PastaJoe

Susan

Wherever you go, I'll be with you Whatever you want, I'll give it to you Whenever you need someone To lay your heart and head upon Remember, after the fire, after all the rain I will be the flame I will be the flame

Brandy

Abraham, Martin and John

Yeah, this is my way of tellin' you That every day I'm lovin' you so much more If I should doubt myself If I'm losing ground I won't turn to someone else They'd only let me down When I wanted you to share my life I had no doubt in my mind And it's been you, woman Right down the line

Windy

Louie, Louie

Take these broken wings And learn to fly again Learn to live so free When we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up And let us in Take these broken wings

Ahab the Arab

Sad eyes, turn the other way I don't want to see you cry Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day When we would have to say "goodbye"

Jane, you say it's all over For you and me girl There's a time for love And a time for lettin' it be baby Jane, you're playin' a game called Called "hard to get" by its real name Makin' believe that you just don't feel the same Oh Jane

My friend’s son is a freshman there. He was recruited to play baseball. Then the head coach that recruited him jumped ship early before the season started. Next year he’ll be going to SUNY Oneonta which is 2 hours southeast of Syracuse.

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there

I bought a salve for my wife’s back pain. She goes to a chiropractor every other week. 1 ounce of 1,000 mg hemp extract for around $45. It’s lasted for months as she uses as needed. Usually if she’s doing gardening or sitting for too long quilting. I rub it on her sore back and she says it relieves the pain in minutes for the day.

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, oh

Your pops caught you smoking, and he says, "No way" That hypocrite smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (bust it) You gotta fight for your right to party

Playin' with the Queen of Hearts Knowin' it ain't really smart The Joker ain't the only fool Who'll do anythin' for you Layin' out another lie Thinkin' 'bout a life of crime 'Cause that's what I'll have to do To keep me away from you

So take these broken wings And learn to fly again, learn to live so free And when we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up and let us in

In the white room with black curtains near the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment

In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand, along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

Macarthur's park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down... Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that i can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And i'll never have that recipe again Oh, no!

I still get a panic attack if I go out in the ocean too deep to stand because of Jaws. SyFy: Alien was the first space movie where you were just waiting for the next startling scare. Slasher: the first Halloween. Zombie: Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things. I made the mistake of watching alone as a teen in the dark. Travel: Hostel; after seeing it I never want to vacation in Eastern Europe.

Charleston was once the rage, uh huh History has turned the page, uh huh The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh Tennybopper is our newborn king, uh huh And the beat goes on, the beat goes on

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind