Fly Report: 04th December 2009
Good morning. This is the last time that I will show my face; one last tender lie, and then I'm out of this place.
It's 9° Centigrade and cloudy in Kirkwall. In Cody, the forecast calls for a high of 26° Fahrenheit with partial clouds.
A barrel of oil is trading at $76.73. The Dow Jones Industrial Average is at 10,366.15. The exchange rate is $1.66 for £1, or £0.60 for $1.
Today's Astronomy Picture of the Day is boring. The picture at the Orkneyjar Photoblog is not new.
Today's scripture reading is Genesis 18. The Fly is currently reading The Royal Marines: From Sea Soldiers to a Special Force by Julian Thompson and Confessions by Augustine.
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky. It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight. They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon, you know I don't see you when she walks in the room. It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help. It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else. They say a secret is something you tell one other person, so I'm telling you, child. And love, we shine like a falling star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will beg, a man will crawl, on the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall, it's no secret at all. It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest. It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success. Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief. Oh, and love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will rise, a man will fall, from the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall, it's no secret at all. Oh, love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. And, love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will rise, a man will fall, from the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall. It's no secret at all. It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky - the universe exploded 'cause of one man's lie. Look, yeah, I gotta go, yeah, I'm running out of change. There's a lot of things, if I could I'd rearrange.
It's 9° Centigrade and cloudy in Kirkwall. In Cody, the forecast calls for a high of 26° Fahrenheit with partial clouds.
A barrel of oil is trading at $76.73. The Dow Jones Industrial Average is at 10,366.15. The exchange rate is $1.66 for £1, or £0.60 for $1.
Today's Astronomy Picture of the Day is boring. The picture at the Orkneyjar Photoblog is not new.
Today's scripture reading is Genesis 18. The Fly is currently reading The Royal Marines: From Sea Soldiers to a Special Force by Julian Thompson and Confessions by Augustine.
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky. It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight. They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon, you know I don't see you when she walks in the room. It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help. It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else. They say a secret is something you tell one other person, so I'm telling you, child. And love, we shine like a falling star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will beg, a man will crawl, on the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall, it's no secret at all. It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest. It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success. Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief. Oh, and love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will rise, a man will fall, from the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall, it's no secret at all. Oh, love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. And, love, we shine like a burning star, we're falling from the sky tonight. A man will rise, a man will fall, from the sheer face of love, like a fly on a wall. It's no secret at all. It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky - the universe exploded 'cause of one man's lie. Look, yeah, I gotta go, yeah, I'm running out of change. There's a lot of things, if I could I'd rearrange.
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