here comes the people in gray
to take me away

Wonderboy thanks to No.: 44 !

yeah, wonderboy, me too ..
what a catchy song

always think back to Ray's description of writing the lyrics in Xray.. alone in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka, if i remember correctly..
It's a wonderful song

If that were me alone in the Kitchen with a bottle of Vodka, I'd be writing Mistfits

Demolition -- no idea why that's in my brain today. Must be a message from my subconscious.

He hasn't got a garden but he's got a lovely patio...maybe it's that line Holly!?
Oh how I love to hear that demolition sound of concrete crashing to the ground...

Right now This Man He weeps tonight is going through my head, that and Lincoln County, and Act Nice and Gentle.

Mr. Churchill Said

Would you settle for Hay Fever?
Now there's the next Big Advertising endorsement for Ray for over the counter or presecription allergy mediacation !!! Ray I want 25% of the cut from this since I thought of it !

MOUNTAIN WOMAN!
The last song I listened to before the buss rolled up to the concentration camp..

No, I think it's more "Then we'll build a row of identical boxes And sell them all off at treble the profits...The deeds are in my pocket, I've got a contract in my hand, an opportunity for luxury living." All this talk about Ray making millions from the lucrative advertising deals somehow made me think of how gleefully he sang these lyrics.


No matter. I have moved on, and today I am in my "Shangri-La."

skin and bone

Im stuck on Wonderboy the song in my head is in repetition mode

Dream alone, don't sigh, don't groan
Life is only what you wonder.
Day is as light as your brigh-*test*-('") dreams,
Night is as dark as you feel it ought to be.
Time is as fast as the slowest thing,
Life is only...

Wonder boy,
Wonder boy.
Everybody is looking for the sun.
People strain their eyes to see,
But I see you and you see me,
And ain't that wonder?

Wonder boy, some mother's son,
Life is full of work and plunder[blunder?].
Easy go, life is not real,
Life is only what you conjure.

down all the days

I'm between Mr. Pleasant and Is There Life After Breakfast.

bright lights