tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132940202011-07-14T17:25:21.903-04:00THE MOE'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15161524100389804596noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1139589472386842582006-02-10T11:28:00.000-05:002006-02-10T11:37:52.416-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3612/1165/1600/lempicka.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3612/1165/400/lempicka.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lack of comunication.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-113958947238684258?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186937002517158315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1117670035581602132005-10-03T14:53:00.000-04:002005-10-04T14:12:12.996-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/1165/1600/2guys%20nemed%20moe.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/1165/320/2guys%20nemed%20moe.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-111767003558160213?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Big Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01056328245959901287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1128052403086478582005-09-29T23:38:00.000-04:002005-09-29T23:55:16.923-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3612/1165/1600/marriage-tree.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3612/1165/200/marriage-tree.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Heritage, not hate. Marriage, the legal union of a man and woman as husband and wife.<em> </em>God, dreams of a lifetime, the period of time during which property, an object, a process, or a phenomenon exists or functions. ...their needs, their will. F<em>ade</em> Forever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-112805240308647858?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186937002517158315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1127672848557897202005-09-25T14:26:00.000-04:002005-09-25T14:27:28.560-04:00this town is on fire on the money we burn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-112767284855789720?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186937002517158315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1125771173417895522005-09-03T14:10:00.000-04:002005-09-06T17:32:07.830-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6832/1162/1600/dead_dog_valley31.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6832/1162/320/dead_dog_valley31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Black rain is falling <em>(over your head)</em>.<br />Alarms keep ringgin’ <em>(it could be bad)</em>.<br />Strange people coming, calling me.<br />And I keep on singin’.<br /><br />Big birds are falling <em>(over your head).</em><br />Dead dogs still breathing <em>(they should be dead).</em><br />No one is left to bury.<br />But I keep on diggin’.<br /><br />Why did he dress up as cow and start barking?<br /><br />Two guns still loaded <em>(use one and die)</em>.<br />A big house is burning <em>(go on inside)</em>.<br />One single road is left to walk on.<br />But I keep on turning.<br /><br />Why did he dress up as cow and start barking?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-112577117341789552?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>THE MOE'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15161524100389804596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1125689601962790842005-09-02T14:09:00.000-04:002005-09-03T16:34:38.576-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6832/1162/1600/mississippi%20colors%20w1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6832/1162/400/mississippi%20colors%20w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6832/1162/1600/mississippi%20colors%20w.jpg"></a><br />This time Mr. R.L. Burnside went up North. May His soul rest in Peace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-112568960196279084?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>THE MOE'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15161524100389804596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294020.post-1117574070221135052005-05-31T17:12:00.000-04:002005-06-01T19:59:50.296-04:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">We started to play. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">Then we started playing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">Then we started to play together. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">Soon you'll hear us.<br />Then we'll make your girl dance...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13294020-111757407022113505?l=themoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>THE MOE'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15161524100389804596noreply@blogger.com