JonR
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Saturday, February 19, 2005 9:35:00 AM

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year, Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ, Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate, Washed his hands and sealed his fate

CHORUS: Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg, When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank, Held a general's rank, When the Blitzkrieg raged, And the bodies stank

CHORUS

I watched with glee, While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades, For the Gods they made

I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?"

When after all, It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadors, Who get killed before they reached Bombay

CHORUS

Just as every cop is a criminal, And all the sinners Saints

As heads is tails, Just call me Lucifer, 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me, Have some courtesy, Have some sympathy, and some taste

Use all your well-learned politesse, Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

CHORUS

Woo, who, Oh yeah, get on down, Oh yeah, Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, baby guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell you one time, you're to blame

Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who

What's my name

Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who,

BornADuck
Saturday, February 19, 2005 9:45:00 AM
you little devil you
Charlie
Saturday, February 19, 2005 9:47:00 AM
My all time Rolling Stones favorite song!

Charlie

Wyteyes
Saturday, February 19, 2005 10:05:00 AM

DUST TO DUST, THE MORTAL DIES

Dust to dust, the mortal dies,

Both the foolish and the wise;

None forever can remain,

Each must leave his hoarded gain.

Yet within their heart they say

That their houses are for aye,

That their dwelling places grand

Shall for generations stand.

To their lands they give their name

In the hope of lasting fame,

But man’s honor quickly flies,

Like the lowly beast he dies.

Though such folly mark their way,

Men approve of what they say;

Death their shepherd, they the sheep,

He within his fold will keep.

O’er them soon shall rule the just,

All their beauty turn to dust;

God my waiting soul shall save,

He will raise me from the grave.

Let no fear disturb your peace

Though one’s house and wealth increase;

Death shall end his fleeting day,

He shall carry naught away.

Though in life he wealth attained,

Though the praise of men he gained,

He shall join those gone before,

Where the light shall shine no more.

Crowned with honor though he be,

Highly gifted, strong and free,

If he be not truly wise,

Man is like the beast that dies.

JonR
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Saturday, February 19, 2005 10:13:00 AM
Yo Wyteyes:

Paraphrase of Psalm 49; author unknown.

JonR

Wyteyes
Saturday, February 19, 2005 10:22:00 AM
“Wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.” Psalm 49:10

Amazing how song writers can set forth ideas with such clarity of thought. I thought these lyrics were quite a balance to your posting.

John