The Real Buffalo Joe

I've wandered so aimless, life filled with sin I wouldn't let my dear Savior in Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night Praise the Lord, I saw the light I saw the light, I saw the light No more darkness, no more night Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight Praise the Lord, I saw the light

Other than a few songs, the White Album is just essentially a collection of solo work. Even the stuff they recorded together it was just that, recording it. There wasn't much collaboration in the writing/creation process. Not to say it wasn't a fantastic album. Let it Be just always makes me think of the infighting that happened. Even I've Got a Feeling was just two songs John and Paul wrote together. Again, still a tremendous album. But I think why I love Abbey Road, is because it just has that feel that they knew the end was near, so let's put our differences aside and just make one more album together. I know they had their differences about Oh Darling, and they certainly all hated MSH except Paul.

Paul left the Beatles because of Wings. He didn't want to be in two bands at once. It's a dangerous game. Just look at Pegula. Any day now the NFL will catch on to him owning the Bills AND Sabres.

What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want me What have I got to do to be heard What do I say when it's all over? And sorry seems to be the hardest word It's sad, so sad (so sad) It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd It's sad, so sad (so sad) Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word

The charging Buffalo is by far the superior logo. Anybody who prefers the standing Buffalo just wants to be nostalgic, and hold to the "older is always better" thought process.

If you feel that it's real I'm on trial And I'm here in your prison Like a coin in your mint I am dented and I'm spent with high treason Through a glass eye your throne Is the one danger zone Take me to the pilot for control Take me to the pilot of your soul Take me to the pilot Lead me through the chamber Take me to the pilot I am but a stranger

At risk of derailing my own thread, I may be in the minority here, but I much prefer the "Let it Be: Naked" to the original Let it Be album.

For those unaware, Let It Be was recorded in January 1969, but wasn't released until May 8, 1970. Abbey Road was recorded from February-August of 1969, and released in September of 1969. So Abbey Road was recorded last, but Let it Be was the last released. I have a Beatles chronological playlist and I always debate which order to put the albums. I lean towards Abbey Road. It just seems so fitting to end with The End, and it was a supirior album. It has the feel of them knowing it was all but officially over, so they made one final album.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man in the moon"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when"But we'll get together thenYou know we'll have a good time then (BRB. Gotta give my dad call. )

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road

It's a joke that even Stevie is in on. It started when Shaq, who's friends with him, started making comments about how he can catch things that are thrown at him. Also, Elton John said in his autobiography that he and Stevie went out on a snowmobile ride in the 70s, and Stevie insisted on driving, and drove perfectly.

Your Mamma says you don't Your Daddy says you won't And I'm boilin' up inside Ain't no way I'm gonna lose out this time, oh no Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Lock your daddy out of doors I don't need him nosin' around Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Give me all your love tonight

Hagar is a better singer. But VH put out better material with Dave.

My, my Hey, hey Rock and Roll Is here to stay It's better to burn out Than to fade away My, my Hey, hey

They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so sad. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. Sunday I go to church, Gonna kneel down and pray. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Though I'm tryin' and tryin' to find my baby, Won't someone please send her home to me.

Whenever I see your smiling faceI have to smile myselfBecause I love you, yes, I doAnd when you give me that pretty little poutIt turns me inside outThere's something about you, babyI don't know

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prisonAnd I went to pick her up in the rainBut before I could get to the station in my pickup truckShe got run over by a damned old train

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Ooh, ah Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I trust the government? Mother will they put me in the firing mine? Ooh ah, Is it just a waste of time?

Maybe because I'm poor, but I've never been on a plane that lets you recline a significant amount. Maybe six inches back at the most.

Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou

Some girls give me money Some girls buy me clothes Some girls give me jewelry That I never thought I'd own Some girls give me diamonds Some girls, heart attacks Some girls I give all my bread to I don't ever want it back

f you loved me half as much as I love you You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do You're nice to me when there's no one else around You only build me up to let me down

Hot August night And the leaves hanging down And the grass on the ground smelling sweet Move up the road To the outside of town And the sound of that good gospel beat Sits a ragged tent Where there ain't no trees And that gospel group Telling you and me It's love, Brother Love say Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show Pack up the babies And grab the old ladies And everyone goes 'Cause everyone knows Brother Love's show

So if you're down on your luck And you can't harmonize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes

I met a man from Tenessee this is what he said to me He said music is a rhapsody He picked up his violin stuck it underneath his chin And started playing me a symphony I said that ain't the way it's done let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues