DD4Bills

Well we all have a face That we hide away forever And we take them out And show ourselves When everyone has gone Some are satin some are steel Some are silk and some are leather They're the faces of the stranger But we love to try them on

Do you remember The 21st night of September? Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away Our hearts were ringin' In the key that our souls were singin' As we danced in the night, remember How the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah

So this happened last night...would love to have been there.

I'm coming home I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world that I'm coming

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money! There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash! Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly With money you can make a splash! There is nothing quite as wonderful as money! There is nothing like a newly minted pound! Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker It's accountancy that makes the world go round!

I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a-hurting All I want for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting All I want for you to make love to me

Don't think I've seen Rousseau mentioned at all in any training camp updates...good, bad, or otherwise. Is he just quietly going about his business?

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand Whose wine? What wine? Where the hell did I dine? Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been Come on, let's do it again Do you, you feel like I do? Do you, you feel like I do?

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom On the gray.

The obsession that fans have over uniform color combinations, "alternate helmets", and crap like that is ridiculous. If your team is good (or if they suck), they will still be good (or still suck) regardless of the uniform color combo or helmet they are wearing. It's all just opportunities to fleece a fan base out of their hard-earned money to get them to buy more unnecessary crap.

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain

It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her imagination

But underneath that cold exterior I know you've got a heart of gold. So aloof, so superior, But you've got a heart of gold.

Heart of mine How will you keep from dying Stop reminiscing who is she kissing? Heart of mine Oh what's the use in trying No one can mend you now

You can do magic You can have anything that you desire Magic, and you know You're the one who can put out the fire

She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour 9:00 a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the Earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight

And you can see them there On Sunday morning Stand up and sing about What it's like up there They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise Kiss it goodbye

Definitely a douche. But really, he always has been so it's not just "old man yells at clouds". That said, he does have a sense of humor about it (even if that humor is also doused in douchery). The opening of his current tour starts with a "welcome to the show" voice-over, and includes something like "if you're one of those "I love Pink Floyd but can't stand Roger's politics" people, you might do well to f-ck right off to the bar right now." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQD9ciDP0a0

Hey, hey Don't come around here no more Don't come around here no more Whatever you're looking for Hey, don't come around here no more

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom the stab in the back Women and children are cowards, attack Run to the hills Run for your lives Run to the hills Run for your lives

"Baby, baby, baby, oh" Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no" Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh" I thought you'd always be mine, mine

The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart

I'll take boneless wings over the "traditional" kind 100% of the time. Hate chomping down on gristle and fat for so little meat. And keep that f'ing blue cheese dressing crap away from me. Ranch and only ranch.

Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? Mhmm I got a bad desire Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware