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And I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole No one could steer me right but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading, I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried

So make us all laugh, make us all cry Make us all give, make us all try Give us the secret show us the lie We'll strike up the music and light up the sky Oh, if I was a lion Well I could be the king of all the plain Oh, and if I was an eagle Well maybe I could fly above the rain Fly above the pain But I know I'm only fooling

Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been? I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear

Here come old flat top He come grooving up slowly He got joo joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please

Day after day, alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer

My concern with resigning Poyer despite his high level of performance WHEN available is that his limited availability this year may be a harbinger of the things to come, the things that come with NFL players of advancing age. At an age when most players bodies begin to betray them, this is Poyer's 4th or 5th separate injury this year. Is this just what life with a aging Poyer will look like going forward? Will Beane pay big bucks for more years of that? Be it Benford, a trade or a draft choice, I suspect Beane will be diligent in pursuit of an answer with that in mind.

Wilson was awful. He did pad stats late in game though.

Tom Brady. Sorry, living in southwest Florida, I still can't put it aside. So many other good mentions already; Lewan, Kelce, Mac Jones etc. But if I can add one single name to this list it HAS to be Mike Vrabel. The sight of him just puts me in a bad mood.

I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, no, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, no, I'm not down

As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head Breaks the analogue And says Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul

I'm the gypsy, the acid queen Pay me before I start I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed To mend his aching heart

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds

I just wrote a check and went into crisis while writing the date.

The way that you hold me Whenever you hold me There's some kind of magic inside you That keeps me from runnin' But just keep it comin' How'd you learn to do the things you do? And nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you

If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

Why do you come here? And why, why do you hang around? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh Why do you come? Why do you telephone? And why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry

Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb You know better but I know him Like I told you, what I said Steal your face right off your head

Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love And guess from their cries you were listening to a fight Well you know, hate's just the last thing they're thinking of They're only trying to make it through the night I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn It's just that I have gotten used to having you around My landscape would be empty if you were gone

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades With her mythical Madonnas still walking in their shades Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food And the band plays 'In the Mood'

When I saw it, I was amazed One-time glory right in my gaze I saw the sorrow, I saw the joy Light in the darkness none could destroy I am the sole survivor Sole survivor Sole survivor Solitary fire

Blue Sunshine

Here come those tears again Just when I was getting over you Just when I was going to make it through Another night without missing you Thinking I might just be strong enough after all When I hear your footsteps echoing in the hall

Give me one moment in time When I'm more than I thought I could be When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away And the answers are all up to me Give me one moment in time When I'm racing with destiny Then in that one moment of time I will feel I will feel eternity

Never realized the passing hours of evening showers Slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn outplayed by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning Damn it listen to me good I'm sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time Thank God my music is still alive

Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11 Marx was skint - but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!