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I can dream too..
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:26:04 pm)

Chewing Wax:
The King!
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:27:48 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Nice Dylan discussion over there in the BSDR. Who do you think that is?
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:33:46 pm)

the king:
Yes it is I, missing earthly food, drink and pills...but the song remains the same. Greeting Wax, and a hubba hubba hubba.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:34:08 pm)

the king:
That's why i'm here..to solve they mystery, the penalty shall be high.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:35:42 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I have no idea. Hey. Sing "I Can't Help Falling in Love with You".
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:37:21 pm)

the king:
If i had more time i would. gotta go buy a dylan album. chow.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:43:25 pm)

Chewing Wax:
You dah man King. Don't buy any crappy ones.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:46:59 pm)

The King:

 Fifteen men on a dead man's chest                    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.Drink and the devil had done for the restYo ho ho ...The mate was fixed by the bosun's pikeThe bosun brained with a marlinspikeAnd cookey's throat was marked belikeIt had beed gripped by fingers ten;And there they lay, all good dead menLike break o'day in a boozing kenYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of the whole ship's listYo ho ho ...Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!Yo ho ho ...The skipper lay with his nob in goreWhere the scullion's axe his cheek had shoreAnd the scullion he was stabbed times fourAnd there they lay, and the soggy skiesDripped down in up-staring eyesIn murk sunset and foul sunriseYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of 'em stiff and starkYo ho ho ...Ten of the crew had the murder mark!Yo ho ho ...'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of leadOr a yawing hole in a battered headAnd the scuppers' glut with a rotting redAnd there they lay, aye, damn my eyesLookin' up a paradiseAll souls bound just contrawiseYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of 'em good and trueYo ho ho ...Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with ole PewYo ho ho ...There was chest on chest of Spanish goldWith a ton of plate in the middle holdAnd the cabins riot of stuff untold,And they lay there that took the plumWith sightless glare and their lips struck dumbWhile we shared all by the rule of thumbYo ho ho ...More was seen through a sternlight screenYo ho ho ...Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho ...'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cotWith a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spotAnd the lace stiff dry in a purplish blotOh was she wench or some shudderin' maidThat dared the knife and took the bladeBy God! she had stuff for a plucky jadeYo ho ho ...Fifteen men on a dead man's chestYo ho ho ...Drink and the devil had done for the restYo ho ho ..We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tightWith twice ten turns of a hawser's bightAnd we heaved 'em over and out of sight,With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and fare-you-wellAnd a sudden plunge in the sullen swellTen fanthoms deep on a road to hell,Yo ho ho and the bottle of rum!

(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:50:31 pm)

The King:
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.Drink and the devil had done for the restYo ho ho ...The mate was fixed by the bosun's pikeThe bosun brained with a marlinspikeAnd cookey's throat was marked belikeIt had beed gripped by fingers ten;And there they lay, all good dead menLike break o'day in a boozing kenYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of the whole ship's listYo ho ho ...Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!Yo ho ho ...The skipper lay with his nob in goreWhere the scullion's axe his cheek had shoreAnd the scullion he was stabbed times fourAnd there they lay, and the soggy skiesDripped down in up-staring eyesIn murk sunset and foul sunriseYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of 'em stiff and starkYo ho ho ...Ten of the crew had the murder mark!Yo ho ho ...'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of leadOr a yawing hole in a battered headAnd the scuppers' glut with a rotting redAnd there they lay, aye, damn my eyesLookin' up a paradiseAll souls bound just contrawiseYo ho ho ...Fifteen men of 'em good and trueYo ho ho ...Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with ole PewYo ho ho ...There was chest on chest of Spanish goldWith a ton of plate in the middle holdAnd the cabins riot of stuff untold,And they lay there that took the plumWith sightless glare and their lips struck dumbWhile we shared all by the rule of thumbYo ho ho ...More was seen through a sternlight screenYo ho ho ...Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho ...'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cotWith a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spotAnd the lace stiff dry in a purplish blotOh was she wench or some shudderin' maidThat dared the knife and took the bladeBy God! she had stuff for a plucky jadeYo ho ho ...Fifteen men on a dead man's chestYo ho ho ...Drink and the devil had done for the restYo ho ho ..We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tightWith twice ten turns of a hawser's bightAnd we heaved 'em over and out of sight,With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and fare-you-wellAnd a sudden plunge in the sullen swellTen fanthoms deep on a road to hell,Yo ho ho and the bottle of rum!

(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:51:05 pm)

The King:


Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 3:55:45 pm)

The King:

I've seriously fucked things up. Thank you. Thank you very much.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:01:14 pm)

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(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:04:34 pm)

Chewing Wax:
and now they're both rotting in hell. That's irony for yah.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:11:06 pm)

Dr GB:
Elvis is in hell?
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:56:01 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Come on GB. You know he is. He died on the toilet from an overdose. That's seventeenth on the list.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:57:36 pm)

Chewing Wax:
And he ran a string of underage male prostitute houses.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 4:59:14 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I'm off. Goodnight.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 5:01:32 pm)

Dr GB:
Oh yeah. I still think of him in his youngster on a beach in shorts stage. Not his bloated dead on a toilet stage. Ah. Happy days. Bye Wax. See you tomorrow.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 5:03:10 pm)

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(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 5:23:09 pm)

Myk Murphy:
hello folks. what exactly did i miss? not sure.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 6:16:24 pm)

Chewing Wax:
You missed nothing at all. I missed you. Where the hell were you? This place was dead without your drunken antics.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 7:12:03 pm)

Myk Murphy:
i appreciate your sentiment on the matter. i was off discovering how damn near impossible it is to install stereo equipment in my new vehicle. a cruel twist of fate. i may actually have to pay professionals to install stuff into my car, which offends me, since i do this sort of thing.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 7:45:46 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I hear yah bud. It's a brave new world. Professionals are taking over the whole place. I'm even thinking of having someone come in and install a new boiler pump for my auxilary furnace.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 7:53:33 pm)

Chewing Wax:
The beauty is you can sue the hell out of them when they fuck it up. That's my plan anyhow.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 7:54:45 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I'm watching my tapes of Pole to Pole with Michael Palin. Amazing. And I ordered "Help" on DVD. You're a failure aren't you scientist.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 7:58:15 pm)

Myk Murphy:
i didn't know you were a beatles fan. do you have yellow submarine yet? well, i'm off to bed. this long weekend was quite nice, but not especially restful.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:15:24 pm)

Heruka:
Elvis is God. Elvis is in all things. Living or otherwise. And as for Nixon. What an you say about the greatest president of the twentieth century?
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:22:53 pm)

Heruka:
I think I've successfully drank/slept my depreesion away. Remember kids, there are times when its completely accepablte to drink till you pass out.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:25:41 pm)

Heruka:
But I'm trying sohard just to tell you its now and I'm going to keep on tryin to tear it all away...
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:31:31 pm)

Heruka:
See the suns which blind the menBurnt away so long before our timeNow their warmth is forgotten and gone
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:42:40 pm)

theo:
Well, well...well..anyone here?? Is that breathing i hear?
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 10:56:06 pm)

Heruka:
No. Can't be me. I'm dead.
(Mon Jan 17, 2000 - 11:03:20 pm)