PastaJoe

Yes you can. In Syracuse we still have CBS but lost ABC because of the dispute, but can get it with an antenna attached to our Roku tv.

Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I've had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that's gone

Of all the love I have won, and have lost There is one love I should never have crossed She was a girl in a million my friend I should have known she would win in the end I'm a loser And I lost someone who's near to me I'm a loser And I'm not what I appear to be

I want a love that's right But right is only half of what's wrong I want a short haired girl Who sometimes wears it twice as long Now I'm stepping out this old brown shoe Baby, I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same now I'm telling you

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no

I've been here and there, I looked everywhere. I searched high and low, Now there's no place to go. So I got to groove. The kind of groove that makes you move. I've got to groove.

When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free

Sister Christian, oh, the time has come And you know that you're the only one to say, "Okay" Where you going? What you looking for? You know those boys don't want to play no more with you, it's true

Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway They say there's always magic in the air But when you're walking down that street And you ain't had enough to eat The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming We're finally on our own This summer, I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio

What goes up must come down Spinning Wheel got to go 'round Talkin' 'bout your troubles It's a cryin' sin Ride a painted pony Let the Spinning Wheel spin

These are the days of the endless summer These are the days, the time is now There is no past, there's only future There's only here, there's only now

Well, I can remember the Fourth of July Runnin' through the backwood bay I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Chasin' down a hoodoo there Chasin' down a hoodoo there Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Lord, Lord

Here they stand, brothers them all All the sons, divided they'd fall Here await the birth of the son The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen one Ohhhh!

'Cause when the loving starts and the lights go down, And there's not another living soul around, You woo me until the sun comes up, And you say that you love me.

I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation And the only explanation I can find Is the love that I've found, ever since you've been around Your love's put me at the top of the world

So now I come to you With open arms Nothing to hide Believe what I say So here I am With open arms Hoping you'll see What your love means to me Open arms

Woke up this morning, what did I see? A big black cloud hanging over me I switched on the radio and nearly dropped dead The news was so bad that I fell out of bed There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike Got to be a Superman to survive Gas bills, rent bills, tax bills, phone bills I'm such a wreck but I'm staying alive

I don't care ha! about your past I just want ho! our love to last Dee I don't care darlin' about your faults huh I just want to satisfy your pulse Oh When you kiss me When you mess me Hold my hand Make me understand I break out, in a cold sweat

Get on your feet Get up and make it happen Get on your feet Stand up and take some action Get on your feet Don't stop before it's over Get on your feet The weight is off your shoulder

Let the good times roll Let them knock you around Let the good times roll Let them make you a clown Let them leave you up in the air Let them brush your rock and roll hair Let the good times roll Let the good times roll-oll Let the (good times roll)

Flyin' me back to Memphis Gotta find my Daisy Jane Well the summer's gone And I hope she's feelin' the same

So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium with you My brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl

Outta sight, buy your kicks from the man in the white Feels all right, powder pleasure in your nose tonight See the men paint their faces and cry (Like some girls) Like some girl, it makes you wonder why City life, sure its cool, but it cuts like a knife, it's your life So forget all that you see It's not reality, it's just a fantasy Can't you see what this crazy life is doin' to me? Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life?