PastaJoe

If I should call you up, invest a dime And you say you belong to me and ease my mind Imagine how the world could be, so very fine So happy together

The power of love is a curious thing Make a one man weep, make another man sing Change a hawk to a little white dove More than a feeling that's the power of love

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

I loved those as a kid. John & Mary’s Subs. They still have them on the menu.

If this was Alec Smith who was involved in the accident no one would bat an eyelash, but the triggered of the world see that last name and they can't help but lose their collective chit. Anyone profiting off an accidental death is a scumbag. Don Jr’s latest grift is a whole level above because he knows his father’s sycophants will buy these up as a political statement. He even put his name on the sleeve. Is he going to donate the profits to the family of the deceased? If only all the intentional mass shootings in the US got such coverage and condemnation by right wingers.

Now if you feel that you can't go on Because all of your hope is gone And your life is filled with much confusion Until happiness is just an illusion And your world around is crumblin' down Darling, reach out, come on girl, reach on out for me Reach out, reach out for me I'll be there, with a love that will shelter you I'll be there, with a love that will see you through

Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head Over you, over you I want you to want me, I need you so badly I can't think of anything but you

Jane, you say it's all over for you and me, girl There's a time for love and a time for letting it be, baby Jane you're playing a game called, hard to get by its real name Making believe that you just don't feel the same Oh Jane

Can't you see what this crazy life is doin' to me? Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life? Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life?

Give me some water 'Cause I shot a man on the Mexican border Cool, cool water Give me some water I need a little water

Is he a singer? Neil Young?

I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you

Singin' joy to the world All the boys and girls now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me

Now this crooked little man and his crooked cat and mouse They all live together in a crooked little house Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch

I was born here in the city With my back against the wall Nothing grows and life ain't very pretty No one's there catch you when you fall

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind

Hold them to a FG, and then take advantage of the Titans depleated secondary to score.

I liked the Bills odds to win in OT and would have kicked FG, but I understand why they went for it.

I’ve been married 30 years. This is more drama.

You have to admit it’s a fun game. Lots of drama.

Drop your silver in my tambourine Help a poor man build a pretty dream Give me pennies, I'll take anything Now listen while I play My green tambourine

If you like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain If you're not into yoga If you have half a brain If you like makin' love at midnight In the dunes on the cape Then I'm the love that you've looked for Write to me and escape

I close my eyes then I drift away Into the magic night, I softly say A silent prayer like dreamers do Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

Get on up, on the floor 'Cause we're gonna boogie oogie oogie 'Till you just can't boogie no more Ah boogie, boogie no more You can't boogie no more Ah boogie, boogie no more Listen to the music

I want to tell you My head is filled with things to say When you're here All those words, they seem to slip away