From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #314 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Thursday, September 7 2000 Volume 03 : Number 314 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Blah de blah..me again [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2000 19:23:48 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: Blah de blah..me again Hey people...have any of you ever heard of Ani before? Well yah whatever..um I have been what maybe you would call majorly depressed lately or whatever..and this is just like the most awesome song to listen to when youre down..so, um just thought I would share. - -Sam done wrong ...Ani Difranco the wind is ruthless the trees shake angry fingers at the sky the people hunch their shoulders hold thier collars over their ears and run by it's a cold rain it's a hard rain like the kind you find in songs i guess that makes me the jerk with teh heartache here to sing to you about how i been done wrong i am sitting, watching out the window of the coffee show and i'm waiting, waiting waiting for it to let up i am rocking like a cradle warming my hands with the cup in between i am leaning over the table holding my face over the steam and before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow there's just a couple things i'd like to know like how could you do nothing and say, i'm doing my best how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest how could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plean and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed it just all slips away so slowly you don't even notice till you've lost a lot i've been like one of those zombies in vegas pouring quarters into a slot and now i'm tired and i am broke and i feel stupid and i feel used and i'm at the end of my little rope and i am swinging back and forth about you and before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow there's just a couple things i'd like to know like how could you do nothing and say, i'm doing my best how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest how could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plean and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #314 **********************************