Comments | greenplasticbox: Being that this isnt an impersonal essay, I am neglecting to restrict the use of phrases like "I."

greenplasticbox

Being that this isnt an impersonal essay, I am neglecting to restrict the use of phrases like "I."

Nov 13, 2005 22:57

Today was mildly retarded, until I discovered that I am in fact not the only person in the galaxy who knows the underground railroad song ( Read more... )

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theskywilleatus November 13 2005, 20:06:49 UTC

best friends forever.

theskywilleatus November 13 2005, 20:07:33 UTC

also, i always want to restrict "i" in my lj, and then i realize, it is my lj and i can talk about myself as much as i please.

greenplasticbox November 14 2005, 18:54:17 UTC

Yeah, I do that too, which is why I made a specific point to avoid doing it.

greenplasticbox November 14 2005, 18:53:42 UTC

mos def

EZRA! anonymous November 14 2005, 12:32:14 UTC

Somehow my heart was growing weaker; I fell by the bayside sinking sand. Firmly did that lady stand, she lifted me up and took my hand, a-singin': "Come on up, whoa-oh-oh, I got a life line! Come on up to this train of mine! Come on up, whoa-oh-oh, I got a life line! Come on up to this train of mine!"
...? Or is that just Hunter Elementary's Harriet Tubman song?

-Fd

Re: EZRA! greenplasticbox November 14 2005, 18:43:25 UTC

Yeah thats the one.

imagine6190 November 14 2005, 15:09:07 UTC

i totally know the underground railroad song

greenplasticbox November 14 2005, 18:45:53 UTC

Well that is becuase you are the essence of greatness!

westsidespirit November 14 2005, 18:53:06 UTC

FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD! or is that a different one?

westsidespirit November 14 2005, 18:54:49 UTC

nevermind. i just read your comment to that other person so i guess we're NOT talking about the same song. what a pity.

greenplasticbox November 14 2005, 18:56:06 UTC

Thats a different one. But I know that one too. Oh, I am certainly a well of black freedom songs.

Follow the drinking gourd
follow the drinking gourd
follow the drinking gourd for the ocean is a waiting for to carry you to freedom, follllow the driiinking gourd. Or however that one goes.

cakeor_death November 15 2005, 16:26:59 UTC

she said her name was harriet tubman
and she worked for the underground
railroad (railroad)