Postin'
(to the tune of Truckin', by the Grateful Dead)

Postin' on the forums here,
Keep postin', with you monkeys, we're
Together, more or less one year,
Just been postin' on.

A year to the day it has been since I first started postin',
To tell you the truth it seems longer than that I've been goin',
A topic is old after only a week of discussion,
Users join fast, but don't seem to stay very long.

First post that I ever made
Brought me in to speculate
On Miho, well what can I say?
Have a round of drinks on me.

Most of the time I hang around writing these verses,
And tryin' to guess what the artist is gonna do next,
And watchin' the latest sock-puppet troll wax discursive,
Wonderin' why people bother to answer his text.

Postin', quite compulsively,
In every single thread we see
Regardless of the quality,
Just keep postin' on.

Sometimes discussions seem scholarly,
Other times they're just plain squirrely,
Lately it occurs to me,
What a real strange group this is.

_Quinn, smurd, and Garran and Meagen and Draegos and C-kun,
AncestralHamster and JRandomLurker and e-Monk,
And all of you others who'll give me a hard time for skippin'
You're names here, well all I can say is "Ain't I a bum?"

Flame-bait, down in forum land,
Oh well now I gotta play my hand,
And dodge those flames any way I can,
And just keep postin' on.

Sitin' and starin' at the latest of fanboy outrages,
Or scannin' old filks that are backed up for 200 pages,
I ought to be gettin' some sleep before the new day breaks,
But if you're gonna post, I guess that I gotta respond.

Washed out, and all bleary-eyed,
Stayed up more than half the night,
Too much tea ain't gonna make me right,
Just go draggin' on, and on.

You're sick of hangin' around in the forums for hours,
You've decided to get up, and maybe you'll go get a shower,
Then Gallagher gets on the main page and puts up a new strip,
You laugh 'til you drop, and back you go postin' again.

Sometimes discussions seem scholarly,
Other times they're just plain squirrely,
Lately it occurs to me,
What a real strange group this is.

Postin', is what I do now,
Analyzin' where and when and how,
Scares poor Fred until he has a cow,
But just keep postin' on.

(apologies to Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia)
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Truckin'
The Grateful Dead


Truckin' - got my chips cashed in
Keep Truckin - like the doodah man
Together - more or less in line
Just keep Truckin on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas - got a soft machine
Houston - too close to New Orleans
New York - got the ways and means
but just won't let you be

Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they're sittin and cryin at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin
out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin - like the doodah man
once told me you got to play your hand
sometime - the cards ain't worth a dime
if you don't lay em down

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
all a friend can say is "ain't it a shame"

Truckin' -- up to Buffalo
Been thinkin - you got to mellow slow
Takes time - you pick a place to go
and just keep Truckin on

Sitting and staring out of a hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
but if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in

Busted - down on Bourbon Street
Set up - like a bowling pin
Knocked down - it gets to wearing thin
They just won't let you be

You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
Tired of travel, you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door - light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
what a long strange trip it's been

Truckin - I'm goin home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home - sit down and patch my bones
and get back Truckin on

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