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  • October 17, 2016 - 3:01pm
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    @shoulda been my last Acid trip....
    Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near She’s delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna’s not here The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it’s so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze I can’t find my knees” Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him” But like Louise always says “Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?” As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
  • October 17, 2016 - 11:01am
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    shoulda been a 1940's movie
    Up on the white verandaShe wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothing like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay As the morning light breaks open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write Pardon, monsieur, the desk clerk says Carefully removes his fez Am I hearing you right And as the yellow fog is lifting The Greek is quickly heading for the second floor She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinking he's the Soviet Ambassador She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway On Black Diamond Bay A soldier sits beneath the fan Doing business with a tiny man who sells him a ring Lightning strikes, the lights blow out The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout Can you see anything Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle Says, open up another deck But the dealer says, attendez-vous, s'il vous plait As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough He tried to grab the woman's hand Said, here's a ring, it cost a grand She said, that ain't enough Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb She passed the door that the Greek had locked Where a handwritten sign read, do not disturb She knocked upon it anyway As the sun went down and the music did play On Black Diamond Bay I've got to talk to someone quick But the Greek said, go away, and he kicked the chair to the floor He hung there from the chandelier She cried, help, there's danger near Please open up the door Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love But the desk clerk said, it happens every day As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black Diamond Bay As the island slowly sank The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room The dealer said, it's too late now You can take your money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her My darling, je vous aime beaucoup She sheds a tear and then begins to pray As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away From Black Diamond Bay I was sitting home alone one night in L.A. Watching old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothing but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes Didn't seem like much was happening So I turned it off and went to grab another beer Seems like every time you turn around There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear And there's really nothing anyone can say And I never did plan to go anyway To Black Diamond Bay
  • August 8, 2016 - 5:59pm
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    @ Ms. Katniss' broken heart...
    this note's for you... May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. love from da buff....
  • August 8, 2016 - 4:55pm
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    breaks my heart every time...
    I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actressWhen you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress With my father in a casket, I had no plans, yeah And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet And it hardened like my heart did when you left town But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time While the church discouraged, any lust that burned within me Yes my flesh, it was my currency, but I held true So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters But that's all in the past now, gone with the wind Now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to my guestroom It's a bed and a bathroom And a place for the end I won't be late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time
  • June 13, 2016 - 7:09pm
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    Going to FTW helped me better understand my Deadhead father
    For the longest time, I had trouble understanding how my father—a stern, quick-to-anger disciplinarian—could also be a Deadhead. So when the Dead announced Fare Thee Well last year, I made sure to buy tickets and fly home to Chicago to attend shows with my dad. I wanted to witness a side of him I knew existed, but never quite understood. And I write about that experience here: https://features.wearemel.com/my-disciplinarian-father-the-deadhead-cc7…
  • December 24, 2015 - 3:54pm
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    Peace and Blessing to all ...
    So this is Christmas and what have you done,Another year over, a new one just begun. And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun, The near and the dear ones, the old and the young. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fears. And so this is Christmas for weak and for strong, The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long. And so happy Christmas for black and for white For the yellow and red ones let's stop all the fights. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fear. And so this is Christmas and what have we done Another year over, a new one just begun. And so happy Christmas we hope you have fun The near and the dear ones, the old and the young. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fear. War is over if you want it, war is over now.
