3.16.2003

This is was fun...making conversation using U2 song titles:

chzychik: i want to go where the streets have no name
Drusilla Bell: but i still haven't found what i'm looking for
chzychik: i'm gonna go there with or without you
Drusilla Bell: walk on, then
chzy chik: but i can't leave without the sweetest thing
Drusilla Bell: One life, though, you got to do what you should

chzy chik: maybe in a little while
Drusilla Bell: seems like you're stuck in a moment you can't get out of
chzy chik: i feel like i'm in the middle of an electrical storm
Drusilla Bell: you'll be all right if god will send his angels
chzy chik: will it be even better than the real thing?
Drusilla Bell: They say God works in mysterious ways
chzy chik: i'm trying to throw my arms around the world
Drusilla Bell: but you need the hands that built america to do that
chzy chik: in the name of love, right?
Drusilla Bell: that, and desire
chzy chik: then who's gonna ride the wild horses?
Drusilla Bell: the pretty little angel of harlem, of course
chzy chik: will she do it with the lady with the spinning head?
Drusilla Bell: they'll both do it dancing barefoot
chzy chik: what'll happen to the wanderer?
Drusilla Bell: he'll walk to the water
chzy chik: i guess some days are better than others
Drusilla Bell: i hear sunday, bloody sunday is the worst
chzy chik: it's a dirty day that's for sure
Drusilla Bell: tell me, do you feel loved?
chzy chik: i feel numb
Drusilla Bell: you won't if you wear that velvet dress
chzy chik: i need somone to hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Drusilla Bell: you can find that at the playboy mansion
chzy chik: maybe i should go dancing at the discotheque
Drusilla Bell: i will follow, if you let me
chzy chik: until the last night on earth?
Drusilla Bell: night and day
chzy chik: let's go to miami then
Drusilla Bell: we'll have a sort of homecoming
chzy chik: and we'll be staring at the sun
Drusilla Bell: can we watch on one tree hill?
chzy chik: at twilight
Drusilla Bell: maybe i'll go to heartland then
chzy chik: near the shadows and tall trees?
Drusilla Bell: yes, in god's country
chzy chik: that'll provide some stories for boys
Drusilla Bell: I can name 40 of them
chzy chik: maybe you can do it another time, another place
Drusilla Bell: perhaps i'll try on new years day
chzy chik: i can hear the 11 o'clock tick tock
Drusilla Bell: the electric co. makes that sound
chzychik: maybe i'll hear it again tomorrow
Drusilla Bell: will you hear it when love comes to town?
chzy chik: i was hoping to hear it when i threw a brick though a window
Drusilla Bell: you're such a funny party girl
chzy chik: is that all?
Drusilla Bell: bad, isn't it?
chzy chik: you're an unforgettable fire
Drusilla Bell: i admire your grace
chzy chik: i admire elvis presley and america
Drusilla Bell: i only admire them when i look at the world
chzy chik: i like them on the 4th of july
Drusilla Bell: hallelujah to that
chzy chik: i need to exit
Drusilla Bell: where did it all go wrong?
chzy chik: when i tripped through your wires
Drusilla Bell: i'll take you to your blue room if you want
chzy chik: i surrender
Drusilla Bell: don't surrender to my everlasting love
chzy chik: i won't because our two hearts beat as one
Drusilla Bell: then let love rescue me
chzy chik: this feels just like a song
Drusilla Bell: please, tell me more
chzy chik: i wish it felt like summer rain outside
Drusilla Bell: the sun's being an absolute mofo it seems
chzy chik: we should go fly a kite soon
Drusilla Bell: we can go slow dancing afterwards
chzy chik: and eat wild honey
Drusilla Bell: i'll bring some lemons, if you like
chzy chik: it'll be a beautiful day
Drusilla Bell: with an indian summer sky overhead
chzy chik: when i look at the world, that's what i want to see
Drusilla Bell: seems like all i want is you
chzy chik: it feels like the first time
Drusilla Bell: i feel like i'm running to stand still
chzy chik: i wish i could stay, but i need to be gone
Drusilla Bell: go on with your promenade then

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