One song lyric.... keep it going
Friday, January 17, 2003 by JamMeister33 | Discussion: WinCustomize Talk
As time goes on,
I realize, just what you mean to me...
And now, now that you're near,
promise your love;
that I've waited to share..
and dreams, of our moments together,
Color my world with hope, of loving you.....
I realize, just what you mean to me...
And now, now that you're near,
promise your love;
that I've waited to share..
and dreams, of our moments together,
Color my world with hope, of loving you.....
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IPlural
Reply #142 Monday, January 20, 2003 11:38 PM
Reply #142 Monday, January 20, 2003 11:38 PM
Collective Soul - Crowded Head
All the words that I want to hear
Are distorted by your weaknesses and fear
And your lies that I push away
I might accept them on your good self pity day
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
And the peace that I really need
You substitute it for your policy of greed
Still your pride always suffocates
Any truth that your heart might want to make
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
With all your static
I can't distinguish between what's being said
I have no room for this
You see I'm living with a crowded head
And the path that I needed shown
You left me stranded in the darkness all alone
All the promises you fed to me
I'm now choking from their taste of cruelty
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
All the words that I want to hear
Are distorted by your weaknesses and fear
And your lies that I push away
I might accept them on your good self pity day
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
And the peace that I really need
You substitute it for your policy of greed
Still your pride always suffocates
Any truth that your heart might want to make
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
With all your static
I can't distinguish between what's being said
I have no room for this
You see I'm living with a crowded head
And the path that I needed shown
You left me stranded in the darkness all alone
All the promises you fed to me
I'm now choking from their taste of cruelty
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head
IPlural
Reply #143 Monday, January 20, 2003 11:43 PM
Reply #143 Monday, January 20, 2003 11:43 PM
PETER GABRIEL LYRICS - Games Without Frontiers
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
IPlural
Reply #145 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 12:02 AM
Reply #145 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 12:02 AM
I m sorry, one more 
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - Cover of the Rolling Stone
Well we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady
Name a Cocaine Katie
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Gonna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone ...
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - Cover of the Rolling Stone
Well we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady
Name a Cocaine Katie
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Gonna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone ...
Keila
Reply #146 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:35 AM
Reply #146 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:35 AM
Wow, though of it last night when it came on the radio and I cannot believe it had not been posted yet. 
So everybody get out your air guitars!
Keila has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's millionaire
We gotta install microwawve ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that ? Hawaiian noises ?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' get your chicks for free
Money for nothin' get chicks for free
Now wasn't that fun?
So everybody get out your air guitars!
Keila has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's millionaire
We gotta install microwawve ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that ? Hawaiian noises ?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' get your chicks for free
Money for nothin' get chicks for free
Now wasn't that fun?
Weaksid
Reply #147 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:39 AM
Reply #147 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:39 AM
Dire Straits (If spelled correctly) Money for nothing..
Plus you also got Weird Als Parody
Plus you also got Weird Als Parody
Keila
Reply #148 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:45 AM
Reply #148 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:45 AM
Good old Weird Al, I sat one time on Kazaa and ended up with 2 cd's. So many songs but have barely listened to them. " made a cool lable though" Did you ever hear Weenie in a bottle? If you want a good laugh check it out. 
Weaksid
Reply #149 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:52 AM
Reply #149 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 8:52 AM
Yep and a bunch more I have. I have all albums up to running with sissors plus his extras that been released
JamMeister33
Reply #150 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 10:06 AM
And though you try to
Justify the meaning
Of the note you sent this evening
To my door you're not
Deceiving me
Well, I'd have thought that
You'd have known much better
Sending 'round an unsigned letter
Facing me would be much
Better now.
It is just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?
And now I know my love
Is lost on you
And nothing you can say or do
Will turn my head around
I'd have thought you'd
Have decency
To come and tell the truth
To me
Instead of telling lies
Your eyes betray.
Is it just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
Way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?
