Mike Posted June 6, 2007 Report Share Posted June 6, 2007 II was getting a bit long in posts...so... Here comes III Lovin' Every Minute of It I’m not man or machine I’m just something in between I’m all love, a dynamo So push the button and let me go Bridge: You want me to come alive Just flick the switch into overdrive You and me can let it be Ready-aim-fire Chorus: Touch that dial - turn me on Start me like a motor, make me run Lovin’ every minute of it Lovin’ every minute of it Turn that dial all the way Shoot me like a rocket into space Lovin’ every minute of it Lovin’ every minute of it Lovin’ every minute of it I got fun - you got deal You wanna drive then take the wheel You and me can let it be Ready-aim-fire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 6, 2007 Report Share Posted June 6, 2007 Suddenly I see - KT Tunstall Her face is a map of the world Is a map of the world You can see she's a beautiful girl She's a beautiful girl And everything around her is a silver pool of light The people who surround her feel the benefit of it It makes you calm She holds you captivated in her palm Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) This is what I wanna be Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) Why the hell it means so much to me I feel like walking the world Like walking the world You can hear she's a beautiful girl She's a beautiful girl She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember What you heard She likes to leave you hanging on her word Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) Suddenly I See Lyrics This is what I wanna be Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) Why the hell it means so much to me And she's taller than most And she's looking at me I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower A big strong tower She got the power to be The power to give The power to see Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) This is what I wanna be Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see) Why the hell it means so much to me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jenny Posted June 7, 2007 Report Share Posted June 7, 2007 ^ I love that song! Here's one I'm considering nominating for a Top Ten soon: A Girl Like You - The Smithereens I used to travel in the shadows And I never found the nerve to try and walk up to you But now I am a man and I know that there's no time to waste There's too much to lose Girl you say anything at all, and you know that you can call And I'll be right there for you First love, heartbreak, tough luck, big mistake What else can you do CHORUS I'll say anything you want to hear I'll see everything through I'll do anything I have to do Just to win the love of a girl like you, a girl like you People talk and people stare, tell them I don't really care This is the place I should be And if they think it's really straange for a girl like you To be in love with someone like me I wanna tell them all to go to hell That we're doing very well without them you see That's just the way it is and they will see I am yours and you are mine the way it should be CHORUS Now if I seem a little wild, there's no holding back I'm trying to get a message to you I won't take anything from anyone I won't walk and I won't run, I believe in you London, Washington, anywhere you are I'll run Together we'll be Inside, outside, got my pride I won't let him take you from me CHORUS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tenacious_Peaches Posted June 7, 2007 Report Share Posted June 7, 2007 ^ You've got my vote already, Jenny. I love that song! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 Boot It! (uses the tune of "Beat it". Richard Stallman wrote it in 2001.) When your computer doesn't do what you type, And half the screen is covered with a big white stripe, The vendor won't pay any mind to your gripe, So boot it. Just boot it. When you discover that a process won't die, If kill -9 won't work there's nothing else to try. Your jobs are dead meat, so kiss 'em goodbye And boot it. 50 hours of work, Just boot it, boot it. And if you can't boot it, shoot it! When you reboot it, work will be lost. It doesn't matter what this will cost. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. When all the characters are coming out weird, And won't come back right even when the screen is cleared, You can't fix such things by tugging your beard So boot it. Just boot it. If your computer still is running Windows, And every time it crashes your frustration grows. When the system's not free, you will always be hosed. Just boot it. Put a GNU system on, And boot it, boot it. Or put it in your horn, and toot it! It doesn't matter what was to blame. Till you reboot it, your machine's lame. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. It doesn't matter what you did wrong. Till you reboot it, your machine's gone. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. Just boot it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 “My Cubicle†Lyrics by: Morning Sidekick Performed by: Jym Britton Parody on “You’re Beautiful†by James Blunt My job is stupid my day’s a bore, Inside this office from eight to four Nothin’ ever happens my life is pretty bland, Pretending that I’m working, pray I don’t get canned. My Cubicle, My cubicle It’s One of Sixty two It’s my small space in a crowded place Just a six-by-six foot booth And I hate it that’s the truth Well, I give a sigh as the boss walks by, no one ever talks to me or looks me in the eye. And I really should work but instead I just sit here and surf the Internet. In My Cubicle, My cubicle It doesn’t have a view. It’s my small space in a crowded place I sit in solitude. And sometimes I sit here nude. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 Another One Rides The Bus by Al Yankovic Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard And the place was pretty packed Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand With the perverts in the back It was smellin' like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We're already packed in like sardines But we're stoppin' to pick up more Look out Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs There's an elbow in my ear There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me Hasn't showered in a year Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens I think my wallet's gone And I think this bus is stoppin' again To let a couple more freaks get on Look out Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus Yeah Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus, ow Another one rides the bus, hey, hey Another one rides the bus, hey The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke And my face is turnin' blue I haven't been in a crowd like this Since I went to see The Who Well, I should've got off a couple miles ago But I couldn't get to the door There isn't any room for me to breathe Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus No No Huh? Yeah Yeah (I know, I'm bored! I'll stop posting lyrics soon!