Happy New Year

[olyclimber]

But Im not looking for a love that will last

I know what I need and I need it fast

Yeah, theres one thing in common that we both share

Thats a need for for each other anytime, anywhere

 

[olyclimber]

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes

Maybe youre thinking of some other guy

But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right

Thats why you call me in the middle of the night

[denalidave]

That was our morning theme song one year on the north side of Denali, every morning right after the oatmeal ritual, all 3 of us would sing URGENT, URGENT, EMERGENCY, SO URGENT! Good ole Quaker Oats to get the constitional going. Ah, good times for sure. Froze our asses off though.

 

Happy New Year!

[TREETOAD]

Porter, you had me after But

[TREETOAD]

 

Well I woke up Sunday morning,

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,

An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

 

I'd smoked my brain the night before,

On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid,

Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street,

'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.

And it took me back to somethin',

That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cos there's something in a Sunday,

Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin',

Half as lonesome as the sound,

On the sleepin' city sidewalks:

Sunday mornin' comin' down.

 

In the park I saw a daddy,

With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school,

And listened to the song they were singin'.

Then I headed back for home,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.

And it echoed through the canyons,

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cos there's something in a Sunday,

Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin',

Half as lonesome as the sound,

On the sleepin' city sidewalks:

Sunday mornin' comin' down.

 

[builder206]

Dude, it's Tuesday. You need to cut back.

[Fairweather]

Is it now two thousand eight? Or twenty-o-eight?

[AlpineK]

Based on the classic movie Twenty One Twelve I'd go with Twenty-O-Eight.

[murraysovereign]

Yep, it's twenty-oh-eight. If a precedent is needed, think of the Norman Conquest in 1066. How many of you read that date as "one thousand sixty six" instead of "ten sixty six"? And later this century will see the one thousandth anniversary of 1066, which will be in 2066. Again, how many would read that date as "two thousand sixty six" instead of "twenty sixty six"?

 

 

"edited to add: And Happy New Year, everyone, however you care to pronounce it"

[TREETOAD]

twenty ought eight

[tvashtarkatena]

Don't hate; appreciate, in double oh eight.

[G-spotter]

Em Em Vee Aye Aye Aye

[TREETOAD]

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