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    Repiglican Roast

    A spirited discussion of public policy and current issues

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    Location: The mouth of being

    I'm furious about my squandered nation.

    Monday, November 07, 2005

    Birthdays




    It's the 30th anniversary of the release of Patti Smith's Horses.
    This news makes me feel pretty well seasoned.

    I've been celebrating by listening to some of Horses and some of Wave.

    I've seen Patti 3 times. One of the shows I saw her do was the best rock show I've ever seen.

    Today is also Mary Travers' (Peter, Paul and Mary) birthday. Happy Birthday Mary. Happy Birthday Horses



    Revolutionary Rendition of Gloria
    Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
    meltin' in a pot of thieves
    wild card up my sleeve
    thick heart of stone
    my sins my own
    they belong to me, me

    people say 'beware!'
    but I don't care
    the words are just
    rules and regulations to me, me

    I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
    I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed
    and I go to this here party and I just get bored
    until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
    humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter
    oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
    and I got this crazy feeling and then I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine
    ooh I'll put my spell on her

    here she comes
    walkin' down the street
    here she comes
    comin' through my door
    here she comes
    crawlin' up my stair
    here she comes
    waltzin' through the hall
    in a pretty red dress
    and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
    and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine

    and then I hear this knockin' on my door
    hear this knockin' on my door
    and I look up into the big tower clock
    and say, 'oh my God here's midnight!'
    and my baby is walkin' through the door
    leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge
    and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine
    and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine

    and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name
    she whispered to me, she told me her name
    and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is G-L-O-R-I-A
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria

    I was at the stadium
    There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me
    Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth
    I didn't hear them I didn't see
    I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
    and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart
    going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
    ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
    counting the time, then you came to my room
    and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
    and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
    and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
    make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine

    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria

    and the tower bells chime, 'ding dong' they chime
    they're singing, 'Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.'

    Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A,
    Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A, G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
    G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria .

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