Speakin' of 88's... Midnight Oil
Minutes to Midnight Everybody say God is a good man Ah, clock on the world Driving a dump truck up to the sun A sigh in the human heart I look at the clock on the wall It says three minutes to midnight Faith is blind when we're so near Phar lap floating in a jar Seas full of submarines, a.w.a.c.'s like flies Truth gets harder to define Talking in tongues But the dancer's hand grips the rail And fingers will blister on the 88's Hope drains out of the side of the page But ear's can't hear What eyes don't see And you can't see me Everybody say God is a good man Everybody say 1,2,3 Set up those gunsights in h.g. wells backyard I.c.b.m's, s.s.20's they lie so dormant they got so many Remember your childhood Remember the journey Hope is what you say and do (moginie/garrett) Bert New Watkinsville, Georgia Proudly Serving You Since 1964! " Find some field phone wire, it will survive a direct hit from an "88"" I haven't heard a reference to an "88" since my dad used to say that the "88" turned more GI's towards prayer than did all the U.S. Army chaplains combined. <g> 73, Gil NN4CW _________________________________________________________________ Experience the magic of the holidays. Talk to Santa on Messenger. http://clk.atdmt.com/MSN/go/msnnkwme0080000001msn/direct/01/?href=http://imagine-windowslive.com/minisites/santabot/default.aspx?locale=en-us _______________________________________________ IRCA mailing list IRCA@hard-core-dx.com http://montreal.kotalampi.com/mailman/listinfo/irca Opinions expressed in messages on this mailing list are those of the original contributors and do not necessarily reflect the opinion of the IRCA, its editors, publishing staff, or officers For more information: http://www.ircaonline.org To Post a message: irca@hard-core-dx.com