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 Addicted To Spuds by Al Yankovic Potato skins, potato cakes Hash browns, and instant flakes Baked or boiled or french fried There's no kind you haven't tried You planned a trip to Idaho Just to watch potatoes grow I understand how you must feel I can't deny they've got appeal Whoah You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough You know, you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds Your greasy hands, your salty lips Looks like you found the chips Your belly aches, your teeth grind Some tator tots would blow your mind And you don't mind if they're not cooked You need your fix, I guess you're hooked And late at night you always dream Of bacon bits and sour cream Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah Whee, It's pretty obvoius to me you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Ooh yeah I'm givin' up, it'sjust no use Another case of spud abuse What can I say, what can I do Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat Now I'm gonna have to face it I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds (okay last one for today! I couldn't resist posting this, I love the song totally addicted to love, and i love potatos so! There you go!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Farin Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 ^ to all of those... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Posted June 8, 2007 Author Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 Get A Haircut I was a rebel from the day I left school, grew my hair long and broke all the rules I'd sit and listen to my records all day, with big ambitions of where I could play My parents taught me what life was about, so I grew up the type they warned me about They said my friends were just an unruly mob, and I should get a haircut and get a real job Get a haircut and get a real job, clean your act up and don't be a slob Get it together like your big brother bob, why don't you get a haircut and get a real job I even tried that 9 to 5 scene, I told myself that it was all a bad dream I found a band and some good songs to play, and now I party all night, I sleep all day I met this chick she was my No. 1 fan, she took me home to meet her mommy and dad They took one look at me and said, "Oh my god", get a haircut and get a real job Get a real job, why don't you get a real job Get a real job, why don't you get a real job I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band, the future's brighter now than I'd ever planned I'm ten times richer than my big brother bob, and he, he's got a haircut he's got a real job Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job I even tried that 9 to 5 scene Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 but I don't wanna cut my hair and get a job...BORING! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLizard Posted June 9, 2007 Report Share Posted June 9, 2007 I just watched Flags of Our Fathers (good movie) and it reminded me of this tragic Johnny Cash song. "The Ballad Of Ira Hayes"- Johnny Cash Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard; Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLizard Posted June 9, 2007 Report Share Posted June 9, 2007 "Canadian Idiot"- Weird Al Yankovic Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head? I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed They all live on donuts and moose meat And they leave the house without packin' heat Never even bring their guns to the mall And you know what else is too funny? Their stupid Monopoly money Can't take 'em seriously at all Well maple syrup and snow's what they export They treat curling just like it's a real sport They think their silly accent is so cute Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot Sure they got their national health care Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air Then again well they got Celine Dion Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni And dream of drivin' a Zamboni All over Saskatchewan Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius See the map, they're hoverin' right over us Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous Always hear the same kind of story Break their nose and they'll just say "sorry" Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite? It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin' So quick, before they see it comin' Time for a pre-emptive strike! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 9, 2007 Report Share Posted June 9, 2007 U2 - October October And the trees are stripped bare Of all they wear What do I care October And kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall But You go on And on Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skybluesky Posted June 9, 2007 Report Share Posted June 9, 2007 Suzi Quatro - Can The Can Well you call your mamma tiger And we all know you are lying And your boyfriend's name is eagle And he lives up in the sky (high high) Watch out the tiger don't go claw the eagle's eye But let the eagle take the tiger by surprise Scratch out her eyes So make a stand for your man, honey Try to can the can Put your man in the can, honey Get him while you can Can the can Can the can If you can Well can the can Well your sister's got the feline touch, she touches up your mind And your eagle lover likes his little bit of evil loving all the time Don't let the cat get into the eagle's nest at night Because the eagle could say "yes" without a fight Scratch out her eyes So make a stand for your man, honey Try to can the can Put your man in the can, honey Get him while you can Can the can Can the can If you can Well can the can Ooh can the can (Can the can honey) Ooh can the can (Can the can honey) Uh uh can the can (Can the can honey) Ooh can the can (Can the can honey) Ooh can the can (Can the can honey) Ooh can the can (Can the can honey) AAAAH! Honey, honey Honey, honey, honey Make a stand for your man, honey Try to can the can Put your man in the can, honey Get him while you can Can the can Can the can If you can Make a stand for your man, honey Try to can the can Put your man in the can, honey Get him while you can Can the can Can the can If you can AAh! Make a stand for your man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 10, 2007 Report Share Posted June 10, 2007 Michael Jackson - Earth Song What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things That you said we were to gain... What about killing fields Is there a time What about all the things That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop to notice All the blood we've shed before Did you ever stop to notice The crying Earth the weeping shores? Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah What have we done to the world Look what we've done What about all the peace That you pledge your only son... What about flowering fields Is there a time What about all the dreams That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop to notice All the children dead from war Did you ever stop to notice The crying Earth the weeping shores Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah I used to dream I used to glance beyond the stars Now I don't know where we are Although I know we've drifted far Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Hey, what about yesterday (What about us) What about the seas (What about us) The heavens are falling down (What about us) I can't even breathe (What about us) What about apathy (What about us) I need you (What about us) What about nature's worth (ooo, ooo) It's our planet's womb (What about us) What about animals (What about it) We've turned kingdoms to dust (What about us) What about elephants (What about us) Have we lost their trust (What about us) What about crying whales (What about us) We're ravaging the seas (What about us) What about forest trails (ooo, ooo) Burnt despite our pleas (What about us) What about the holy land (What about it) Torn apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying (What about us) Can't you hear them cry (What about us) Where did we go wrong (ooo, ooo) Someone tell me why (What about us) What about babies (What about it) What about the days (What about us) What about all their joy (What about us) What about the man (What about us) What about the crying man (What about us) What about Abraham (What was us) What about death again (ooo, ooo) Do we give a damn Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skybluesky Posted June 10, 2007 Report Share Posted June 10, 2007 Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah I heard there was a secret chord That david played and it pleased the lord But you don't really care for music, do you Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... . Baby i've been here before I've seen this room and i've walked this floor I used to live alone before i knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do you But remember when i moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was hallelujah Well, maybe there's a god above But all i've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you It's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 10, 2007 Report Share Posted June 10, 2007 Do you also like Jeff Buckley's version of this song??. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skybluesky Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 I prefer Rufus Wainwright's. Gis is the Jeff Buckely gal around here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skybluesky Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 Nico - These Days I've been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the chance to And I had a lover I don't think I'd risk another these days These days Now if I seem to be afraid To live the life that I have made in song It's just that I've been losing so long Well I'll keep on moving, moving on Things are bound to be improving These days One of these days These days I'll sit on cornerstones And count the time in quarter tones to 10 My friend Don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 David Bowie - Slow Burn Here shall we live in this terrible town Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them Tight like a fist And the walls shall have eyes And the doors shall have ears But we'll dance in the dark And they'll play with our lives Like a slow burn Leading us on and on and on Like a slow burn Turning us round and round and round But who are we So small in times such as these Slow Burn Slow Burn Oh, these are the days These are the strangest of all These are the nights These are the darkest to fall But who knows? Echoes in tenement halls Who knows? Though the years snare them all Like a Slow Burn Leading us on and on and on Like a Slow Burn Twirling us round and round and upside down There's fear overhead There's fear overground Slow Burn Slow Burn Like a Slow Burn Leading us on and on and on Like a Slow Burn Turning us round and round and round And here are we At the center of it all Slow Burn Slow Burn Slow Burn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Fish Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE - THE CURE I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday i don't care about you It's friday i'm in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn't even start It's friday i'm in love Saturday wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate... I don't care if Monday's black Tuesday Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back It's Friday i'm in love Monday you can hold your head Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed Or Thursday watch the walls instead It's Friday i'm in love Saturday wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate... Dressed up to the eyes It's a wonderful surprise To see your shoes and your spirits rise Throwing out your frown And just smiling at the sound And as sleek as a shriek Spinning round and round Always take a big bite It's such a gorgeous sight To see you in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It's friday I'm in love :bow:adoreadoreadoreadore:bow: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daslied Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah There's another verse that nobody has ever used, and I can't figure out why: "I did my best; it wasn't much I couldn't feel so I learned to touch. I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you. But even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the lord of song With nothing on my lips but hallelujah." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Floydaholic Posted June 11, 2007 Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 Nirvana - Lithium I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends. They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok. 'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors. Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care. And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god. Yeah yeah yeah yeah..... I'm so lonely. And that's ok. (alt: 'cause today ) I shaved my head. And I'm not sad, and just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard. And I'm not sure. I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet you there. And I don't care. I'm so horny. But that's ok. My will is good. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..... (Chorus) I like you. I'm not gonna crack. I miss you. I'm not gonna crack. I love you. I'm not gonna crack. I kill you. I'm not gonna crack. (x2) I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends. They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok. 'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors. Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care. And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god. Yeah yeah yeah yeah..... (Chorus).. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Posted June 11, 2007 Author Report Share Posted June 11, 2007 The Soft Parade - The Doors When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women Growing stones Carrying babies To the river Streets and shoes Avenues Leather riders Selling news The monk bought lunch Ha ha, he bought a little Yes, he did Woo! This is the best part of the trip This is the trip, the best part I really like What'd he say? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah The deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon Callin' on the dogs Callin' on the dogs Oh, it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs Callin' in the dogs Callin' all the dogs Callin' on the gods You gotta meet me Too late, baby Slay a few animals At the crossroads Too late All in the yard But it's gettin' harder By the crossroads You gotta meet me Oh, we're goin', we're goin great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Havin' a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Somethin' new Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're gonna ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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