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I gotta know right now... That deal with the devil didn't last long...I have no phone! Guess who just got back today? Those wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, haven't much to say But man, I still think those cats are great They were asking if you were around How you was, where you could be found I told them you were living downtown Driving all the old men crazy The boys are back in town You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot I mean she was steaming That night over at Johnny's place Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face Man we just fell about the place If that chick don't want to know, forget her Friday night they'll be dressed to kill Down at Dino's bar and grill The drink will flow and blood will spill If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long It won't be long till summer comes Now that the boys are here again The boys are back in town This day is taking forever! Even though Im staying busy... Ever heard of Jake's Leg? They are a Dead tribute band that are opening up the show. And on another note, have you ever heard of "Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations"?

OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going hereTwo down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth There's the windup, and there it is, a line shot up the middle Look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really Turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for Second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the Throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he Comes, he's out! No, wait, safe-safe at second base, this kid Really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the Plate, here's the pitch-he's going, and what a jump he's got He's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-safe at Third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out There, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher Glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third Base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze Play, it's gonna be close, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!

Yep, super long Labor day weekend! And to start it off tomorrow is the Dead tribute night at the ballgame which is ahem...SOLD OUT! OH YEAH!!! a stadium full of Deadheads! reminds me of.... Shit we're almost two months out. I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody take a trip with me, well Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans They got a honeysuckle growing on a honeysuckle vine And love is a blooming there all the time Well every southern belle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) A come on take a stroll down to Basin street Listen to the music with that Dixieland beat Well the magnolia blossoms fill the air Whoa,whoa, and you ain't been to heaven till you been down there They got French moss hangin from a big oak tree Get outta here Jimmy Vaughan take it! I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Come on everybody take a trip with me (whoo!) Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans, yeah, yeah. With a honeysuckle hanging on a honeysuckle vine Well love is blooming there all the time Every southern belle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on take a stroll down to Basin street Listen to the music with the dixieland beat, yeah I say, the magnolia blossoms fill the air And you ain't been to heaven if you ain't been there. Honeysuckle hanging from a hollow tree Down in Mississippi down in New Orleans Well, I said Hey, hey, hey, yeah (Hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a look out John, hey, yeah, yeah ( I said a look out John hey, yeah, yeah) Bonne Nuit!

And I leave you with this, so jealous that your hump day is your Friday.....enjoy.... Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good? Brown sugar just like a young girl should Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doing alright You shoulda heard him just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now? Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like You shoulda heard me just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo How come you... how come you taste so good? Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Just like a... just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

This was a nice impromptu tribute to The City of Nouveau Orleans around the anniversary of the devestation of Katrina. Man, do you know what it means to miss New Orleans Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day I know I’m not wrong, this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines, the tall sugar pines Where mockin' birds used to sing And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi Hurryin' into spring Oh the moonlight on the bayou A creole tune that fills the air I dream about Magnolias in bloom And I'm wishin' I was there Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans Since that's where you left your heart And there's something more, I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans

beautiful song selection, makes me weak in the knees..... Poco's music was overlooked at times, especially when they went mainstream.....those songs hold the test of time though...... This time I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm gonna need two pair-a shoes When I get through walkin' these blues When I get back to New Orleans I've got my suitcase in my hand Now ain't that-a shame? I'm leavin' here today Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans Ya used to be my honey 'Till you spent all my money No use for you to cry I'll see you by and by 'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans I've got no time for talkin' I've got to keep on walkin' New Orleans is my home That's the reason why I'm goin' Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans.

I can only imagine...I've watched many a PBS special on the subject with interviews of residents still trying to pick up the pieces. There is something different in the air down there... I need to make it there at some point... In the heart of the night In the cool southern rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises She reminds me of you In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans There's a night bird singing Right on through till the dawn And the streets are still ringing With people carrying on It's been so long waiting Just to be here again Anticipating All the time I could spend In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night And I trust in your love never falling down I trust in your love Just like I do in this town Whoa, never falling down Whoa, never falling down In the heart of the night In the cool fallin' rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises Oh, momma, she reminds me of you Right here, in the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night Down in New Orleans And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans Please don't wake me, don't shake me If it's only, if it's only just a dream It's the only place I can face that feels so right Below that Dixie moon and loving you In the heart of the night

2013 did a trip to the big easy, used public transportation....trollies and buses to navigate the city. Did the NO Jazz Festival as well as Garden District, Bourbon and Frenchmen Streets.....and some bad ass swamp tour in a hydroplane.... Took a bus to the 9th Ward over the objections of the driver....saw the tragedy and devastation at that time 8 years Katrina removed. it wasn't racism, it was anger and frustration over having lost their life's memories....that will stay with me forever..... Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee Halfway home we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearing railroad blues Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done I am going back.....best weeks vacation spent.....ever......

It is a bit unrealistic...Ive been through most of the different hoods around the city, during the day and night and wasn't afraid. Been to funerals deep in the hood where I was the only caucasian. Been in and around East St. Louis AKA East Boogie without issue. However, some friends and I received a police escort out of South Chicago when we got lost searching for hotdogs and pizza. Kept tellin the driver to stop heading south...We got out to go get the food and the shop owners looked at us like what the hell are you doing here. When we returned to the car witht he food we were rushed by a group of plain-clothed officers with their guns drawn. We put our hands full of plates of food in the air... They were like you gotta get out of here, follow us... Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always Still gotta letterman, no practice Still gotta burner man, no lacking Still outtin Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now it's just a red pill, Got a blue and a hand full of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me So I'm a tell the buyer what Nitty told me [Hook 1:] I got that Mmm Mmm I got that God damn I'm yo pusha man I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man Pimp slapping, toe taggin I'm just tryna fight the man I'm yo pusha man I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man [x2] [Verse 2:] You a laaaaaaaame, and your bitch break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a Molly Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes" [Hook 1] [Hook 2:] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits [x2] [Verse 3:] Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain save the hood, hood savior, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia I'm a still watch my bros Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock And a little bit of rap That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac And like literally jack [Hook 2] [Verse 4:] They murking kids, they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position, Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching [Hook 2] [Breakdown:] I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. I know you scared, me too. I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too. [Verse 5:] It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about. I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out. I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks. And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first. Cause everybody dies in the summer. Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring. I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring. I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.

I don't think so, homey don't play dat.....I been to Compton.....I been to Bed Stuy and Harlem in the 70's.... Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local nigga made good And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit Then we broke out with the funky shit About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this And that they didn't like this That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass Where you got blast And now that's just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every nigga we done shot They done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born Families of young niggaz mourn So I'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on the clip Becaue Oakland... Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a motherfucker Hot enough to make ya cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, whenit cooled off we came down and met a couple of friends Who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich and a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home But then they had to prove me wrong Cuz later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis... Yeah y'all, St. Louis... I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood" Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the Shaw But now, back to the story that I'm tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When I'm thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test And before it was over the shit got deep A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin Little did they know that we was packin Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio... Yeah, San Antonio... After a month on the road We came home and I can safely say That L.A. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away? But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell And the people of Colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you don't remember I had this show I did in Denver With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now Denver... Yeah y'all, Denver... And ya know that Oakland... Yeah y'all St. Louis... Uh-huh, San Antonio... Yeah, and Denver... I thought ya knew...