Got this from Larry Schick today and thought it was worth passing around:<br><br>Sing to "White Room" by Cream <br><br>On white mountain, with black diamonds and lift stations<br>Heading Backco, no blue groomers, easy cruisers<br>Thigh deep powder, lines I'm seeking, steep and creamy.<br>Dawnlight smiles, on free refills, my contentment.<br>(chorus)<br>I'll wade in this place where the sun never shines.<br>Well, past my waist with the shadowed runs to myself.<br><br>You said no lines keep you waiting at the station.<br>Liftees reeking, sweet smell perfume, got the munchies.<br>As I hiked out, felt my own need, for some backside.<br>Then I pushed off, linking madness, grinning face shots.<br>(chorus)<br>I'll wade in this place where the snow is real deep<br>Fall line so steep with the shadowed runs to myself.<br><br>Goggles foggy, got my woody, a POW party.<br>Consolation, for not working, now forgotten.<br>Mellow pillows, natures window on the backside.<br>Cloudy skies, snowflake smiles on the windblown.<br><br>I'll wait in no place where the deep powder lies.<br>Not for a friend with the shadowed runs to myself.<br><br>On white mountain, with black diamonds, and lift stations.<br>Heading Backco, no blue groomers, easy cruisers.<br>Thigh deep powder, lines I'm seeking, steep and creamy.<br>Dawnlight smiles on free refills, my contentment.
