 GMT -5
Alright. Mew-ving right along, again... Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet"Strawberry Wine" (Deanna Carter)
WORD COUNT: 18 I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens WORD COUNT: 13 |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
Posts: 792
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Post by Pooka on Jun 7, 2005 23:48:44 GMT -5
I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens WORD COUNT: 13
She had some trouble with herself"She Will Be Loved" ~ Maroon 5
WORD COUNT: 11 |
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Post by Luxury Yacht on Jun 12, 2005 12:39:45 GMT -5
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself"She Will Be Loved" ~ Maroon 5
WORD COUNT: 11 I was looking for trouble to tangle my line [Richard Thompson - The Poor Ditching Boy] Word count = 9 |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
Posts: 792
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Post by Pooka on Jun 13, 2005 7:43:56 GMT -5
He's looking for trouble day by day ...
("Crazy Cat" by Halloween)
WORD COUNT: 7
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Crusoe
Islander
It's...
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Post by Crusoe on Jun 13, 2005 9:37:04 GMT -5
I’m just looking for another girl
”A New England” – Billy Bragg
Word count – 6 (just)
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Post by Luxury Yacht on Jun 13, 2005 16:55:20 GMT -5
Another girl, another planet
The Only Ones - er, guess
Word count = 4!
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Crusoe
Islander
It's...
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Post by Crusoe on Jun 14, 2005 8:15:33 GMT -5
One to another
The Charlatans
Word count = 3
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
Posts: 792
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Post by Pooka on Jun 18, 2005 2:36:48 GMT -5
one way or another . . . (Blondie)Alright... someone please start a new limbo stick. 
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Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
Posts: 625
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Post by Benbow on Jun 18, 2005 5:57:41 GMT -5
We're drinking and we're dancing,
but there's nothing really happening.
The place is dead as heaven on a Saturday night.
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling, gets me laughing,
she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight.
'Closing Time' - Leonard Cohen
Count : 39
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Crusoe
Islander
It's...
Posts: 705
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Post by Crusoe on Jun 18, 2005 6:53:02 GMT -5
We like driving on a Saturday night,
Past the Leisure Centre,
Left at the lights
We don't look for trouble
But if it comes we don't run.
Looking out for trouble
Is what we call fun
“Joyriders” – Pulp
Word count = 36
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