Led Zeppelin and Evil Knievil

[Traps]

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Hope you get as much of a laugh reading it as I got writing it.

[Parihaka]

Wanna whole lotta love
da chum da chum
Wanna whole lotta love
da chum da chum


never mind Traps, when your master plan fails and you end up drooling into your soup, I'll swing by once a year, stick an Ipod loaded with Led Zeppelin and T-Rex songs on your head and take you for a ride in the sidecar of whatever the future version of a Triumph TT is.

[Dreadnought]

Ah my era.

Old..certainly not. Older maybe and certainly much wiser.
Suite....Only special occassions.

Two American/British Icons of the twentieth century....DEFINATELY!

[Traps]

I'm 47 and you don't see me looking like Charlie Manson on crack.

[Parihaka]

I'm 47 and you don't see me looking like Charlie Manson on crack.

I'm 47, ride a motorbike (since I was 15 and still wear the same leather jacket) look like a thug and am almost entirely disreputable.

My future plans are spending the next 16 years giving my wee nippers a safe home, after which me and her indoors will travel through Europe and Asia for the next 10 or 20 years, after which we'll settle down in a comfortable house with a large shed.
Her indoors will live in the house, I'll live and work in the shed at the bottom of the garden and once a week I'll clean myself up, get some flowers from the garden, knock on the door and invite her out on a date.

Enjoy the retirement home.

[Parihaka]

Oh, and Evil Knievel, R.I.P.

[Traps]

Pari you ol' devil you!

Bet your missus has to keep a careful eye out!

Shout ya on the morrow - bed time!

[S-2]

Saw the lads in the summer of 1973 during the HOUSES OF THE HOLY tour. Great show and a great band (I think. Sorta hard to recall now. )

Traps, your demise should be accompanied by Little Feat's "Old Folks' Boogie".

Just remember, "...and with the right medication, you won't be lazy...".

Sign the amendments. An "X" should suffice in court. You won't really care.

[dave lukins]

I'm 47 and you don't see me looking like Charlie Manson on crack.

Mike, I'm 58 ride a Honda 600F listen to Led Zeppelin and Cream. Life is for (the) living. I'm with Pari on this, I'd like to travel across Europe and the States on the Bike for a few years. Then settle down and let the kids and grandkids look after me. So, sell your keyboard, buy a bike and get out and enjoy yourself..You're a long time dead!!

[sappersgt]

Saw the lads in the summer of 1973 during the HOUSES OF THE HOLY tour. Great show and a great band (I think. Sorta hard to recall now. )

Traps, your demise should be accompanied by Little Feat's "Old Folks' Boogie".

Just remember, "...and with the right medication, you won't be lazy...".

Sign the amendments. An "X" should suffice in court. You won't really care.

Ah yes, Led Zepplin at the Coliseum. To quote some Edgar Winter lyrics, "I don't know how we got there or how we got home but we all had a really good time.

I am feeling kinda old today. That's my own fault for playing volleyball from 6:30 till 10:00 last night. I'll probably do it again tonite and complain even worse tomorrow!

All that talk about Little Feat has got this stuck in my mind,

...Oh but boy do i remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name...

[Gun Grape]

Hummm, This discussion reminds me of something Ian Anderson wrote once.
(Since we are quoting lyrics)

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Sounds like there are a few around here like this

[Officer of Engineers]

You have to be our age to enjoy Zep. We can just barely hear it.

[Southie]

I remember the many times I tried to master "Stairway to Heaven" on my flute. That was when I was 18. I'm 47 and just the other day I tried again. Oh well...in another 20 years or more I'll try again!

[Traps]

The only time you use Led Zeppelin is as background music before sex.

If your foreplay banter is so inane it would sterilise a bunny on heat it's best to have the volumn at full blast.

[Dreadnought]

I'm 47 and you don't see me looking like Charlie Manson on crack.

Have you ever seen some of your closest uptight friends on a bad day?