Chaotic Tidal Impulse Disrupter Flare-ups
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The Chaos of Love I
Took my troubles Down to Madame Ruth (And drink it down) You know that gypsy With the gold-capped tooth She’s got a storefront At Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine Love potion number nine I told her that I Was a flop with chicks I’ve been that way Since 1966 She looked at my palm And she made a magic sign She said, what you need is Love potion number nine Love potion number nine She bent down and turned Around and gave me a wink She said, I’m gonna mix it up Right here in the sink It smelled like turpentine And looked like Indian ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes I took a drink I didn’t know if It was day or night I started kissing Everything in sight.
- Love Potion Number Nine, The Coasters -
Homage to Steven Weinberg I of V
Ain’t he a genius? The boy’s become a star And he smiles upon the faces Who wish they could go far Not long ago they criticized The genius only wrote And now they listen spellbound With lumps caught in their throats His virtue was sheer poverty His vice was reading plays While other children starved and fought He learned just what to say Through tension and confessionHe beat the monster down Then surfaced in society no longer underground.
- Ain’t He A Genuis?, Jimmy Buffet