PastaJoe

Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip sliding away

So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go 'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane Don't know when I'll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go

Digital Underground -The Humpty Dance

The late 60s - early 70s. The Vietnam War - Woodstock era of political protest and counterculture songs. Some of the best work by the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and the emergence of groups like Santana and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. No other era produced so much quality work by iconic groups.

I can't hold back, I'm on the edge (I can't hold back) Your voice explodes inside my head I can't hold back, I won't back down Girl it's too late to turn back now

This game is more interesting than I thought I’d be.

That could get overturned. Looks like the ball was under the Jets lineman when he was touched by a Bill.

Loadin' coal, loadin' coal I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole Never get rich for to save my soul And forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal

We were lost in a moment Maybe you didn't notice I give my thoughts to you Don't ask for more We've shared some moments But that's really all And in my heart I fear you need much more

I know a place Where the music is fine, and the lights are always low I know a place Where we can go Yes, I do

Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could Little things I should have said and done I never took the time You were always on my mind You were always on my mind

My favorite black and white movie is The Grapes of Wraith. A story of the common people persevering over adversity.

Maybe somewhere down the road a ways (At the end of the line) You'll think of me, and wonder where I am these days (At the end of the line, end of the line) Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays (At the end of the line) Purple haze

So true funny how it seems Always in time, but never in line for dreams Head over heels when toe to toe This is the sound of my soul This is the sound I bought a ticket to the world But now I've come back again Why do I find it hard to write the next line? Oh, I want the truth to be said

Well, I started out Down a dirty road Started out all alone And the sun went down As I crossed the hill And the town lit up The world got still I'm learning to fly But I ain't got wings Coming down Is the hardest thing

Give me just another night, just another night with you Give me just another kiss, just before the dawn breaks through 'Cause I'm homesick, feel a little down and blue And I'm hurting, hurting baby just like you

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

I come home one particular evening The landlady said you got the rent money yet? I said no, can't find no job Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent She said I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job Said I seen you today you was standin' on a corner Leaning up against a post I said but I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day She said that don't confront me Long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent And out the door I went

Well I'm a crawling king snake, baby Crawl up on your door Crawl up to your window, baby Crawl up on your floor I do anything I want to, baby Crawl up on your door Crawling king snake And I'm going

Sure, from the people who blame every bad play on the refs. 🙄

You know if that was a Bills player everyone would be losing their mind. Show some objectivity.

That’s too much for just shoving a guy. The penalty was enough.

Whistling tunes We hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes We're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears

I bless the day I found you I wanna stay around you And so I beg you, let it be me Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever, let it be me

All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dreams Seems that all I really was doing Was waiting for you Just like little girls and boys Playing with their little toys Seems like all they really were doing Was waiting for love