SinceThe70s

How will that differ from the past 30 years?

Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourinesThey were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his nameAs the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fallYou can see their shadow by the light of the moonThey had heard the gypsys callOoh, ooh, Hurry Sundown

I've been trying To justify you. In the end I will Just defy you. To those who understand, I extend my hand. To the doubtful I demand Take me as I am.

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunderWe belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen underWhatever we deny or embrace for worse or for betterWe belong, we belong, we belong together

Why should I careIf I have to cut my hair?I've got to move with the fashionOr be outcast

I looked in the mirror today My eyes just didn't seem so bright I've lost a few more hairs I think I'm, I'm going bald

Can't disagree, but I hope you haven't been holding it in this whole time. lol

Anything Kathy Griffin ever appeared in

You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast And you’ve been hoping this year will be better than the last You said you’ve been waging a war against the loneliest of nights With the strongest drinks and longest lines It’s not that big a surprise That you’re feeling more dead than alive

SNY is replaying the 1969 WS this week starting tonight at 7:30.

I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller That's what I am Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' Is all I understand

Is it any wonder I reject you first? Fame, fame, fame, fame Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool? (fame) Fame, bully for you, chilly for me Got to get a rain check on pain (fame)

Yes indeed, here we are! At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast Where I stole the mar-juh-reen An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine I saw a handsome parish lady Make her entrance like a queen Why, she was totally chenille And her old man was a Marine As she abused a sausage pattie And said why don't you treat me mean? (Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!) At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast (Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!) Where I stole the mar-juh-reen

Oh, ho, ho It's magic you know Never believe, it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe, it's not so

I've been swimmin' in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening (Really happening) Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

Well I don't care about history Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school 'Cause that's not where I wanna be Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school I just wanna have some kicks I just wanna get some chicks Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school

So be true to your school nowJust like you would to your girl or guyBe true to your school nowAnd let your colors fly

Slipping away, just a heartbeat from disasterNothing could make me stay, close your eyes and I'll be gone

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side innSits a local barstool warrior, talking to his ginTreating past decisions, he motions for a shotIs he doomed to be a man this world forgot?

And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to fourTry to make a guarantee, try to make points on the doorNo one tells us what to do, no one tells us where to goOne more bottle for this happy hour hero

Workin' for a livin', livin' and workin' I'm taking what they're giving 'cause I'm workin' for a livin'

This is the first one that I thought of:

Well, the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now They got their surfboards and they're going to the discotheque a-go-go But she just couldn't stay, she had to break away Well New York City really has it all oh yeah, oh yeah

Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee Fifty million people out in front of me Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while Rain's coming down I can't see a thing Radio's broken so I'm whistling New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles It's not right, It's not fair I'm still a mess, And you still don't care I go to work, I come back home But you're still gone, And I'm still alone And the little red light's not blinking No, no the little red light's not blinking No, no the little red light's not blinking On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone Oh no (RIP Adam Schlesinger)

Take this job and shove itI ain't working here no moreMy woman done left and took all the reasonsI was working forYou better not try to stand in my way'Cause I'm walkin' out the doorTake this job and shove itI ain't working here no more