BeatDragon
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 8:58:00 AM
From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain

We were drinking beauty with our eyes

We were given all to make our own

Let us be left alone

Laid the tasks and paid the price

Everything survives

Crushed and bolted all the g

At every wind what a stake we're in

Is pain better than the grave

When we talk without amend

We see red and then

Deep inside our blood begins to boil

Like a tiger in the cage

We begin to shake with rage

RICKAMAVEN
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 9:00:00 AM
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BeatDragon
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 9:01:00 AM
Well put..
johnfs
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 9:33:00 AM
The Beast
bassdude
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 10:42:00 AM
the rage.

have not listened to British Steel in a while

BeatDragon
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 12:37:00 PM
Love that tune..

Just could be my favorite Priest tune

Charlie
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 1:15:00 PM
Damn, I didn't know Priest Holmes was also a recording artist?!? :):):)

Charlie

BeatDragon
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 1:20:00 PM
FOR CRYIING OUTLOUD CHARLIE!

Football is over... OVER. NO MORE CHIEFS CRAP!!!!

AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pitchers and catchers soon....WOOOHOOOO!!!!

Charlie
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 1:25:00 PM
Now, on that we can agree.....baseball is back!

Charlie

RICKAMAVEN
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 1:35:00 PM
Charlie

baeball died oct 4 1955. RIP

Charlie
Wednesday, February 8, 2006 4:28:00 PM
Brooklyn looses The Dodgers!

Charlie