Why was it deleted anyway? Didn't hurt anybody...the thread, I mean...

The mods mean well, they really do.

I love the mods madly, of course. I'll pm them to ask the question. Sorry.

They weren't deleted. Twood Scattered The Michael Jackson Threads On The Wind Just Like Johnny Appleseed Use To Do In The Days Of Old With Appleseeds.

Johnny wasn't lookin' for thanks; he just wanted folks to have apples.

Atomic Love (1953)
--by Little Caesar and the Red Callender Sextette [1953]

Boooom!
Something exploded down inside
And rushed tears up in my eyes
Oh yes, I have that funny feeling
I guess it's my atomic love for you

Crash!
Something shattered in my mind
And sent cold chills right down my spine
Oh yes, I have that funny feeling
I guess it's my atomic love for you

I can't realize,
But I will apologize
For all that I've done wrong
There's no need of pretending
Our love will have no ending
I'll dream ‘til every day is done

Flash!
I see sparks before my eyes
Or is it stars up in the skies
Oh yes, I have that funny feeling
I guess it's my atomic love for you

Flash!
I see sparks before my eyes
Or is it stars up in the skies
Oh yes, I have that funny feeling
I guess it's my atomic love for you
It's my atomic love for you

My hammer rings like silver,
My hammer shines like gold.

Russian kids love this:

"If long, long, long,
If long on a path
If long on a footpath
to Stamp, go and run,
perhaps, that, of course,
That, likely, truly, truly,
That, probably, is possible, it is possible,
It is possible to come to Africa!"

"Аа in Africa the rivers are this wide!
Aá in Africa mountains are this high!
Aa, crocodiles, hippopotamuses,
Aa, monkeys, cachalots,
Aa, and a green parrot!
Aa, and a green parrot!"

"And as soon as, only, only
And as soon as on a footpath
And as soon as on a path
I Will meet somebody
to the one whom I will meet, -
Even to an animal, - I trust, I trust, -
I will not forget, - I will, I will,
"Good Day" I will speak."

"Aa hello the rivers with such width,
Aa hello mountains with such height,
A, crocodiles, hippopotamuses,
A, monkeys, cachalots,
A, and a green parrot!
A, and a green parrot!"

"But, of course, but, of course,
If you are this lazy
If you this timid,
Sit in the house, don't do anywhere.
Roads are nothing to you,
Slopes, mountains, mountains,
Bueraki, the rivers, cancers.
Protect your hand, feet!"

"Why do you need rivers this wide,
Why do you need a sky this high,
A, crocodiles, hippopotamuses,
A, monkeys, cachalots,
A, and a green parrot?!
A, and a green parrot?!
A, and a green parrot?!"

Obviously that translation, not by a native English speaker, needs some corrections, but you get the idea.

Last Train
by Arlo Guthrie

I want to hop on the last train in the station
Won't need to get yourself prepared
When you're on that last train to glory
You'll know you're reasonably there

Maybe you ain't walked on any highway
You've just been flyin' in the air
But if you're on that last train to glory
You'll know you've paid your fare

Maybe you've been Iying down in the jailhouse
Maybe you've been hungry and poor
Maybe your ticket on the last train to glory
Is the stranger whose been sleeping on your floor

I ain't a man of constant sorrow
I ain't seen trouble all day long
We are only passengers on the last train to glory
That will soon be long, long gone

I want to hop on the last train in the station
Won't need to get yourself prepared
When you're on the last train to glory
You'll know you're reasonably there

Hansel and Gretel are alive and well
And they're living in Berlin
She is a cocktail waitress
He had a part in a Fassbinder film
And they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin
And she says: Hansel, you're really bringing me down
And he says: Gretel, you can really be a bitch
He says: I've wated my life on our stupid legend When my one and only love was the wicked witch. She said: What is history?
And he said: History is an angel being blown backwards into the future
He said: History is a pile of debris
And the angel wants to go back and fix things
To repair the things that have been broken
But there is a storm blowing from Paradise
And the storm keeps blowing the angel backwards into the future
And this storm, this storm is called Progress

If this thread is going about the business of demonstrating anything, it's going about the business of demonstrating that Bob Dylan is probably the greatest songwriter of all time.

And that the world could still be filled with tremendously good songs if Bob Dylan was never born.

Probably yes, but by whom is the stuff that you posted?

[quote][/And that the world could still be filled with tremendously good songs if Bob Dylan was never born.
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Could is certainly a notion.