Tell me to my face
You're leaving now.
Tell me to my face
That you're leaving now.
Reply #150 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 10:06 AM
And though you try to
Justify the meaning
Of the note you sent this evening
To my door you're not
Deceiving me
Well, I'd have thought that
You'd have known much better
Sending 'round an unsigned letter
Facing me would be much
Better now.
It is just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?
And now I know my love
Is lost on you
And nothing you can say or do
Will turn my head around
I'd have thought you'd
Have decency
To come and tell the truth
To me
Instead of telling lies
Your eyes betray.
Is it just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
Way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?
Tell me to my face
You're leaving now.
Tell me to my face
That you're leaving now.
IPlural
Reply #151 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:03 AM
Eric Burdon and the Animals
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them it's all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he'll stay behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you're never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage
in the words that he said
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
You're soldiers of God, you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell
In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
"Thou shalt not kill."
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
I've a Fender Dark Maple Acoustic
Reply #151 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:03 AM
Eric Burdon and the Animals
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them it's all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he'll stay behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you're never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage
in the words that he said
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
You're soldiers of God, you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell
In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
"Thou shalt not kill."
Sky pilot,
Sky pilot,
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
I've a Fender Dark Maple Acoustic
Keila
Reply #152 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:11 AM
Reply #152 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:11 AM
Keila has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.
That was just my pretend air guitar, I don't really have one.
That was just my pretend air guitar, I don't really have one.
IPlural
Reply #153 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:17 AM
Reply #153 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:17 AM
ahhh
That's cool
I remember the Air Guitar contests out at the beach here in Tampa Bay. Another reason to get sloppy drunk, laugh, play and party!
Beer, beach and bodies !!! I guess gorwing up here wasn't all bad
Oh and Battle of the Bands was always killer also, even better really because it was all weekend long.
That's cool
I remember the Air Guitar contests out at the beach here in Tampa Bay. Another reason to get sloppy drunk, laugh, play and party!
Beer, beach and bodies !!! I guess gorwing up here wasn't all bad
Oh and Battle of the Bands was always killer also, even better really because it was all weekend long.
JamMeister33
Reply #154 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 10:31 PM
Reply #154 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 10:31 PM
"So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
Wish you were here."
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
Wish you were here."
JamMeister33
Reply #155 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:15 PM
Reply #155 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:15 PM
"You won't burn
You won't bleed
Confess to me girl - Go down"
"Poor little thing
The blackbird,
Wings in the water - go down".
"What is it child?"
Bless me father, bless me father I have sinned....
"I question your innocence"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"She's a witch"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"Uh, Damn you woman!"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"What say you good people?"
(Guilty, Guilty, Guilty)
"I am responsible for your actions"
"Wake the Witch".
You won't bleed
Confess to me girl - Go down"
"Poor little thing
The blackbird,
Wings in the water - go down".
"What is it child?"
Bless me father, bless me father I have sinned....
"I question your innocence"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"She's a witch"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"Uh, Damn you woman!"
(Help this blackbird, there's a stone around my leg)
"What say you good people?"
(Guilty, Guilty, Guilty)
"I am responsible for your actions"
"Wake the Witch".
snarph
Reply #156 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:20 PM
Reply #156 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:20 PM
I was on my way down to Mexico,
there was trouble on the rise.
It was nothing more than I'd left behind,
which was much to my surprise.
I turned around and lit a cigarette
wiped the dust off of my boots.
When up ahead I saw the crowd,
I knew it was no use.
I'ts been the same way for Oh so long,
it looks like I'm singing the same old song.
A fine and fancy man was he,
doing good things for the poor.
Givin' rides in his rockin' Eighty-eight for free.*
They could not hope for more.
When it came my turn he said to me,
"Have I seen your face before?"
I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong,
I'm from a distant shore.
So if you don't mind, I'll just move along
but it looks like I'm singin' the same old song."
A Nineteen Forty movie star
with a long forgotten name.
