GodMode (GM) said:
During his warmup lap, Knife took note of the bas-relief sculpture at the south end of the room. It appeared to depict a muscular, hirsute man being shorn of his luxurious locks by a beautiful woman while he slept. It seemed an odd objet d'art for a tire factory until Knife recognized **DELILAH** robbing Samson of his legendary strength by cutting his hair. The sculpture had seen better days and appeared to show a few cracks, but the wall seemed otherwise quite thick and solid, and Knife couldn't think of what might lie beyond it.
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Junior keys the Mic: Delilah? Makes me think of that good old song, by one damn good Taffy.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypJlDd9QsiE
> I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
> I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
> She was my woman
> As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
> My, my, my, Delilah
> Why, why, why, Delilah
> I could see that girl was no good for me
> But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
> At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
> I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
> She stood there laughing
> I felt the KNIFE in my hand and she laughed no more
> My, my, my Delilah
> Why, why, why Delilah
> So before they come to break down the door
> Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more
> Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more*
{as the song closes, a faint sob comes across the E.A.R.A.C.H.E}
