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I said: Hey, Sister Moonshine Won't you send me a little sun I said: Hey, Sister Moonshine I'm a stranger to everyone So make us all laugh, make us all cry Make us all give, make us all try Give us the secret show us the lie We'll strike up the music and light up the sky

I've been walkin' these streets so long Singin' the same old song I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway Where hustle's the name of the game And nice guys get washed away like the snow in the rain

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitations And in the middle of the celebrations I break down Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time

I remember when Al Cowlings was just another first round bust. I remember when other first round picks cried when we drafted them. I remember when still other first round pics defected to Canada when we drafted them. Finally, two words to sum it all up: Aaron Mabin

This completely matches McBeane's philosophy.

It's just a question of if CMC pushes a rival from beyond their current limitations to a point that makes life more difficult for The Bills. I don't think anyone with a pair of eyes will ever confuse Tua with Josh. But, begrudgingly give the man his due. When healthy, he has proven that he can deliver the ball to a wide open receiver. Currently, Miami is just cutting their teeth on finding ways to scheme Hill, Waddle and Giesieki into the type of wide open receivers that Tua is able to find and deliver the ball to. When you add CMC, that gets easier for them and harder for us to defend. The same principals apply to KC. No sweeping conclusions here, just a question to think about. I would not give a first in any scenario, but a third, Motor and maybe some other ways to get creative and avoid future salary cap questions, yeah I'd like to see BB have that conversation. To me, its an interesting void to scream into.

Would your offer change if you suspected that Miami and or KC was also in the bidding?

Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay? Or even yesterday?

You know, I was at a game in Miami once and Joe Ferguson threw for 400 yards and 4 TDs. Hmmmm. Should we bring him baaaack? Josh couldn't do that in Miami just a few weeks ago. When will that kid develop?

This! Talking Proud song, waving Whammy Weenies, smoking a pack of cigarettes by halftime and the doing the wave at least once during every series of downs, defined the game day "in stadium experience" in 1980 and 1981. And we loved it! Lol...

But oh, how it feels so real Lying here, with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Age of Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius

My friends think that I should be trying To find out who I was But I feel that road would bring me pain And too much would be lost How I am is how I'm meant to be Anyhow there's things I see more clearly Those whose heads are searching in the clouds To make discoveries and maybe fail to see What's on the ground beneath their feet, not hard to find

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul And a cross of gold But, Virginia, they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me When you were counting on your rosary

These times are so uncertain There's a yearning undefined People filled with rage We all need a little tenderness How can love survive in such a graceless age? Ah, the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness They're the very things we kill, I guess Oh, pride and competition Cannot fill these empty arms And the work I put between us, you know it doesn't keep me warm

But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms

Exactly the same games that my dad took me to. The Jets game was a hideous weather day. The Bears game was a gorgeous day. Seems like that first preseason game, the HOF game was a strike game with scabs and rookies if memory serves?

I'm a man with a clear destination I'm a man with a broad imagination You fog the mind, you stir the soul I can't find no control Catch the blue train Places never been before Look for me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Ooh, catch the blue train All the way to Kokomo You can find me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river

Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you We got a lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta work to do Forget about your woman and that water can Today were working for the man Well pick up your feet We've got a deadline to meet I'm gonna see you make it on time Don't relax I want elbows and backs I want to see everybody from behind 'Cause your working for the man working for the man You gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

I should laugh, but I cry Because your love has passed me by You took me by surprise You didn't realize but I was waiting Time goes slowly, but carries on And now the best years have come and gone You took me by surprise I didn't realize that you were laughing

Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking The trouble was started - by a young Errol Flynn Better in my day - Oh Lord! For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy (I'll go make that tea) Blood on the rooftops (too much for me) When old Mother Goose stops - they're out for 23 Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.

He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was

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 I told 'em you were livin' downtown Drivin' all the old men crazy The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)

The sun peekin' out between the leaves (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) Everything here is so clear, you can see it And everything here is so real, you can feel it And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real Can you dig it? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it. Can you dig it, baby? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it. Can you dig it, baby?

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault