Echo & the Bunnymen & Glasvegas @ Radio City, NYC -

[electrabunny]

Where do you guys get your crack? I think I need it too!

[JackT]

How the Grinch Stole Christmas
By Dr. Seuss

Every Whom Down in Whomville Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,Whom lived just north of Whomville, Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whoms,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Whom down in Whomville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Whom girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Whoms, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Whom-pudding, and rare Whom-roast beast.
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Whom down in Whomville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whoms would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of this Whom ChristmasSing,
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The Grinch looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Whoms Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whoms were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Whom stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whoms' feast!
He took the Whom-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Whom-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Whom!
Little Cindy-Lou Whom, Whom was not more than two.
The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Whom daughter,
Whom'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,”
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when CindyLou Whom went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Whoms' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whoms' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn... All the Whoms, still a-bed,
All the Whoms, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"PoohPooh to the Whoms!" he was grinchishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!"
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Whoms down in Whomville will all cry BooHoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Whomville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Whom down in Whomville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in Whomville they say,
That the Grinch's small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

[Epsilon]

JT, are you back on the Ambien. If not, do so immediately.

Gosh, the holidays are right around the corner. Wasn't it just Memorial Day, ha?

[JackT]

JT, are you back on the Ambien. If not, do so immediately.

ha ha if I took that at work they would find me slumped over my keyboard. That stuff is scary.

[zabird]

Where do you guys get your crack? I think I need it too!

Yes! Please! Pass it this way, but only if it's the Whom brand

[Red]

How the Grinch Stole Christmas
By Dr. Seuss

Every Whom Down in Whomville Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,Whom lived just north of Whomville, Did NOT! !"

you guys are soooo bad! just whom do you think you are misquoting Dr Suess like that???

[moondance]

Whom Are You? - by The Whom

Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"II stretched back and I hiccoughed
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Well, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh, whom are you(Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh Tell me, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh Whom the fuck are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)

Whom are you?
ooh wa oo wa oo wa oo x11

Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
..............................etc

Holy hotcakes! I didn't even know that there were that many lyrics to that song by
The WHOM

[Epsilon]

You guys must stop. My colleagues keep asking me what I'm laughing about...

[withahip]

ps -- yes, i have met Pete (twice). .

I am up for all info on Pete. He always had a bit of a distant look about him - like he wasn't all there - off in another world. And he seems to have been, at the time of his death, the least interviewed of the band.

Seriously, I'll read this closer than the Enquirer. What did he say? How did he talk? What were his mannerisms like?

I'll hang up and listen.

[Red]

it was a long time ago........and was very brief, but he was so sweet. i had a copy of The Puppet, which was rare at that time, and i had everyone's signatures but Les' after Pete had just signed it, and he gave me his own Access All Areas pass to go and get Les' autograph!!! i still have it, too.

he was quiet. very nice. a little posher spoken than the other 3. but in a good way. just really sweet guy. he was with his g/f.

did you DL the interview i put up on that other thread? he speaks in that interview.

(mind you...the interview is mp3 only...you can't watch it. i know, that sucks, but i didn't own a VCR yet way back at that time)

[zabird]

I am up for all info on Pete. He always had a bit of a distant look about him - like he wasn't all there - off in another world. And he seems to have been, at the time of his death, the least interviewed of the band.

Seriously, I'll read this closer than the Enquirer. What did he say? How did he talk? What were his mannerisms like?

I'll hang up and listen.

I heard he was a really good kisser

[withahip]

I heard he was a really good kisser

I have felt some man love for that guy in quite a number of Corbon's pictures.

[black francis]

That whole Sex God episode was pretty out there. I'll pretty much hate all the people that left him out to dry in America forever.

Pete is my favorite drummer of all time. And there is no close second.

[zabird]

I have felt some man love for that guy in quite a number of Corbon's pictures.

I can see why you would -- he had a beautiful, expressive face. Such wide-eyed innocence, especially in the early years. I love the photos that were picked for the slide show.

[Kounelaki]

Oh Whom the fuck are you?

Thanks for the revisted classics Jack and Frank.