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Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
Practicing our night moves in the summertime, oh
In the sweet summertime -
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On 5/18/2024 at 1:26 PM, Special K said:
It was better that I thought it would be. There have been a flood of Harlan Coben adaptations on Netflix recently, mostly made on the cheap (you often see the same actors, locations, etc. in different series), but so far they stand up pretty good thanks to solid source material.
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Girl, don't go away mad
Girl, just go away
Girl, don't go away mad
Now, girl, just go away
Here we go -
And when I go away
I know my heart can stay with my love
It's understood
It's in the hands of my love
And my love does it good
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
My love does it good
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Well, going to a game in Buffalo would be road trip for me, so that's what I'm hoping to do. Barring that, probably the Indy game, depending on the date...easy drive from Chicago.
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On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night
Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness
Bound up and wound up so tight
(So tight)
So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and lightWilderness of mirrors, world of polished steel
Gears and iron chains turn the grinding wheel
I run between the shadows
Some are phantoms, some are real -
A shelter from the storm
Pacify my troubles with
Her body, soft and warm
Naked in our unity
A smile for every tear
Gentle hands that promise me
Comfort through the years
Yet I know I must be gone
Before the light of dawn
Panacea, passion pure
I can't resist your gentle lure
My heart will lie beside you
And my wandering body grieves -
Winter is here again, oh lord
Haven't been home in a year or more
I hope she holds on a little longer
Sent a letter on a long summer day
Made of silver, not of clay
Ooh, I've been runnin' down this dusty road
Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' -
The measure of a life
Is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burnedIn the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect -
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence -
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose manNo, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you'll find
You get what you need -
I've been to Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma
Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo
Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer -
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can't get unwoundI let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around -
Recently finished "Persuader" (a Jack Reacher novel), which I believe is the book that Season 3 of the show will be based on. Currently reading "Burn Book" by Kara Swisher, a long time tech reporter since the early days of the internet. The book basically dishes on all of the one-time wonderboys of the tech world who are now by and large a bunch of d-cks.
After that, I have the "3 World Problem" trilogy on deck...not sure yet if I'll read them all back-to-back or take a break with something a bit less dense in between.
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So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothin' left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Ooh, take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds
And that's what I've got to face -
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Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun go down?
You're so far away from meYou're so far away from me
So far I just can't see
You're so far away from me
You're so far away from me, alright -
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don't want to treat me the same
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah -
You can surrender without a prayer
But never really pray
Pray without surrenderYou can fight
Fight without ever winning
But never ever win
Without a fight -
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rainThe evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you're doing tonight -
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
Lyrical Response
in Off the Wall
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Mama's got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night