2007-05-28 05:20:44 · 55 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
i'm giving you ten...see them? **********
2007-05-28 05:24:42 · answer #1 · answered by J Booty 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Star number 41
2007-05-28 08:12:11 · answer #2 · answered by phantom stranger 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
death
2007-05-28 05:23:19 · answer #3 · answered by Jezabel the annoyed cat 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
trade you, 2 points for a star
2007-05-31 11:55:43 · answer #4 · answered by Raistlin 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Have a star, if you want death: you can get that from my ex wife,
2007-05-28 05:24:43 · answer #5 · answered by ? 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Okay you got a star from me.
Now how bout 2 points?
Better yet, 10 points
2007-05-28 06:16:17 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well okay, I was going to give you this change but if its stars you want, then so be it.
2007-05-28 05:29:50 · answer #7 · answered by Closed 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Stars, pants and sausage, thats all a man really needs.
2007-05-28 05:26:29 · answer #8 · answered by ? 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I will give you a star and the lyrics to one of the most beautiful songs ever written. Seems like you and vincent have a lot in common. (the grey beard, the madness and longing for death) Perhaps you can relate to it!
Don McLean - Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
"Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... "
Hope you enjoyed that!
2007-05-28 05:36:31 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
I prefer more good answers over stars. -there you go, a star.
2007-05-28 05:24:03 · answer #10 · answered by strange-artist 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Here you go, old timer. If only fleas could give stars you'd have your own galaxy by now.
2007-05-28 05:37:23 · answer #11 · answered by Dolores & the prune 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