PastaJoe

Stood alone on a mountain top Starin' out at the Great Divide I could go east, I could go west It was all up to me to decide Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' And my soul began to rise And pretty soon My heart was singin' Roll, roll me away I'm gonna roll me away tonight Gotta keep rollin', gotta keep ridin' Keep searchin' till I find what's right And as the sunset faded I spoke To the faintest first starlight And I said next time Next time We'll get it right

I still wear the smile you gave to me when we were just having fun in a day dream where we belong now I see you never needed me but we try hard to trick ourselves into thinking we can be helped and you said come on come on just close your eyes we'll test our fate like rolling dice oh come on now you'll feel alive we'll test our fate like rolling dice like rolling dice

Candy O I need youSunday dress, ruby ringsCandy O, I need you soCould you help me inPurple hum, assorted cardsRazor lights you bringAnd all to prove you're on the moveAnd vanishingCandy O, I need you so

When I met you in the restaurantYou could tell I was no debutanteYou asked me what's my pleasureA movie or a measure?I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of myDreaming, dreaming is freeDreaming, dreaming is free

I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down

You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel Left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this Long and winding road I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home

Lack of sunscreen? They don’t want their skin heads drying up and shrinking?

I wonder, are all the members of Alpha’s group known by everyone in the group, especially when their masks are on? Could someone like Carol or Negan throw on a skin mask and spy on them without being detected?

Drop dead legs, pretty smile,Hurts my head, gets me wildDig that steam, giant butt,Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over youAnd nothing else could ever do

Apple or cherry? Yum!

They look like a onesie little kids wear.

Those red pajamas look terrible.

My baby loves loveMy baby loves lovin'She's got what it takesAnd she know how to use it

When people keep repeating That you'll never fall in love When everybody keeps retreating But you can't seem to get enough Let my love open the door Let my love open the door Let my love open the door To your heart

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be(Bop-bop-bop-bop)You're gonna give your love to me(Bop-bop-bop-bop)I want to love you night and day(Bop-bop-bop-bop)You know my loving not fade away(Bop-bop-bop-bop)Well you know my loving not fade away

Maybe someday, saved by zeroI'll be more togetherStretched by fewer thoughts that leave meChasing after my dreams, disown me, loaded with dangerSo maybe I'll win (saved by zero)Maybe I'll win (saved by zero)

In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand Along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

I don’t think the kids will be leaving with Michonne. Judith is too much of a fan favorite to remove her. Perhaps Eugene will be able to use the Russian equipment to communicate by satellite (assuming some remain) and contact the helicopter people, which somehow reveals Rick is still alive, and Michonne goes off alone to find him. The kids are left with Daryl and/or Carol to protect.

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin' Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door Giant doin' cartwheels, statue wearin' high heels Look at all the happy creatures dancin' on the lawn Dinosaur Victrola list'nin' to Buck Owens Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door

We went to NYC last week, and some restaurants automatically included a tip in the bill. One was 20%. Then the bill still had a spot for an additional tip.

They could do the Munsters home for Halloween next year. 1313 Mockingbird Lane which was set in California. Butch Patrick is still alive.

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

In violent times You shouldn't have to sell your soul In black and white They really really ought to know Those one track minds That took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye You shouldn't have to jump for joy You shouldn't have to shout for joy Shout Shout Let it all out These are the things I can do without Come on I'm talking to you Come on

George, George, George of the jungleFriend to you and meAhhhWatch out for that treeWatch out for that (Ahhh) (Oooh) treeGeorge, George, George of the JungleFriend to you and me

Jungle BoogieJungle BoogieGet It OnJungle BoogieJungle BoogieGet It OnJungle BoogieJungle BoogieJungle BoogieGet Down With The BoogieJungle Boogie(Come & Shake It Around)