Damn, I hate when I have ideas but the don't fully coalesce for me right off the bat. Instead they ride around in my head just bugging the hell out of me... :headwall: :headwall: :headwall:

I read the title and for some reason I thought of the Billy Paul classic "Me and Mrs. Jones". hehe Thought you were telling someone about an affair. :P

That said, yeah, I hate it when ideas remain half-baked and you can't get the oven working.

:ph34r: When the revolution comes, people who do not recognize the works of Bob Dylan will be sent to reeducation camps ... :ph34r:

Can I opt for death instead

Stone me!!!!





I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful


So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."