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There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery

I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, i ain’t for takin’ won’t you ever learn

I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman, yes i have

She looked like a raver
But i could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you can’t go far
I couldn’t get her
But things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, you’re my star

I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman

Ooh, my soul, i love you

I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman, yes i have

She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and i glow with pride
I’m dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died

I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, i had a strange kind of woman, yeah

She was so fat
She was the worst thing you’ve ever seen

Ooh, my soul, i love you, baby

- hey, thank you, thank you.

From the Boss’s channel on YouTube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu73QurYLwM

Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Springsteen

A comedian rants about how much it sucks to play Pachelbel’s Canon in D on a cello. Recorded live at Penn State, this piece by comedian/musician Rob Paravonian has been a favorite on the Dr. Demento Show.

A great american poet…

I remember firelight
And a softness in the words
I remember laughter
I remember feelin’ sure
I remember long walks…
When all would be revealed
Tellin’ all our deepest secrets
Nothing was concealed

Walkin’ through the sunshine
Through the mornin’ dew
I remember me and you
On days, on days when the rain would come
Days, days when the rain would come

(I’m used to?) blue skies in winter
Flaming trees in fall
Magic golden summers
I think we had ‘em all
Out along the shoreline
Between the sea and sand
(Driving?) in the cool dark waters
Or walking hand in hand

Something really special
Something you could feel
Something you could count on that was real
On days, on days when the rain would come
Days, days, days when the rain would come

Something really special
Something you could feel
Something you could count on that was real
On days, days when the rain would come
Days, days, days when the rain would come
Oh, when the rain would come
Yeah, when the rain would come

Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_seger