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Lost in thought and lost in time While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted Outside the rain fell dark and slow While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the moment had arrived For killing the past and coming back to life

Just so you know You will always be the hardest thing I will let go Driving past your church and all the houses in a row The feeling in my chest is fire Broken glass and wire See my smile? I’m thinking of the days Light reflecting in your eyes It was never the same

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around Get your feet up off the ground, live a little, get around Hands across the water, water Heads across the sky

More than your eye can see and ears can hear Year by year, all the sense disappears Nonsense perseveres prayers laced with fear Beware 2 triple O is near It might feel good, it might sound a lil' somethin' But damn the game if it don't mean nuttin' What is game, who got game, where's the game in life? Behind the game, behind the game

Now, when all of the bandits that you turn your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Ah, won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

'Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born, I've waved the flag

Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line. Your future dream is a shopping scheme 'Cause I wanna be anarchy, It's in the city How many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy I use anarchy 'Cause I wanna be anarchy

Nothin' shakin' on shakedown street, used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart, you just gotta poke around

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

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco, 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

Two dozen other stupid reasons Why we should suffer for this? Don't bother trying to explain them Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it Sooner or later your legs give way, you hit the ground Save it for later, don't run away and let me down Sooner or later you'll hit the deck you'll get found out Save it for later, don't runaway and let me down, you let me down

I'll be holding on And holding in One more night One more night till the morning One more night One more night till the day

Don't stop thinking about tomorrow Don't stop, it'll soon be here It'll be here better than before Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone Why not think about times to come? And not about the things that you've done? If your life was bad to you Just think what tomorrow will do

Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea Then watch the ripples that unfold into me My face spills so gently into your eyes Disturbing the waters of our lives

Neon-heart, day-glow eyes A city lit by fireflies They're advertising in the skies For people like us And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground Oh, you look so beautiful tonight In the city of blinding lights

I turned to my son and said "Was that something beautiful, amazing, wonderful, extraordinary Beautiful?" "Oh! it was OK!! But there were no clowns, or lions, or tigers, no bears Candy-floss, toffee apples, no clowns."

And teach your parents well Their children's hell will slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they pick's the one you'll know by Don't you ever ask them, "Why? If they told you, you will cry So just look at them and sigh And know they love you

Stevie Johnson happened. He was real. Acknowledge it. The Revis thing is a red herring argument. Yes, he did in fact do better against Revis than almost any other receiver. And as modest as his numbers look against Revis from a distance, you are talking about performance against one specific CB that almost no other receiver caught ANY pass against. That is a narrow lens. If that spot check leaves you underwhelmed, then don't let that detract from the overall body of work. That is Stevie's true legacy. You can't just dismiss his statistics based upon cherry picked memories of specific game situations or circumstance. I remember a number of big catches and meaningful TD's as well. They all count. This is a thread about late round picks that have exceeded expectation and excelled. He absolutely meets that description. The reality is that we are still discussing him 10 years after he played here because of his exceptional accomplishments here. There have been countless receivers on this team, and every other team around the NFL that played on bad teams or mediocre teams. Plenty played on pass heavy teams. Stevie played with inconsistent and often poor QB play and on teams that featured some fine RB's like Fred Jackson, CJ Spiller and Marshawn Lynch. So what? That is not the thing that makes him stand out in this discussion. Plenty of receivers fit that description. What does make him stand out is that he accomplished what none of the countless others were able to. The reality is that not a single one of the scores of late round pick receivers or even high round pick receivers ever accomplished what Stevie did in Buffalo, REGARDLESS of circumstance or team dynamic. Very few did league wide. Give him credit for that. He was not a mirage. And let's offer full disclosure when discussing his post Buffalo career to mention that injuries limited his production post Buffalo, which is hardly an unprecedented surprise as a player ages out of the league. OJ Simpson also faded into football oblivion in San Francisco after he was traded there in 1977. Does that mean he was overrated in Buffalo? Of course not. Those San Francisco years did not define OJ, nor do Stevie's San Fran and San Diego years define him. His definitive career moments came here. Let them stand for the accomplishments that they were. Finally, let's acknowledge a certain 1985 4th round pick from Kutztown State as the best late round pick in team history. He worked out pretty well.

When your dreams are scattered Just like the wind blown sand And you feel, you feel you need a friend I'll be there, reach out your hand And when the tempest is raging I want you to know got a friend that's true Just like a shelter, in a time of storm I'll see you through, that's what I'll do

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Come to me now And rest your head for just five minutes Everything is done Such a cozy room The windows are illuminated by the evening Sunshine through them Fiery gems

You can spend all your time making money You can spend all your love making time If it all fell to pieces tomorrow Would you still be mine? And when you're looking for your freedom And you can't find the door When there's nothing to believe in Still you're coming back You're running back You're coming back for more... Put me on a highway Show me a sign Take it to the limit One more time

One love, one blood One life, you got to do what you should One life, with each other Sisters, brothers One life but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other One One