  • November 26, 2015 - 9:12am
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    Forever Grateful, and Thankful
    You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurantYou can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant Walk right in, it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant... This song is called "Alice's Restaurant." It's about Alice, and the restaurant, but "Alice's Restaurant" is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song. That's why I call the song "Alice's Restaurant." Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago... two years ago, on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant. But Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took out all the pews), they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up here and found all the garbage in there and we decided that it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed on toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across the dump sayin', "This dump is closed on Thanksgiving," and we'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one till we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road was another fifteen-foot cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile was better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw ours down. That's what we did. Drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from Officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on a envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone, we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and he said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the Police Officer Station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the Police Officer Station. Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at the Police Officer Station, and the first was that he could've given us a medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone (which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing was that he could've bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin' garbage around in the vicinity again, which is what we expected. But when we got to the Police Officer Station, there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested, handcuffed, and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the garbage with these here handcuffs on." He said: "Shut up kid, and get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did . . . sat in the back of the patrol car, and drove to the quote scene of the crime unquote. I wanna tell you 'bout the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where this is happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there was five police officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin' around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire tracks, footprints, dog-smellin' prints and they took twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner, the southwest corner . . . and that's not to mention the aerial photography! After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was gonna put us in a cell. He said: "Kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell. I want your wallet and your belt." I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangin's." I said, "Obie, did you think I was gonna hang myself for litterin'?" Obie said he was makin' sure, and, friends, Obie was, 'cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure. It was about four or five hours later that Alice--(remember Alice? There's a song about Alice.)--Alice came by and, with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in, said, "All rise!" We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures, and the judge walked in, sat down, with a seein' eye dog and he sat down. We sat down. Obie looked at the seein' eye dog . . . then at the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one . . . and looked at the seein' eye dog . . . and then at the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each on and began to cry. Because Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up the garbage... in the snow. But that's not what I'm here to tell you about. I'm here to talk about the draft. They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected! I went down and got my physical examination one day, and I walked in, sat down (got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid from New York City. I wanted to feel like . . . I wanted to be the All-American Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things. And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said: "Kid, see the psychiatrist in room 604." I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I wanna kill. I wanna kill! I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I mean: Kill. Kill!" And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "KILL! KILL!" and he started jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down, yellin', "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" and the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said "You're our boy". Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded down the hall, gettin' more injections, inspections, detections, neglections, and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours... three hours... four hours... I was there for a long time goin' through all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things, and I was just havin' a tough time there, and they was inspectin', injectin', every single part of me, and they was leavin' no part untouched! Proceeded through, and I finally came to see the very last man. I walked in, sat down, after a whole big thing there. I walked up, and I said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question: Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of Alice's Restaurant Massacree with full orchestration and five-part harmony and stuff like that, and other phenomenon. He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, have you ever been to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one . . . He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go over and sit down on that bench that says 'Group W'." And I walked over to the bench there, and there's... Group W is where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committin' your special crime. There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin' people on the bench there . . . there was mother-rapers . . . father-stabbers . . . father-rapers! FATHER-RAPERS sittin' right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible and crime fightin' guys were sittin' there on the bench, and the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one . . . the meanest father-raper of them all . . . was comin' over to me, and he was mean and ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to me. He said, "Kid, what'd you get?" I said, "I didn't get nothin'. I had to pay fifty dollars and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" and I said, "Litterin'"' . . . . And they all moved away from me on the bench there, with the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said, "And creatin' a nuisance . . . " And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', . . . all kinds of groovy things that we was talkin' about on the bench, and everything was fine. We was smokin' cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the sergeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said: "KIDSTHISPIECEOFPAPERSGOTFOURTYSVENPAGESTHIRTYSEVENSENTENCESFIFTYEIGHTWORDSWEWANTTOKNOWTHEDETAILSOFTHECRIMETHETIMEOFTHECRIMEANDANYOTHERKINDOFTHINGYOUGOTTOSAYPERTAININGTOANDABOUTTHECRIMEWEWANTTOKNOWTHEARRESTINGOFFICERSNAMEANDANYOTHERTHINGYOUGOTTOSAY . . ." And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said. But we had fun fillin' out the forms and playin' with the pencils on the bench there. I filled out the Massacree with the four-part harmony. Wrote it down there just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down my pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there . . . on the other side . . . in the middle of the other side . . . away from everything else on the other side . . . in parentheses . . . capital letters . . . quotated . . . read the following words: "Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?" I went over to the sergeant. Said, "Sergeant, you got a lot of god-damned gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean . . . I mean . . . I mean that you send . . . I'm sittin' here on the bench . . . I mean I'm sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send your fingerprints off to Washington"! And, friends, somewhere in Washington, enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is 'cause you may know somebody in a similar situation. Or you may be in a similar situation, and if you're in a situation like that, there's only one thing you can do: Walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in, say, "Shrink, . . . you can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant", and walk out. You know, if one person, just one person, does it, they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And if three people do it! Can you imagine three people walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? They may think it's an organization! And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a day . . . walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? Friends, they may think it's a MOVEMENT, and that's what it is: THE ALICE'S RESTAURANT ANTI-MASSACREE MOVEMENT! . . . and all you gotta do to join is to sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar. With feelin'... You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant Walk right in, it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant...
