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I Don't Speak Latin

Friday, December 10, 2004

House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drugged up

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

mm mm mm.....
The Animals

Nadia typed "House of the Rising Sun" at 10:08 p.m. |

  Anonymous Anonymous | 12:18 a.m.
Excuse me NADIA, You put this site on my favourites list, and I scroll, I see people's names, I see you're faculty mates' names, I see your cat's name, You're family's names, you're neighbours names, and what am I. Nadia. WHAT AM I TO YOU?? *sniff do I not exist? I have a heart too! and feelings! Now, I would appreciate it if you could my measly existence into your Oh so fabulously busy life! Thank you!

P.S. if you don't know who this is, LOOK NEXT DOOR! or have you forgotten about me!

Love, Your roomate