So some suicide driver killed them? And I guess they wouldn't let her fasten her seatbelt either? C'mon... I betcha it was Elvis's baby.
There was also some news floating around recently that the driver of the car she was in, was shot in the head at the scene of the accident.
I have a theory. It may sound a little bit crazy but here it goes. Lady Di is shooting all over town with this Dodi guy She knows by the way she is pregnant with her second illegitimate child. She is like "fuck it" I mean for all its worth she is wealthy as hell and the media machine loves her for her role in embarrassing the Monarchy. Every one knows her pussy gets all wet when she gets around jock, polo player, and bodyguard types. But in the end her only loyalty is simply to money. They are out having a good time drinking and laughing. All is good except for those damn paparazzi parasites. They decide to leave the joint and all jump in a car the Jock behind the wheel playing the role of the protector and seeing opportunity to earn some pussy points and half lit with booze decides he will impress her with his driving skills at the same time get the annoying paparazzi off their asses. He drives into a tunnel at break neck speed and crashes the car. Fucking unbelievable as it may sound. Honestly it may have been different in real life but I don't give two shits if it was.
You post made me think of this song: http://youtube.com/watch?v=8pr5IQ4t3ns Aaaah he did what he had to do he asked no questions he had few conversations the tar glistens in the noon heat he tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments mirage on the highway ghosts in the tunnel the dark cave out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed every bolt rumbling glistening highway mirage groans the slick surface careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 yards over and over with one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest wheeehah the beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred smoke and flames allright so nice he moved to the small creature screeching whistles of steam blowing off on it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic the door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to the pavement the car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling to die the man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time is also unwilling to die suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway but what? what can i do? i cannot move, everything is about broken blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas what's moving, must turn my head pain, white light, blinded some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light all my strength to 'heeeeeelp' screaming now help me please he tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck onto his grimy coatsleeve coughing blood what's happen? he's he's inching towards truth he strode of into the woods with the animal it still lived he didn't glance back at all still out ghosting the road death on the highway words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven i cannot move i'm beneath the great weight i cannot see my eyes are blinded i am in the darkness that's it {very low in the mix} in panic i forget it in despair i need it in my mind i save it in death i have it {then a bit louder} in panic i forget it in despair i need it i shouldn't laugh hah hah hah yeah really oh in panic i forget it in despair i need it in my mind i save it in death i have it [Thurston?] never gave a damn about the meterman i was the man who had to read the meters, man
Your big on lyrics. You like Cross Canadian Ragweed? "Hammer Down" You got your fingers runnin' through my hair. I got my stereo loud. You're barefoot dancing in your underwear I bet your daddy'd be proud. But he ain't no where around He said he's never gonna change his mind Man, won't you leave her alone I bet one day he's gonna eat his pride Choking on the bone When i'm on the Rolling Stone Yeah, I'm on the Rolling Stone Chorus: Hey baby, take a run with me, smell that rubber burn You think your life, it is a tragedy, feel my motor hum You think you're headed down a one way track The only color in your future's black You wanna leave and never come back around I'll put that hammer down Tell me what you gotta lose You ain't got nothing at all You ain't got nothing tha you gotta prove You ain't against the wall You're just fed up with it all You're fed up with it all
