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