  • October 31, 2015 - 11:19pm
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    Hey Cat Lady, great to hear from you. Have a spooktakular Halloween and Dio de las Muertos
  • October 31, 2015 - 9:19am
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    @oh I'm scared,I'm scared....
    Love you too ms katniss.....happy halloween
  • October 31, 2015 - 7:30am
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    boo!
    I scare myself just thinking about youI scare myself when I'm without you I scare myself the moment that you're going I scare myself when I let my thoughts run And when they're running I keep thinking of you And when they're running What can I do? I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly I scare myself, it can get frightening I scare myself, to think what I could do I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo And with that voodoo I keep thinking of you And with that voodoo What can I do? But it's so so very different when we're together And I'm so so much calmer; I feel better Cause the stars already crossed our paths forever And the sooner that you realize it the better And then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself And I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself And my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself And I'll think of you and I won't scare myself
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Hello all you fine folks! KDED here with a special request from a special dus briver: I heard you on the wireless back in '52 Lying awake intently tuning in on you If I was young it didn't stop you coming through Oh-a-oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine on new technology And now I understand the problems you can see Oh-a-oh I met your children Oh-a-oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go: Oh-a-oh You were the first one Oh-a-oh You were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind, we've gone too far Oh-a-a-a oh Oh-a-a-a oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind, we've gone too far Pictures came and broke your heart Put the blame on VTR... You are the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh...
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come take me home again.... Hello Honey, it's me What did you think when you heard me back on the radio? What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o? Remember how we listened to the radio And I said 'That's the place for me' And how I got the job as an fm Jock the day you married me? We were two kids and I was was into am rock But I just had to run around It's been eight years since I left you babe Let me tell you 'bout what's gone down I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen The drinking I did on my last big gig, it made my voice go low They said that they liked the younger sound when they let me go So I drifted on down to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do me a late night talk show Now I worked my way down home again, via Boise, Idaho That's how this business goes I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen I've been making extra money doing high school sock hops I'm a big time guest mc You should hear me talking to the little children And listen what they say to me Got a spot on the top of my head, just begging for a new toupee And a tire on my gut from sitting on my But they're never gonna go away Sometimes I get this crazy dream That I just take off in my car But you can travel on ten thousand miles and still say where you are I've been thinking that I should stop disk jockeying And start that record store Maybe I could settle down if you'd take me back once more Ok Honey, I see I guess he's better than me Sure, Old Girl, I understand You don't have to worry, I'm such a happy man W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D, W*O*L, W*O*L, W*O*L*D*D*D I am the morning dj at wold Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five, going on fifteen I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D
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keepin the hits pumpin' that keep your heart thumpin' Couldn't resist: Baby, if you've ever wondered, Wondered whatever became of me, I'm living on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati, wkrp. Got kind of tired packing and unpacking, Town to town and up and down the dial Maybe you and me were never meant to be, But baby think of me once in awhile. I'm at wkrp in Cincinnati. OHIO!
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All this energy callin' meBack where it comes from It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs All the little kids goin' up on the skits go Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Momma knows, but she don't care,she's got her worries too Seven kids, and a phony affair, and the rent is due All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Livin' in sin with a safety pin goin' Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! I got some records from World War II I play 'em just like me grand dad do He was a rocker, and I am too Now Cleveland rocks, Now Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! OHIO
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...one can easily see the stars when looking up from the upper berth... Look...there's a shooting star named Hollyhikes, and a nice comet named Richlydeserved! Make a song outta that, please, and I'll dance. geoupperdeckrocksmeister
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Man he lost a lot of weight! And he makes a good Sub for Bob Barker on the Price is Right! Detriot Rocks as well... I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do I got to Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get down Everybody's gonna leave their seat You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get down Everybody's gonna leave their seat Getting late I just can't wait Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road First I drink, then I smoke Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get down Everybody's gonna leave their seat Movin' fast, doin' 95 Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow I feel so good, I'm so alive I hear my song playin' on the radio It goes Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get down Everybody's gonna leave their seat Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes Oh my God, no time to turn I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die Why Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get up Everybody's gonna leave their seat
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Long Island band....the Good Rats..... Frequented bars from Montauk, north to Rochester..... Claim to fame, lead singer plays a baseball bat and metal garbage can and throws big rubber rats at the audience..... Booed off stage 1987 Silver Stadium Rochester opening for Grateful Dead..... highlight Brent Mydland Green Onions..... There's a thing that every band should be knowing It's a basic law of rockin' and rollin' Here what I am telling you In a land that been known for it's mobiles Now it's Kiss and Seager who are it's big wheels I wanna be one too We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit This is what I do to make myself famous Make this band a household word on Uranus Headline in Cobo hall We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit We're making it, breaking it, shaking it Taking it to the great lake with it We're taking it to Detroit
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now those Dead fans can be one tough crowd... One, two, three One, two, three Got to know how to pony Like Bony Maronie Got to do the Watusi Like my little Lucy Got to roll your back Cause I like it like that Got to do the jerk Now watch me work Ugh, come on, feels good I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Everybody help, come on Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Down in the alley With Long Tall Sally Do the mash potato Do the Alligator Put you hands on your hips Let your backbone slip Do the Detroit Breakdown, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Motor City Shakedown Now hold on, uh, can ya do it, so fine, now listen I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Everybody help me Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Uh, come on! I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Everybody help me Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Down in the alley With Long Tall Sally [Unintelligible] Somebody help me [Unintelligible] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thank You
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ha! I was there and I was laughing when they threw the rats backhas a nice ring to it "Booed off the stage"
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Nice story, nice to see ya!
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it was a good day... The path you tread is narrow And the drop is sheer and very high The ravens all are watching From a vantage point nearby Apprehension creeping Like a tube train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end Will the final cuplet rhyme And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me A butterfly with broken wings Is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in There's nowhere you can hide Your manager and agent Are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs To magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plain The leaves are heavy round your feet You hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range And Doctor Strange is always changing size And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me I got lucky #13
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Just seems appropriate to spin an oldie, circa 1971 from a nice cat... Morning has broken like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning, Praise for them springing fresh from the world. Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven, Like the first dewfall on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, Sprung in completeness where his feet pass. Mine is the sunlight, Mine is the morning, Born of the one light Eden saw play. Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning, God's recreation of the new day. Morning has broken... Word on the streets is that Cat Stevens read the lyrics in an old hymn book, and wrote the chords, putting it to melody... Sun is shining, Sunshine Daydreamers!
