PastaJoe

On the lake where drooped the willow Long time ago Where the rock threw back the billow Brighter than snow Dwelt a maid beloved and cherished By high and low But with autumn leaf she perished Long time ago

Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I've had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that's gone Strangled by the wishes of pater Hoping for the arms of mater Get to me the sooner or later I'll keep holding on I'll keep holding on

Guess who just got back today Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, had much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy They were askin' if you were around How you was, where you could be found Told them you were livin' downtown Drivin' all the old men crazy The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town

Smokin' in the boys room We're smokin' in the boys room Nah, teacher don't you fill me up with your rule 'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

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 I need a love to keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy

On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up Said "leave this one alone" She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone

When you're alone and life is making you lonely You can always go Downtown When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry Seems to help, I know Downtown

And there's so much time to make up Everywhere you turn Time we have wasted on the way So much water moving Underneath the bridge Let the water come and carry us away

Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone

If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost, you can't see

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'

I could maybe see holding for having his hand around his head. But no way was that a facemask.

Rooting for the Chiefs. The playoffs are more interesting when they’re in it.

Jesus, take the wheel Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance And save me from this road I'm on Jesus, take the wheel

Burt Meyer, who created the classic games Lite-Brite, Rock’em Sock’em Robots, and Mouse Trap, passed away at age 99. https://www.aol.com/articles/designer-behind-lite-brite-mouse-214600661.html