Sorry about that swampbear. Perhaps you should go see my friend Dr Feelgood. He’s gonna make you feel allright. He might even mix you up a little love potion #9. On second thought, that might aggrivate your bad case of lovin you, so perhaps you should just take some Pepto. One lovin spoonful at a time.
-tool (now clearly insane)
I know this was posted a while back, but I meant to respond and never got back to it. And the current Song Title/Phrase hijack is leaving me cold as ice. 
(I know, I know. But I couldn’t resist just one. Stop me before I do it again!)
I don’t know anything about property values in MA, and I know you’re not moving with a new baby, but since you mentioned it, tanookie, you can get quite a nice house in PA for that kind of money. And in town, not even out in the boonies. Of course, if you don’t mind the boonies, you can get a huge place. And the weather/bug situation has got to be similar.
No, I don’t work for the PA Chamber of Commerce; why do you ask? 
I’m not in any rush to cross the river Styx, but I’m going to keep this going. I don’t know much about the animals, even though I may be the monkeys’ uncle, but my big brother’s holding company is the cream that rises to the top. I’ve haven’t been all around America, but I’ve been to Kansas and ridden with Paul Revere, and the Raiders. Someday, I’ll get stuck in traffic, but until then, I’ll try to avoid rolling stones and eagles. The journey that I’m on may take me to Boston, but probably not to nirvana, although if I meet up with Kool and the gang, I may end up in Alabama. Try to guess who I’ll be when this all ends, and you’ll end up with my heart.
Kallessa (beyond insane–maybe I need the witch doctor)
So I was out Phishing with the usual Motley Crue last halloween, and we caught some Reel Big Fish. We were drinking down the Firewater by the gallon, and my friend Ben Folded Five beer cans against his head. Yea, he really rocks the suburbs when he’s not with his old pals. It was getting dark, and as you know Tom Waits for no man, so us Highwaymen went down the long and winding road that leads to your door, trying not to laugh at all those VW Beetles that are all over the roads these days. We stopped by a Pet Shop Boys to look at the Monkees, then stopped by the Baker to get some Cream. After all this activity, we wished we had Wings to fly us home through the 5th Dimension, but we just walked.
-tool (please stop me)
Wintermute is right. I thought FCM was living in a mansion until I was informed about property values in Florida. blush
And I’m not participating in the evil lyrics posts. No! You can’t make me!
I get no kick from champagne, and the seven deadly virtues leave me cold, but I’m just a girl who can’t say no, so here’s another round.
Oh, what a beautiful morning, which is good because I’ve got to wash that man right out of my hair. In this age of Aquarius, I don’t know how to love him, but if ever I would leave him, it wouldn’t be in springtime. Maybe in summertime, when the living is easy, but it may just be an impossible dream. I wonder what the king is doing tonight, because I could have danced all night to the music of seventy-six tronbones. So don’t rain on my parade, meet me in St. Louis, and maybe we’ll go to the State Fair. If luck be a lady, I’ll show up on the street where you live. You’ll be singing in the rain, and some enchanted evening you’ll come to Chicago. Someday my prince will come, and he’ll assure me that’s there’s nothing like a dame.
Kallessa (I wanna be a producer)
It’s about Time I entered this hijack In The Flesh. Being a new Mother, myself, I’m suffering from a little temporary Brain Damage. Anyway, I’m making this up in a Momentary Lapse of Reason so you will have to forgive any typos! Normally I’m pretty Lost For Words and shy about my posting but tonight I have High Hopes that my contribution to the hijack will be recieved without any Sorrow. So pull up a chair and Have a Cigar. The night is young and I Wish You Were Here with me on the Dark Side of the Moon.
(there is no dark side, really, it is all dark)
Hardly a mansion - just over 1700 square feet on less than half an acre. It’s in the midrange of houses around here, I think. Where we plan to build our next house, the average is around $200K - we’ll do a lot of the work ourselves to save a coupla bucks. In fact, if we could build for cash, we would. But we want to get it done fairly quickly, so we’ll hafta take out a construction loan.
My first impluse was to try to do another song title set using songs about houses/home and so connect the two major topics of this thread. And then I decide that would be too much work.
I would only want to live in a mansion if someone else was going to do the vacuuming. And dusting. My favorite room in this mansion would be the library with floor to ceiling books, a fireplace, comfy chairs and intimate lighting. And french doors out to a terrace and the grounds.
And it wouldn’t be in Florida.
Wow, three of my favorite words! And strung together just the way I like them!