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yes indeed, that sly cat indeed did borrow lyrics from an old Hymnal... No matter, it's not like My Sweet Lord or Ice, Ice Baby....or is it? Best I can reckon, there was an interview with Ian Anderson who compared Beethoven's Fifth, Smoke on the Water and Aqualung......same 5 notes played in different sequence....nothing is new, it's redefined.... Take me across the water 'cause I need some place to hide I done the rancher's daughter and I sure did hurt his pride aha Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah Well there's a hundred miles of desert lies between his hide and mine I don't need no food and no water, Lord, 'cause I'm running out of time Fightin', killin', wine and women, gonna put me to my grave Runnin', hidin', losin', cryin', nothing left to save But my life Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah Stood on a ridge and shunned religion thinking the world was mine I made my break and a big mistake stealin' when I should've been buyin' All that fightin', killin', wine and those women, gonna put me to an early grave Runnin', hidin', losin', cryin', nothing left to save But my life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, So I stood on a ridge and shunned religion thinking the world was mine I made my break and a big mistake stealin' when I should've been buyin' I was stealin' when I should've been buyin' I was stealin' when I should've been buyin' yeah Stealin' when I should've been buyin' [repeat with ad lib vocals]
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It was a good weekend! Matt and I went hiking for the first time since FTW... Only hiked 4 miles...Im outta shape! now Holly's playin' the Hollies: Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella All that summer we enjoyed it Wind and rain and shine That umbrella, we employed it By August, she was mine Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought Other people stared as if we were both quite insane Someday my name and hers are going to be the same That's the way the whole thing started Silly but it's true Thinkin' of a sweet romance Beginning in a queue Came the sun the ice was melting No more sheltering now Nice to think that that umbrella Led me to a vow Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought Other people stared as if we were both quite insane Someday my name and hers are going to be the same Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella All that summer we enjoyed it Wind and rain and shine That umbrella, we employed it By August, she was mine
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Another week begun, another month nearly over.... the guy who wrote this tune was the bassist in 10cc, Graham Gouldman....quite a talented songwriter and musician..... Look through any window yeah, what do you see? Smilin' faces all around rushin' through the busy town (Where do they go) movin' on their way Walkin' down the highways and the by-ways (Where do they go) movin' on their way People with their shy ways and their sly ways Oh you can see the little children all around Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you Look through any window yeah, any time of day See the drivers on the roads pullin' down their heavy loads (Where do they go) movin' on their way Drivin' down highways and the by-ways (Where do they go) movin' on their way Drivers with their shy ways and their sly ways Oh you can see the little children all around Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you Look through any window yeah, what do you see? Smiling faces all around rushin' through the busy town (Where do they go) Movin' on their way Movin' on their way Movin' on their way
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Yes, the summer is fading fast...getting dark earlier day by day. August was in a hurry! Came and went in the blink of an eye. I've gone flying, trying to reach you You've been hiding, riding me to a state like this Give me that window to Give me that window to Give me that window to the world We are sailing, flailing through the ether You've been trailing, failing me with your view of bliss A little more than this A little less than that You've got magic in your hands A little more like this A little less like that I've got magic in my hands Give me that window to Give me that window to Give me that window to the world You've conspired, inspired me to find a place like this Give me that window to Give me that window to Give me that window to the world
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Nothing says late summer to me like this guy..... Don't know why, but when I hear his music I think of early evening sunsets, clear blue sky days, and crisp nights.... BTW Happy 70th Birthday Van Morrison.... Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street Got in my nose As we carried our ladders down the street With the wrought-iron gate rows I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work. Oh, Sam was up on top And I was on the bottom with the v We went for lemonade and Paris buns At the shop and broke for tea I collected from the lady And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out I was blowing saxophone on the weekend In that down joint. What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six) I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone" I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen Curiosity killed the cat Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road" What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows...
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and Karma's Hitchhikers I got one two three four Five, six, six, six Running round the neighborhood Perjorative, "Jinx." he said the groom's Down on me cuz he ate the rice It was well intentioned but bad advice Hell yeah, yeah, yeah Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4] Open the curtain and let in some sky it's almost half past two, and you can tell by the light Open your window, and let in the atmosphere! Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4] Open the curtain and let in some sky it's almost half past two, and you can tell by the light Open your window, and let in the atmosphere! Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4] I was inverted, I mean converted I mean I don't understand and Many More to Mr. Morrison!
