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Di'Anno: Remember Tomorrow Dickinson: Hallowed Be Thy Name

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Queensryche was a favorite of mine. I bought their EP on a whim when it first came out and it blew me away. Eventually their career arc led them to Silent Lucidity, but before that they were much better. Including a cringe-worthy video of the song that started it all for me:

The Post went with Broadway Sam in the title so at least they were paying attention.

I'm a huge fan of ZZ. Gotsta Get Paid and Head In Mississippi are examples of greatness shining through after their best days were past. Here's a lesser known ZZ song worth a listen:

Who changes your light bulbs for you?

Lying? Only you would know that. I'm on the side that you're wrong. I didn't see a gimmick offense at all. I saw an offense with a mindset to dominate. Which they did.

Jesus Just Left Chicago ...cause taking care of business is his name

Woke up this morning, started to sneeze I had a cigarette and a cup of tea I looked in the mirror what did I see A nine stone weakling with knobbly knees I did my knees bend press ups touch my toes I had another sneeze and I blew my nose I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed Surely there must be a way For me to change the shape I'm in Dissatisfied is what I am I want to be a better man Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman

Sustained success would be better, but I'd be fine with a sucky GM with a SB ring.

'It shouldn't be a shock' is true of the vast majority of NFL games. And sometimes when it should be a shock it is.

With the help of God and true friends, I come to realize I still had two strong legs, and even wings to fly. And I, ain't wastin time no more 'Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things.

Watched it tonight with my boys. What a fun movie. True story: back in the 90's I rented a basement apartment with a backyard entrance for a few years. Backyard was pretty big with a shed in the back corner. I had a spot to park my car on the side of the house. One Saturday morning there was a knock on my door which was highly unusual. Was asked if I could move my car and lo and behold out of the shed comes a classic car. I'm not a car guy, but knew that the last time I'd seen one was Gumball - a blue Cobra.

This one stuck with me. Finally got around to showing it to my wife and she laughed her @ss off. Thanks.

Well, I never kept a dollar past sunset It always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy

Mr. Cab Driver, don't like the way I look He don't like dreads, he thinks we're all crooks Mr. Cab Driver, reads too many story books

Young or Vince?

I voted more than 3 games to help you feel better about the point I think you are trying to make.

Whatever happened to the coffin corner punt? I have to assume that analytics revealed that taking your chance on the bounce and downing it was a better option. If so, it's time to retrain our punter and buck the trend.

I'm on a mexican radio I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana

Sounds to me like you have utter disdain for the music of the 80's. Which is not me saying anything bad about the Jim Carroll Band.

I heard an interesting radio call-in today. Caller said he was black and had been a CB at URI years ago.A white safety on URI (Chris) got into it with a Hofstra WR. Another Hofstra player told the CB to settle down his safety after the safety broke out the n word. The callers point was that he didn't believe Garrett based on his own experience of what would happen. Take it for what it's worth, but caller sounded legit. It was telling to me that he named the player - I thought it was subtle to call out Chris without over-shadowing his point.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me 'earties, yo ho

When Irish eyes are smiling Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing

Well, the Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah