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Mr. Ears · 03-17-2006, 09:03 AM

why is it they arent able to delete the trojan? oh, and does anyone else receive an error message saying the forums are password protected?

Deius Infectus · 03-17-2006, 09:56 PM

Hi all,

I have some new info. Over on the TINP forums, we were trying to decipher the lyrics to the new sound clip on the start page. Since the forums are still down, I'll post here. After much Googling, I finally found this: Sweet Indiana Home. I found the title and credits but no lyrics, so here's what I can make out...please suggest corrections if you have any.

Sweet Indiana Home - Aileen Stanley, 1922
Music and Lyrics by Walter Donaldson

Now I know why I'm blue,
And I'm melancholy right through.
Every fortnight far away,
Seems to haunt me night and day.

Picture me, can you see,
Just how dog-gone happy I'll be?
Every night there's a candlelight
In all my dreams.

It seems I'm back in Indiana, Indiana
In my dreams I'm roaming through the shady (?) where I was born

I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana
Could anything be grander than to (drop me under?) through fields of corn

I miss that little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone
I'll leave tonight about eleven, I'll be in heaven
Tomorrow morn' at seven when I'm in my home, sweet Indiana home

1 o' clock, you'll find me in a lower berth
2 o' clock, I start to dream for all I'm worth
3 o' clock, we're stopping for a symphony
(Everybody's snorin' in a different key!)
4 o' clock, I'm tryin' to open up my eyes
5 o' clock, the Indiana sun will rise
6 o' clock, the engineer will give the alarm
7 o' clock, you'll find me in the [?]

I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana
Could anything be grander than to (chuck me under?) through fields of corn
I miss that little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone
I'll leave tonight, about eleven I'll be in heaven
Tomorrow morn' at seven when I see my home, sweet Indiana home

I'm not even sure that the lyrics are relevant to the puzzle, but not knowing what they were was bugging me.

03-17-2006, 09:03 AM	#1
Mr. Ears RULER OF THE WORLD!!! Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: in a box Posts: 80	why is it they arent able to delete the trojan? oh, and does anyone else receive an error message saying the forums are password protected? __________________ Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time but not at their crotch when they have to go to the bathroom?

03-17-2006, 09:56 PM	#2
Deius Infectus Resident Dork Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 10	Updated Start Page Hi all, I have some new info. Over on the TINP forums, we were trying to decipher the lyrics to the new sound clip on the start page. Since the forums are still down, I'll post here. After much Googling, I finally found this: Sweet Indiana Home. I found the title and credits but no lyrics, so here's what I can make out...please suggest corrections if you have any. Sweet Indiana Home - Aileen Stanley, 1922 Music and Lyrics by Walter Donaldson Now I know why I'm blue, And I'm melancholy right through. Every fortnight far away, Seems to haunt me night and day. Picture me, can you see, Just how dog-gone happy I'll be? Every night there's a candlelight In all my dreams. It seems I'm back in Indiana, Indiana In my dreams I'm roaming through the shady (?) where I was born I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana Could anything be grander than to (drop me under?) through fields of corn I miss that little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone I'll leave tonight about eleven, I'll be in heaven Tomorrow morn' at seven when I'm in my home, sweet Indiana home 1 o' clock, you'll find me in a lower berth 2 o' clock, I start to dream for all I'm worth 3 o' clock, we're stopping for a symphony (Everybody's snorin' in a different key!) 4 o' clock, I'm tryin' to open up my eyes 5 o' clock, the Indiana sun will rise 6 o' clock, the engineer will give the alarm 7 o' clock, you'll find me in the [?] I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana Could anything be grander than to (chuck me under?) through fields of corn I miss that little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone I'll leave tonight, about eleven I'll be in heaven Tomorrow morn' at seven when I see my home, sweet Indiana home I'm not even sure that the lyrics are relevant to the puzzle, but not knowing what they were was bugging me.

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