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There's a man working in a fieldSees the rain and it's burning He's saying this can't be real As he sees the color Of the fields turning Far away, the men too busy Getting rich to care Close their eyes and Let it all out into the air Hoping nobody else would care Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window To see what's going on In the air around you There's a man working on a boat Pulling lines from the water Just trying to stay afloat, ohh Filling the nets is getting harder Far away, they bend The rules so secretly Close their eyes and Let it all out into the sea Hoping nobody else would see Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window To see what's going on In the air around you Far away, too many leaders Let them get their way Close their eyes and Let it all out into the bay Say they'll clear it up another day Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window To see that's going on In the air around you (Look out) Look out for the big boys Telling you everything They're gonna do (Look out) Look out for the fat cat builder man Turning this into a waste land (Look out) Look out for the back room boys That say the smoke is gonna blow away (Look out) Look out for the men Who say it's okay sitting In a building far away
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this browser is no longer supported...please upgrade... (rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco [singing] Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (yeah) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky [singing] I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (what?) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! [singing] 'gainst my window (huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) [singing] 'gainst my window (yo) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) [singing] 'gainst my window (break it down baby) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) [singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [ fades out ]
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rainTelling me just what a fool I've been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again The only girl I care about has gone away Looking for a brand new start But little does she know That when she left that day Along with her she took my heart Rain please tell me now does that seem fair For her to steal my heart away when she don't care I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away The only girl I care about has gone away Looking for a brand new start But little does she know that when she left that day Along with her she took my heart [Instrumental Interlude] Rain won't you tell her that I love her so Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Telling me just what a fool I've been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again Oh, listen to the falling rain Pitter pater, pitter pater Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain Pitter pater, pitter patter
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now it's raining here for real... When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window Reminds of her When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window It was raining hard The trees looked bare the night I met her She was wet her hands were cold The wind blew through her hair Though I'd known her quite a long time We were just good friends So it didn't seem so strange Inviting her back home We sat by the fire The flames brought out something in her Melting all the cold Projecting warmth I never knew As the rain beat on my window Did she understand That in the glow of dying embers Everything was planned Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter We made love later on that night While the rain beat on my window I can't forget the things that happened While the rain beat down on my window Next time I saw her I knew she didn't want to know me If I disappointed her I think she should have told me Can't she understand I only tried to be a man She made me feel so ashamed Of everything I am When I hear pitter-patter The rain on the window Reminds of her
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It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to knowYou are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before. It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low. It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune. Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time. Talk, talk, talk, talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us... But I know that I love you so. But I know that I love you so These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall. It's just a little rain oh yeah
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oh damn! If the thunder dont get ya... IT'S STORMIN' Can you hear my rainy day song Callin' from the street below Baby, since I've been without you Well, it's the only song I know And I keep hearing rainy day songs Tappin' on my window sill Some that soon won't be forgotten And some that probably never will Say, I know You never did believe in rainbows But hey, you know The sun is somehow gonna shine And babe, We only have to look And we can find it, If we want to If we need to It's just another rainy day song Played beneath the sorry sky And when I try to understand it I only end up askin' why But still I hear those rainy day songs Callin' out to me and you I only hope that you can hear them 'Cause rainy days are made for two Say, you know There's always gonna be a rainbow And hey, you know That sun is always gonna shine Come on babe, We only have to look And we can find it If we want to If we need to Can you hear that rainy day song It's such a lost and lonely sound But baby, when I have you near me Rainy days can't get me down Babe I need to have you near me 'Cause it's rainy days That get me down Babe I got to have you near me So rainy days don't get me down Have a great evening! Short week this time around...Wednesday= Friday. Woo Hoo!
