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Cook is getting the Matt Savoie treatment. One mistake and never get to play again.

Play that funky music, white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music, white boy Lay down that boogie And play that funky music 'til you die

She swam by me, she got a cramp He ran by me, got my suit damp I saved her life, she nearly drowned He showed off, splashing around Summer sun, something's begun But ah! Oh, the summer nights Well-a, well-a, well-a, huh

If you need somebody to love Just look into my eyes I'll be there to make you feel right If you're feeling sorry and sad I'd really sympathize Don't you be sad, just call me tonight Any time at all, any time at all Any time at all, all you gotta do is call And I'll be there

Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings

Listen Do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell? Whoa, oh, oh Closer Let me whisper in your ear Say the words you long to hear I'm in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh

Starting season 3 of The Man in the High Castle on Amazon; set in the 1960s after Germany and Japan won WWII. Even better than I expected. Seeing how Americans embraced their conqueror’s ideals will make your blood boil.

You know I need your love You've got that hold over me Long as I've got your love You know that I'll never leave When I wanted you to share my life I had no doubt in my mind And it's been you, woman Right down the line

Train roll on On down the line, won't you Please take me far away Now I feel the wind blow Outside my door, means I'm I'm leaving my woman at home, Lordy Tuesday's gone with the wind Oh, my baby's gone, with the wind

I read the news today, oh boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on

You load 16 tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store

Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone

But I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day When the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive And if you follow there may be a tomorrow But if the offer's shunned You might as well be walking on the Sun

I don't know how to love him What to do, how to move him I've been changed, yes really changed In these past few days, when I've seen myself, I seem like someone else I don't know how to take this I don't see why he moves me He's a man. He's just a man And I've had so many men before, In very many ways, He's just one more

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel Man, I feel like a woman (hey!)

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night

Well, when I was a young man and never been kissed I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, and then Oh, Lord, well I kissed her again Because she had kisses sweeter than wine She had, mm-mm, kisses sweeter than wine

Her hair is Harlow gold Her lips a sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn her music on you You won't have to think twice She's pure as New York snow She got Bette Davis eyes

Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Another wasted season because Beane wouldn’t pay the asking price to get a quality replacement for Milano.

You’re right, they had a meeting beforehand to plan it. It’s a conspiracy. 😒

Because they don’t have anyone better.

I’m sure it has nothing to do with the bad play. 🙄