PastaJoe

I'll remember you Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze Your sweet laughter, mornings after Ever after, I'll remember you

When you walk through a storm Hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of a storm There's a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain For your dreams be tossed and blown Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone

My son who lives in Boston is currently in Adelaide, Australia with his fiancé who’s from there.

That she's a woman through and through She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue, Oh, Moody blue Tell me am I gettin' through I keep hangin' on Try to learn the song But I never do Oh, Moody blue, Tell me who I'm talkin' to You're like the night and day And it's hard to say Which one is you.

Heard about the oldtime sailor men They'd eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread, they said could raise the dead Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn But times have changed for sailors these days When I'm in port, I get what I need Not just havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed Cheeseburger in paradise

I'm telling you now I'm telling you right away I'll be saying for many a day I'm in love with you now

Midnight at the oasis Send your camel to bed Shadows painting our faces Traces of romance in our heads Heaven's holding a half-moon Shining just for us Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon And kick up a little dust

Listen, people, to what, I say I say everybody's got to have their day And don't you know that Everybody's got to love somebody some time Everybody's got to win a heart Everybody's got to love somebody some time When you do, I hope you never part

Bills made a late substitution. Miami has to be allowed to do the same.

You could go to a lacrosse game, the Buffalo Bandits are playing tonight in Toronto.

So true, funny how it seems Always in time, but never in line for dreams Head over heels when toe to toe This is the sound of my soul This is the sound

I was born in a trunk Mama died and my daddy got drunk Let me hear two dying crows In the middle of tobacco road

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, But I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now. And big girls don't cry, Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

I got a feeling That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

The way you swept me off my feet You know you could've been a broom And baby you smell so sweet You know you could've been some perfume Well you could've been anything that you wanted to I can tell The way you do the things you do I like the way you do the things you do

You make me glow But I cover up, won't let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack

Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you Just a ball of confusion Oh yeah, that's what the world is today Woo, hey

Perhaps the drier air during the winter months affects your skin. Try using an electric razor.

Sunshine came softly through my a-window today Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways It'll take time, I know it but in a while You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine

De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true

Always appreciated his willingness to point out the Bills management incompetence during the dark years when others wouldn’t. I hope he’s able to live comfortably on the back 9 of his life.

What’s the current NFL policy if someone tests positive for Covid? Does it also affect those he’s in contact with?

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you Tomorrow I'll miss you Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday And I'll send all my loving to you

If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there

When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be They're strange, so strange It's very strange to me You've got to pick up every stitch (gonna be) You've got to pick up every stitch (gonna be, gonna be) You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch