PastaJoe

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands should be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Who wants to buy this diamond ring? She took it off her finger, now it doesn't mean a thing This diamond ring doesn't shine for me anymore And this diamond ring doesn't mean what it meant before So if you've got someone whose love is true Let it shine for you

I let it fly in the breeze And get caught in the trees Give a home for the fleas in my hair A home for fleas A hive for the buzzin' bees (buzzin' beeeeeeeesssss) A nest for birds There ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder Of my... Hairs (Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair!) Grow it, show it Long as I can grow it My hair

This is our fork in the road Love's last episode There's nowhere to go, oh no You made your choice Now it's up to me To bow out gracefully Though you hold the key, but baby Whenever you call me, I'll be there Whenever you want me, I'll be there Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be around

When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head

Last night, as I got home about a half past ten There was the woman I thought I knew In the arms of another man I kept my cool, I ain't no fool Let me tell ya what happened then I packed some clothes and I walked out And I ain't goin' back again So, take a letter, Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gotta start a new life Oh, take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life

See the curtains hangin' in the window In the evening on a Friday night A little light a-shinin' through the window Lets me know everything's all right Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowin' though the jasmine in my mind

Al Pacino - Godfather I & II George C. Scott -Patton Robert DeNiro - The Deer Hunter Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight Jane Darwell - The Grapes of Wraith

It's the time of the season When love runs high In this time, give it to me easy And let me try with pleasured hands

I wonder I wo-wo-wo wonder Why... why-why-why-why-why She ran away And I wonder where she will stay My little runaway My run-run-run-run runaway

Ninety-nine red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky The ninety-nine red balloons go by

Well, how can I forget you girl? When there is always something there to remind me Always something there to remind me I was born to love her and I will never be free You'll always be a part of me

Band on the run, band on the run And the county judge who held a grudge Will search forever more For the band on the run, the band on the run

I got to see a double header at the Aud. First game was the Harlem Globetrotters vs the Washington Generals, followed by the Braves vs Bill Walton and the Portland Trail Blazers.

Your skin is fine china White as winter snows Your lips are always shining Turning up your nose Face dances tonight Fate chances moonlight Face dances tonight Fate chances moonlight

Poor and hungry people do desperate things at times. But the shoplifters are a minority compared to the people just wanting to pay for nearby groceries.

You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down

You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real p**sy wagon Greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile (Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin') Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials You are supreme, the chicks'll cream, for greased lightnin'

Well goodbye baby Yeah, well take my hand I don't want no woman, no Who can't have no man But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble Poor me, anymore

If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're goin' my way Well, I wanna drive it all night long