PastaJoe

She is British.

Roam if you want toRoam around the worldRoam if you want toWithout wings, without wheelsRoam if you want toRoam around the worldRoam if you want toWithout anything but the love we feel

She is dancing away from you nowShe was just a wishShe was just a wishAnd her memory is all that is left for you nowYou see your gypsy, ohYou see your gypsy

She is still acting in movies.

I'm gonna hit the roadAdios my friendGo some placeAnd start all over againDon't know where I'm goin'Like a gypsy out on the roadGo some place and join a travelin' showNobody left to run with anymoreNobody wants to do the crazy thingsWe used to do beforeNobody left to run with anymore

The radio is blasting, Someone's beating on the door I'm looking at my girlfriend She's passed out on the floor I seen so many things I ain't never seen before I don't know what it is But I don't wanna see no more Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come She said, that ain't the way to have fun, son

Chantilly lace and a pretty faceAnd a pony tail a hangin' downThat wiggle in the walk And giggle in the talkMakes the world go roundThere ain't nothin' in the worldLike a big eyed girlThat makes me act so funnyMake me spend my moneyMake me feel real loose like a long necked gooseLike a girl, oh baby that's what I like

He’s not known as a singer, and is still on television. Smokey Robinson?

No and no. He’s not best known as a singer.

There's so much history in these streets And mama's good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home Can't replace my blood Yeah, it seems I'm never letting go Of suburbia, oh oh oh oh

We got a thousand points of lightFor the homeless manWe got a kinder, gentler,Machine gun handWe got department stores and toilet paperGot styrofoam boxes for the ozone layerGot a man of the people, says keep hope aliveGot fuel to burn, got roads to driveKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free world

Finished Altered Carbon on Netflix. Futuristic murder mystery with a feel of Blade Runner. People’s memories are kept in ‘stacks’ which can be implanted in any body ‘sleeve’, so people can live forever. Grandma could have the body of a biker guy. I’d recommend it.

I don't want to lose you, this good thing That I got 'cause if I do I will surely Surely lose a lot 'Cause your love is better Than any love I know It's like thunder, lightning The way you love me is frightening You better knock, knock on wood, baby

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running outAllow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arriveAnd if you follow, there may be a tomorrowBut if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back As she disappeared But soon she returned In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other, a glass She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass And raised it to her lips And just before she drunk it She said Take the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Take the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Take that pearl, yeah! It's all good Oh, you got to do it Spill that wine, spill that wine

Where are all the ref haters now?

He played the ball; no penalty.

If only McDermott yelled at Hughes like that.

He said the clock on the wall Say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, So what you need? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since A nigh' and a week Gotta get drunk man Till I can't even speak Gonna get high man Listen to me One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I want to get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear I want one bourbon, One scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

It’s Kentucky, so she gets points for not keeping it in the family.

It will be an odd score because of the wind affecting kicks. Ravens 25-16.

Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunderI was caughtIn the middle of a railroad trackI looked roundAnd I knew there was no turning backMy mind racedAnd I thought what could I doAnd I knewThere was no help, no help from youSound of the drumsBeating in my heartThe thunder of gunsTore me apartYou've beenThunderstruck