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Oh, it's a long long whileFrom May to December But the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you Oh, the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you
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I'll be alone each and every nightWhile you're away, don't forget to write Bye-bye, so long, farewell Bye-bye, so long See you in September See you when the summer's through Here we are (bye, baby, goodbye) Saying goodbye at the station (bye, baby, goodbye) Summer vacation (bye, baby bye, baby) Is taking you away (bye, baby, goodbye) Have a good time but remember There is danger in the summer moon above Will I see you in September
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We watched National Lampoons Summer Vacation last nigh...so funny when they go through St. Louis and get lost on the north side then their hubcaps are all stolen. Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing. As we danced in the night, Remember how the stars stole the night away Ba de ya - say do you remember Ba de ya - dancing in September Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu Ba duda, badu, ba duda My thoughts are with you Holding hands with your heart to see you Only blue talk and love, Remember how we knew love was here to stay Now December found the love we shared in September. Only blue talk and love, Remember the true love we share today Ba de ya - say do you remember Ba de ya - dancing in September Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day There was a Ba de ya - say do you remember Ba de ya - dancing in September Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days The bell was ringing, aha Our souls were singing Do you remember Never a cloudy day There was a Ba de ya - say do you remember Ba de ya - dancing in September Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day There was a Ba de ya - say do you remember Ba de ya - dancing in September Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days Ba de ya de ya de ya Ba de ya de ya de ya ba de ya de ya de ya De ya Ba de ya de ya de ya Ba de ya de ya de ya ba de ya de ya de ya
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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...
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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.
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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......
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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!
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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!
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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"?
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Jake's Leg, no..... Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations.....yes ma'am, very enjoyable Ain't got no phone?.....damn girl....guess you're incommunicado..... well I reckon a request for Call Me is out of the question then.... But there's always Dire Straits Telegraph Road.... Or better yet, Paul Simon's Why Don't You Write Me..... Instead I will leave you with a little Allen Touissaint gem..... I danced to it at our wedding..... Enjoy..... The worst person I know Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law She worries me so Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law If she leaves us alone we would have a happy home Sent from down below Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law I come home with my pay Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law She AX me what I MADE Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law She thinks her advice is a contribution but if she will leave that will be the solution and don't come back no more Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law SATAN (Sin) should be her name Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law To me there about the same Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Every time I open my mouth She steps in and tries to put me out How could she stoop so low Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
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Boy you nailed that one on the head! Finally the cord is cut...Gotta get my own phone plan...Baseball game is the priority tonight though... RV&RR plays @ 4am on PBS here. Gotta stay up real late or get up real early to catch it. Used to be on Sunday nights. I Love that show. Those guys are from Kansas City. So by the selection, do you have a MIL from hell too? There I was with no resentment, life without regrets Deep inside was sheer contentment - till the day we met Feel as though my whole world now is full of pain and strife Since the day that I first met: the mother of my wife Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law To the floor I tried to stick her, and sneak out of the room I bought her a bumper sticker: "My other car's a broom" You don't know what she's like, and one day I told 'er At least you're well-balanced, got a chip on either shoulder Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law You don't know what she's like Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law Mother-in-law bout fell out my chair...
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My mother in law has passed into the ether. funny thing....time and death heal all wounds...no, we did not click, not once not never. But looking back, I could have been nicer, forgiving, more understanding...maybe???? She could have as well, but in the end we can only control our own actions.... See Miami, I got to an age and a place in life where when I look around I don't see me anymore...I see a bigger picture that I am in, I am just no longer in the center of the photo, kinda like the one Matt posted on SD....nice memories btw, of the crowd meandering from the Hilton to Soldier with your face to the left....half there....that btw is a great photo.....As are they all... So, in keeping with the theme I give you a little Leon Russell.... I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you I know your image of me is what I hope to be, I've treated you unkindly But girl can't you see, there's no one more important to me So darling can't you please see through me, 'cause we're alone now And I'm singing my song for you, you taught me precious secrets The truth with holding nothing, you came out in front And I was hiding, oh, but now I'm so much better, So if my words don't come together, listen to the melody 'Cause my love is in there hiding I love you in a place where there is no space or time, I love you for my life You are a friend of mine, and when my life is over Remember, remember, remember when we were together And we are alone now, and I was singing this song to you We were alone, and I was singing, yeah singing We were alone, and I was singing this song for you Singing my song, I'm singing my song for you.... Glad you are getting your own phone, if you change the number send it on home to me..... And you n Matt enjoy the old ball game......
