Tim Good and I have been tossing emails at each other for a few years now and I've saved a few..Sometimes they'll have a little song attached-- Here's a couple to enjoy...

Feel Like Makin' Planes
Green Company

Green Fiends When I think about us I think about planes
Chipper Can't live without ya And your planes
Since I got those Golden Racers from our yesterday
When I print them It's like Heaven
The ink is dryin' dryin' dryin' all the way

CHORUS:
Feel like makin' Feel like makin' planes
Feel like makin' planes Feel like makin' planes
I feel like makin' planes with you

Maybe If you think about it It's all about love
Mod'lin' If I had to live without it I live without love
And when we have the time to play We all build them
We would build them both night and day It's satisfying--

CHORUS:

SOLO

And when we get the promised bombers of our yesterdays
We'll be sittin' In our Heaven
As they're dryin' dryin' dryin' all the way

CHORUS: (4 TIMES)

Born To Be Mild
Stepin (you know what)

Got their RV running
Headin' for the highway
Lookin' for a cool spot
By some Oregon blue bay

And, by God, he's gonna make it happen
Take the world to a paper place
Print all of his planes at once then,
Expand into space

He likes drinkin' nightly
Baked beans make him rumble
When he's got the wind
Annie's duckin' for some cover

Like a true 'Zona child
He was born, born to be mild
When the temp's too high
He doesn't want to fry
Born to be mild

New York Minute, September 11, 2001

Thousands got up
Expecting to come back
Went down to the office
But they never made it back
They found some pieces
Scattered somewhere in the wreck
And they won't be with their loved ones in the morning

They all had homes
The love of a mate
The innocent lose sometimes
In the name of hate
This day we've crossed the line
And it's too much for this world
But for them it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things are getting pretty strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to wail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a New York Minute
Everything will change
In a New York Minute
Things have gotten very strange
In a New York Minute
Everything will change
In a New York Minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take some good advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The dust was falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left their mark,
"Baby, I miss you. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when they were here
But now it's time we gather together
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a New York Minute
Everything has changed
In a New York Minute
You can't forget the pain
In a New York Minute
Everything has changed
In a New York Minute

YET MORE gems from Tim


Another special pal , Pierre sent this one...

There once was a man named Chip,
Whose card models sell at a pretty good clip
For his models are downloaded
And not plastic molded
And I for one think that's pretty hip.

Pierre Fontaine
Illustration/Animation/Paper Models
http://paperforge.homestead.com/homepage.html


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