PastaJoe

When the truth is found to be lies And all the joy within you dies Don't you want somebody to love Don't you need somebody to love Wouldn't you love somebody to love You better find somebody to love

Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? I can't help it

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world

The depth of hula groove moves us to the nth hoop We're gonna groove to Horton Hears a Who-who I couldn't ask for another No, I couldn't ask for another DJ Soul (Soul!) Was on a roll I've been told he can't be sold He's not vicious or malicious Just de-lovely and delicious I couldn't ask for another

Last night I didn't get to sleep at all The sleeping pill I took was just a waste of time I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you were on my mind Last night I didn't get to sleep at all Didn't get to sleep, no I didn't get to sleep at all

Pancho met his match you know On the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dying words Ah but that's the way it goes

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

Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'll tell you 'bout the Texas radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I watched Rocketship 7 in the morning and The Commander Tom show in the afternoon. Thank you for enriching my childhood. 😢

His promos with Gene Okerland were the best. I’d laugh when he’d call him Gene Mean.

Unfortunately it’s from the old men.

I’m retired and you couldn’t pay me enough to work again. I can understand if you need supplemental income. I feel bad when I see a person my age (62) working an hourly job. A retired friend works at a golf course on Mondays and Wednesdays mowing the fairways. But instead of cash he took a free club membership. My brother-in-law who’s a chipper 80 works driving around Buffalo delivering prescription eye glasses to various stores and customers.

According to the National Weather Service the air quality index here in Syracuse is 294 which is very unhealthy, compared to Buffalo which is 146 - unhealthy for sensitive groups.

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child Your our child, screaming wild An ancient lunatic reigns In the trees of the night

Some people have principles and won’t take blood money.

We have the same orange sky and burnt smell across Syracuse and CNY.

When I'm out in the street, girl Well, I never feel alone When I'm out in the street, girl In the crowd I feel at home The black and whites they cruise by And they watch us from the corner of their eye

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down

One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy But all I do is cry

Watching girls go passing by It ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls passing by The tales they tell of men I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on friend

She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor And she purrs like a kitten 'til the lake pipes roar And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid There's one more thing, I got the pink slip, daddy

For I have been your laughing boy (your laughing boy) I took it on the chin (your laughing boy) Accepted gracefully And all the heat that you deploy (your laughing boy) The more I take (your laughing boy) The more I break

Well we barely make the airport For the last plane out As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout They said, "don't come back here Yankee" But if I ever do I'll bring more money 'Cause all she wants to do is dance And make romance

Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me 'Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me