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All I ever wanted from the relationship with my mother in law was mutual respect...I have never had an adult or child for that matter speak to me the way she does. She gives me no respect and we cannot even communicate on the most basic level. It is very frustrating- I dont have bad blood with anyone else, ever. There is no real perfection There'll be no perfect day Just love is our connection The truth in what we say There's no good revolution Just power changing hands There is no straight solution Except to understand So listen to my song of life You don't need a gun or a knife Successful conversation will take you very far There is no real perfection There'll be no perfect man Just peace is our connection For giving all you can There's no good kind of killing Just power taking life It's all good blood that's spilling To make a bigger knife So listen to my song of life You don't need a gun or a knife Successful conversation can take you very far Successful conversation can take you very far So listen to my song of life You don't need a gun or a knife Successful conversation can take you very far Successful conversation can take you very far Successful conversation will take you very far
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If what you're saying is true....and it likely is.....sing her this.... You're breakin' my heart You're tearing it apart So fuck you All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue You won't boogaloo, Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooohhh You're breakin' my heart, You're tearing it apart But fuck you You're breakin' my heart You're tearing it apart, boo-hoo You stepped on my ass You're breakin' my glasses too You won't drive my car, might be a star I've had enough of you I'm goin' insane There's no one to blame So fuck you You can't have your way There's nothing left to say There's nothing left to do, ooooohhh You're breakin' my heart You're tearing it apart So fuck you You gotta have your way There's nothing left to say There's nothing left to do, ooooowww You're breakin' my heart You're tearing it apart But I love you Maybe not, but I do know that mean people suck!
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For Sure! I'd sing her this one...but I cant even call her... Look inside Look inside your tiny mind Now look a bit harder 'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor So you say It's not okay to be gay Well I think you're just evil You're just some racist who can't tie my laces Your point of view is medieval Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate And it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Do you get Do you get a little kick out of being slow-minded? You want to be like your father It's approval you're after Well that's not how you find it Do you Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful? 'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be You're losing control of it and it's really distasteful Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Fuck you You say, you think we need to go to war Well you're already in one, 'Cause its people like you That need to get slew No one wants your opinion Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you Fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Matt will take photos tonight and We get a new Dead shirt! I dont really care much about baseball but my friend who couldnt make it to Chicago is coming and hopefully there will be many new Heads to meet. Thanks for lending your ear rrrgrrr! Hope you have a great holiday weekend! I'll send my digits when I get everything straight.
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It's too late to hate..... So let's take this back.... Enjoy the Cards tribute to the Dead....God do I miss Lou Brock...before your time I know...1968 world series..... This is really how the song goes.... Katie Casey was baseball mad, Had the fever and had it bad. Just to root for the home town crew, Ev'ry soul Katie knew..... On a Saturday her young beau Called to see if she'd like to go To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No, I'll tell you what you can do:" Chorus Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd; Just buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game. Katie Casey saw all the games, Knew the players by their first names. Told the umpire he was wrong, All along, Good and strong. When the score was just two to two, Katie Casey knew what to do, Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the gang sing this song And fuck your mother in law if you so choose, but life is short and people are complicated...happy Labor Day! Ain't no time to hate...
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But I move just like Lou Brock, With speed Im agile, plus Im worth your while.... I dont really hate her, just cant stand her.. PEACE OUT!!! Let's Play Ball!
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Hit it outta the park!!!!!!!!