Gray Beard

Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? Now, I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I

I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a real live wire Psycho Killer Qu'est-ce que c'est Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away

Yes, I was a-splishin' and a-splashin' I was a-rollin' and a-strollin' Yeah, I was a-movin' and a-groovin' We was a-reelin' with the feelin' We was a-rollin' and a-strollin' Movin' with the groovin' Splish, splash, yeah

Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs, cause you know we ain't gonna come Ah, I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun And Rosie, you're the one Rosalita, jump a little lighter Señorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar Rosalita, you're my stone desire

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says Fifteen miles to the, love shack, love shack yeah I'm headin' down the atlanta highway Lookin' for the love getaway Headed for the love getaway, love getaway I got me a car, it's as big as a whale And we're headin' on down to the love shack I got me a chrysler, it seats about twenty So hurry up and bring your jukebox money

I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance, baby Oh but you know damn well, that I don't stand a chance Unchain my heart, let me go my way Unchain my heart, you worry me night and day Why lead me through a life of misery When you don't care a bag of beans for me Unchain my heart, oh please, set me free

So she tells him she must go out for the evening To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down But he knows where she's goin' as she's leavin' She is headed for the cheatin' side of town You can't hide your lyin' eyes And your smile is a thin disguise I thought by now you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge Struttin' her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Joe! You wanna give it a go?" Oh! Uh-huh Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey) Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here) Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah) Creole Lady Marmalade (What-what, what-what) Ooh, oh Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can And when it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand That I was born a ramblin' man I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin' I'm leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee They're always having a good time down on the bayou Lord, them Delta women think the world of me

Tre.. but, if Horrible Harry is at least decent coming off his injury, he could become my favorite.

The Spectrum weather team in Syracuse has the best lake effect snow forecast in the area. North of the Thruway? Crossing the Thruway? Shifting around? Wide spread or narrow band? etc. They are pretty good with that stuff.

Oh man, I was hoping he was The Stig

My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell, But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell, Only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell And when I die and when I'm gone, There'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on

You turn me every which way but loose Inside the fire's burnin' me In mind you just keep turnin' me Every which way but loose Baby there's no excuse To turn me every which way but loose

That whole album flowed well. It may have been the first album that I ever listened to all the way through, over and over again. It’s not considered to be as good as Led Zeppelin 4, but it will always be a favorite of mine.

Led Zeppelin 2 Heartbreaker and Livin’ Lovin’ Maid

I was working in the lab, late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab, began to rise And suddenly to my surprise He did the mash, he did the monster mash The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash He did the mash, it caught on in a flash He did the mash, he did the monster mash

another Saturday night And I ain't got nobody I got some money 'cause I just got paid Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way Now, another fella told me He had a sister who looked just fine Instead of being my deliverance She had a strange resemblance To a cat named Frankenstein

They arrested me and they put me in jail And called my pappy to throw my bail And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"

I've been run down and I've been lied to. And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin' post. Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

In my buddy’s basement rec room when we were teenagers in the 1970s there were iconic posters of Farrah, Stevie, and Linda Ronstadt. I have many fond memories of playing cards and drinking beer (after we turned 18 in 1975) under the watchful gazes of those three ladies.

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Just remember that I've been true to nobody else but you So just be true to me

Seventy six trombones led the big parade, With a hundred & ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows, Of the finest virtuosos, The cream of every famous band.

Hear the band, hear the band. Won't you let the music take you, hear the band. And let this night go on forever, and don't you ever stop the music. Let your spirit set you free. Hear the band, hear the band. You can sing and stomp you feet and clap your hands. And these few moments we'll share together, and I'll play for you.