| 24th October 2007 08:08 AM |
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| FotiniD |
It doesn't get any more "Rock God"-esque than that baby....
Still bad after all these years. Got to love him  |
| 24th October 2007 08:12 AM |
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| BONOISLOVE |
It is great! But why is he asleep? |
| 24th October 2007 10:13 AM |
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| Mel Belli |
Homeless chic. |
| 24th October 2007 04:06 PM |
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| Mr Jurkka |
I just noticed that the E-string is gone. |
| 24th October 2007 04:10 PM |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
quote:
Mr Jurkka wrote:
I just noticed that the E-string is gone.
I noticed his ears on the first glance this AM. |
| 24th October 2007 04:18 PM |
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| VoodooChileInWOnderl |
IN fact is not "Today's Header" as this is the second today and will change it right now to post something for Bill Wyman
Remembering the Tour - show by show marathon
Angel Stadium of Anaheim - Anaheim, CA - 4th November 2005
© and thanks Fernando Aceves
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| 25th October 2007 07:56 AM |
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| Navin |
Dead Man, Dead Man
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine,
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
It's makin' me feel so sad.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair.
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
What are you tryin' to prove?
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin,
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in,
The race of the engine that overrules your heart,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
Pretending that you're so smart.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
What are you tryin' to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you're wearin', the flower in your lapel,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
You wanna take me down to hell.
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes. |
| 25th October 2007 10:29 AM |
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| Saint Sway |
looking at that pic... all I can think is... how the hell can he play any notes with those gnarly fingers?? |
| 25th October 2007 10:30 AM |
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| Mel Belli |
quote:
Saint Sway wrote:
looking at that pic... all I can think is... how the hell can he play any notes with those gnarly fingers??
The answer is, Barely. |
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