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The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The king is gone but he's not forgotten Is this the tale of Johnny Rotten? It's better to burn out than to fade away The king is gone but he's not forgotten

I wanna tell you how it's gonna be You're gonna give your love to me I wanna love you night and day You know my love will not fade away You know my love will not fade away Not fade away

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away She was lookin' for the home I hope she'll find Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine

Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the danger's not real Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well-trodden corridors into the valley of steel What a surprise The look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is no bad dream

We canceled DirecTV last year because of the cost. Bought a digital antenna for local stations and watch a lot of movies and TV shows on Amazon Prime. Got a Google Chromecast to send streaming video from the computer to the TV.

When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

Coming in from London, from over the pole Flyin' in a big airliner Chickens flyin' everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer? Comin' into Los Angeles Bringin' in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please, mister customs man

There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by And there ain't no road just like it Anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

Sure, there are times when you want to be able to run no huddle (outside of the obvious two-minute situations), like sustaining a drive without letting the opposing D substitute players. I don't see that happening more than one or two drives per game, though.

They call him Lysosome 'Cause he runs so fast Runs like a junkyard dog With a brain of brass Golgi, oh, woe is me You can't even see the sea Golgi Golgi Golgi

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playin' poker on a losin' night And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes Mr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole

I saw Brent's last show - Tinley Park, IL, 1990. Their encore was The Weight, and Brent sang lead on one verse. https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/grateful-dead/1990/world-music-theatre-tinley-park-il-3d6014b.html

As long as I remember The rain's been comin' down Clouds of mystery pourin' Confusion on the ground Good men through the ages Tryin' to find the sun And I wonder, still I wonder Who'll stop the rain

It is, assuming it's crusty bread, like Italian or French.

There once was a note, pure and easy, Playing so free, like a breath rippling by The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me, Forever we blend it, forever we die I listened and I heard music in a word, And words when you played your guitar, The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, And a child flew past me riding in a star

As I was walking round Grosvenor Square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction, she was calling my eye It could be an illusion but I might as well try Might as well try

Agreed. This is nothing more than posturing. The letter is written to the players, but the message is aimed at the owners.

If they were smart, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

I hate hearing the intro to Werewolves of London and then realizing that it's Kid Rock's abomination, All Summer Long.

Or any other classic rock station in the country, for that matter. Anyone remember QFM-97? That's what 97 Rock was before they changed their name. "The Q" was true album-oriented rock (AOR) - they'd play any song from an album, not just what the record companies told them to play. Sadly, AOR only lasted about a decade. I consider myself lucky that it existed during my formative years.

I used to listen to that when I lived in the area. The top five always seemed to be Stairway to Heaven, Freebird, Born to Run, Won't Get Fooled Again, and Hotel California, in whatever order. Stairway to Heaven isn't the greatest song of all time - hell, it's not even the greatest Led Zeppelin song of all time.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK I sleep all night and I work all day He's a lumberjack and he's OK He sleeps all night and he works all day