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