She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,
still hangin' on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
and left a glass of wine at home.
She was singin' the same song that I was.
Could we both be wrong?
So hand in hand we walked along,
each of us singin' the same old song.
there was trouble on the rise.
It was nothing more than I'd left behind,
which was much to my surprise.
I turned around and lit a cigarette
wiped the dust off of my boots.
When up ahead I saw the crowd,
I knew it was no use.
I'ts been the same way for Oh so long,
it looks like I'm singing the same old song.
A fine and fancy man was he,
doing good things for the poor.
Givin' rides in his rockin' Eighty-eight for free.*
They could not hope for more.
When it came my turn he said to me,
"Have I seen your face before?"
I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong,
I'm from a distant shore.
So if you don't mind, I'll just move along
but it looks like I'm singin' the same old song."
A Nineteen Forty movie star
with a long forgotten name.
She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,
still hangin' on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
and left a glass of wine at home.
She was singin' the same song that I was.
Could we both be wrong?
So hand in hand we walked along,
each of us singin' the same old song.
snarph
Reply #157 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:40 PM
Reply #157 Tuesday, January 21, 2003 11:40 PM
She don't need anybody to tell her she's pretty.
She's heard it every single day of her life.
He's got to wonder what she sees in him
when there's so many others standing in line.
She gives herself to him,
but he's still on the outside.
She's alone in this world.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
She's shows up at his doorstep in the middle of the night.
Then she disappears for weeks at a time.
Just enough to keep him wanting more
But never is he satisfied.
And he's left to pick up the pieces
Wondering what does he do this for.
She's off in her own little world.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
He said, "Before I met her, I didn't love nothin'.
I could take and leave it - that was okay.
She brings out a want in me
for things I didn't even know that I need."
She does anything she wants any time she wants to
with anyone - you know she wants it all.
Still she gets all upset over the least little thing
Man, you hurt her, it makes you feel so small.
And she's a walking contradiction,
but I ache for her inside.
She's fragile like a string of pearls.
She's nobody's girl
She's fragile like a string of pearls.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
She's heard it every single day of her life.
He's got to wonder what she sees in him
when there's so many others standing in line.
She gives herself to him,
but he's still on the outside.
She's alone in this world.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
She's shows up at his doorstep in the middle of the night.
Then she disappears for weeks at a time.
Just enough to keep him wanting more
But never is he satisfied.
And he's left to pick up the pieces
Wondering what does he do this for.
She's off in her own little world.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
He said, "Before I met her, I didn't love nothin'.
I could take and leave it - that was okay.
She brings out a want in me
for things I didn't even know that I need."
She does anything she wants any time she wants to
with anyone - you know she wants it all.
Still she gets all upset over the least little thing
Man, you hurt her, it makes you feel so small.
And she's a walking contradiction,
but I ache for her inside.
She's fragile like a string of pearls.
She's nobody's girl
She's fragile like a string of pearls.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
She's nobody's girl.
Weaksid
Reply #158 Wednesday, January 22, 2003 12:47 AM
Reply #158 Wednesday, January 22, 2003 12:47 AM
#152 by Keila - 1/21/2003 11:11:06 AM
Keila has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.
That was just my pretend air guitar, I don't really have one.
Meatloaft uses that description in his one song off of the Album "Bat out of Hell, back into hell" Song "Wasted Youth"
Keila has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.
That was just my pretend air guitar, I don't really have one.
Meatloaft uses that description in his one song off of the Album "Bat out of Hell, back into hell" Song "Wasted Youth"
Weaksid
Reply #160 Wednesday, January 22, 2003 1:51 AM
Reply #160 Wednesday, January 22, 2003 1:51 AM
I prefer the real drums.. I used to play the snare drum in school. I was a band geek..
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Reply #141 Monday, January 20, 2003 9:26 PM
Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.
Didn't you love the things they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free.
Someday soon, it's gonna be
One day.
Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin'
Up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.