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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!!

I want somebody who cares For me passionately With every thought And with every breath Someone who'll help me see things In a different light All the things I detest I will almost like I don't want to be tied To anyone's strings I'm carefully trying to stay clear of those things

If I ever want to fly Mulholland Drive I am alive Hollywood is under me I'm Martin Sheen I'm Steve McQueen I'm Jimmy Dean You are the star tonight Your sun electric, outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight

Come to my window Crawl inside Wait by the light of the moon Come to my window I'll be home soon

Been down so long, getting up didn't cross my mind But I knew there was a better way of life, and I was just trying to find You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure 'Cross 110th Street is a hell of a tester

Well we all fall in love But we disregard the danger Though we share so many secrets There are some we never tell Why were you so surprised That you never saw the stranger? Did you ever let your lover see The stranger in yourself?

Look out of any window Any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed One afternoon long ago

Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band Just like New York City, just like Jericho Pace the halls and climb the walls and get out when they blow Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose? Ramble on baby, settle down easy Ramble on Rose

I said: Hey, Sister Moonshine Won't you send me a little sun I said: Hey, Sister Moonshine I'm a stranger to everyone 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

I've been walkin' these streets so long Singin' the same old song I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway Where hustle's the name of the game And nice guys get washed away like the snow in the rain

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitations And in the middle of the celebrations I break down Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time

I remember when Al Cowlings was just another first round bust. I remember when other first round picks cried when we drafted them. I remember when still other first round pics defected to Canada when we drafted them. Finally, two words to sum it all up: Aaron Mabin

This completely matches McBeane's philosophy.

It's just a question of if CMC pushes a rival from beyond their current limitations to a point that makes life more difficult for The Bills. I don't think anyone with a pair of eyes will ever confuse Tua with Josh. But, begrudgingly give the man his due. When healthy, he has proven that he can deliver the ball to a wide open receiver. Currently, Miami is just cutting their teeth on finding ways to scheme Hill, Waddle and Giesieki into the type of wide open receivers that Tua is able to find and deliver the ball to. When you add CMC, that gets easier for them and harder for us to defend. The same principals apply to KC. No sweeping conclusions here, just a question to think about. I would not give a first in any scenario, but a third, Motor and maybe some other ways to get creative and avoid future salary cap questions, yeah I'd like to see BB have that conversation. To me, its an interesting void to scream into.

Would your offer change if you suspected that Miami and or KC was also in the bidding?

Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay? Or even yesterday?

You know, I was at a game in Miami once and Joe Ferguson threw for 400 yards and 4 TDs. Hmmmm. Should we bring him baaaack? Josh couldn't do that in Miami just a few weeks ago. When will that kid develop?

This! Talking Proud song, waving Whammy Weenies, smoking a pack of cigarettes by halftime and the doing the wave at least once during every series of downs, defined the game day "in stadium experience" in 1980 and 1981. And we loved it! Lol...

But oh, how it feels so real Lying here, with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today