OFF: Re: Dio, Maiden, etc.

[mike coleman]

the lyrics were posted in response to mary, NOT you, they are traceable to
"hump on your back" in a haphazzard fashion, please leave me out of your
blame or wrath, and I changed a few words only so as not to copyright
infringe on the good Aural Innovations site where they can be located...

On 9/25/08, Amphetamine Embalmer <superskrull666 at yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>
>  I'd rather listen to Simple Minds "Don't You Forget About Me" which is NP
> on my MP3 player. Next up is Sisters Of Mercy "No Time To Cry" - if it hadnt
> been for me we wouldnt have such songs that tell the greatest truths -
>
>  so tell me Mike Coleman: where are the lyrics you posted from? Its about
> what they are exploiting me and I  know its intentional harrassment.
>
> Christian the harrassed
> ----- Original Message ----
> From: mike coleman <insect.brain at GMAIL.COM>
> To: BOC-L at LISTSERV.ISPNETINC.NET
> Sent: Thursday, 25 September, 2008 16:02:11
> Subject: Re: OFF: Re: Dio, Maiden, etc.
>
> On 9/25/08, Mary Sullivan <maryann.sullivan1 at verizon.net> wrote:
> >
> > Hey Christian,Sounds like fun parties.  We don't get hash over here
> > anymore.  Don't worry, you'll come down, next week, haha, just kidding.
> I'll
> > bet you're straightened out now after a long sleep.  Next time you can
> give
> > the hash to me,, just kidding.  Take care.
> >
> > nanobot swarms on the wall
> > clocking all that you're saying
> > there's a bug in the hall
> > so there's no use in praying.
> > They've invaded your home.
> > They've invaded your privacy.
> > You thought you were alone
> > but there's always the microphone
> > listening in - before you begin
> > it's all on file.
> >
> > While you wait in the queue
> > hanging round in the foyer
> > there's a lens fixed on you
> > (no it's not paranoia.)
> > It's a steel toothed comb
> > like the ones used for head-lice tests.
> > You can tell by the tone:
> > hollow echoing on the phone.
> > It's all on tape -
> > your voice-print's wave shape.
> > It's stored on file.
> >
> > There's a sign on the door:
> > The Department of Secrets -
> > And in there there's yours,
> > all your hopes and your regrets.
> > They've invaded your home.
> > They've invaded your privacy.
> > You thought you were alone
> > but there's always the microphone
> > listening in - before you begin
> > it's all on file.
> >
> >
>
>
>