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Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Maybe look into recalibrating that detector. It has a lazy thinking kind of ironic miasma about it.

Yes you have. You are simply unaware of who the potheads really are.

You're an accident waiting to happen You're a piece of glass left there on a beach. Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to Then you leave me just out of reach. Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?

Hold on to your friends Hold on to your friends Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: Oh, there just might come a time When you need some friends (Welcome back Cole!)

Shiny happy people laughing Meet me in the crowd, people, people Throw your love around, love me, love me Take it into town, happy, happy Put it in the ground where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine

Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know? Do you get what you're hoping for? When you look behind you, there's no open doors What are you hoping for? Do you know?

Mahommes did have 3 interceptions today and The Chiefs had to hold their breath as Denver almost pulled out a win after being down 3 scores. And I read above an envious comment on how KC "took care of business" today. And Bills D allows 10 points, almost maims the opposing QB with a vicious pass rush and you would think we gave up a 40 burger. I think that we all get a bit too fixated on what it has to look like, and miss the bigger picture. This was never going to be an easy game. In difficult conditions we took care of the ball and got out with a W. The other team, a very good team, cannot say the same.

The inevitable creeping effect of entitlement. Enjoy the ride.

On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept John Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone, big John (Big John, big John) Big bad John (big John)

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own

Marvin, he was a friend of mine And he could sing his song His heart in every line Marvin, sang of the joy and pain He opened up our minds And I still can hear him say Oh talk to me, so you can see, what's goin' on Say you will, sing your songs, for evermore, evermore

Just a hunch, but I don't think it's coddling at all. McDermott is firm in his culture of nobody being handed a job regardless of draft status or how they arrived on the roster. In the immortal words of The Smiths; "You just haven't earned it yet baby".

What happened here As the New York sunset disappeared I found an empty garden among the flagstones there Who lived here He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And now it all looks strange It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain

I said (can't explain) I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (can't explain) Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue The things you've said, well, maybe they're true I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again I know what it means, but Can't explain I think it's love Try to say it to you When I feel blue

Ah, fun times! A young Bills tackle, Ken Jones actually changed his number from 69 to 72 in attempt to stop/trick refs from looking to flag his number automatically on pass plays. Rule was changed to a simple 10 yard penalty in 1978. About that time, Ken Jones (coincidentally?) became one of the better tackles in the league.

Tonight Why not approach with less defiance The man who'd love to see you smile Who'd love to see you smile Tonight

It's on America's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man, look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars?

When your dreams are scattered Just like the wind blown sand And you feel, you feel you need a friend I'll be there, reach out your hand And when the tempest is raging I want you to know got a friend that's true Just like a shelter, in a time of storm I'll see you through, that's what I'll do I'll see you through your bad times I'll see you through your fears I'll see you through your hang ups Honey I'll dry all your tears

Only thing that I can think of is that early on when he was getting more looks, I noticed several times that he missed blocks and some of them he missed badly.

Technically, Baby Boomers are those born between 1946 - 1964.

You just made Lamar Jackson feel even worse about himself.

Now the verses I've sang Don't add much weight to the story in my head So I'm thinking I should go and write a punchline But they're so hard to find in my cosmic mind So I think I'll take a look out of the window When I think about you, I don't feel low Should I really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you Going for the one

Everybody had a hard year Everybody had a good time Everybody had a wet dream Everybody saw the sunshine Oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Everybody had a good year Everybody let their hair down Everybody pulled their socks up Everybody put their foot down Oh yeah