The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin

"Golden HAIR" Syd Barrett (words by James Joyce)

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Lean out your window, golden HAIR
I heard you singing in the midnight air
My book is closed, I read no more
Watching the fire dance on the floor

I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
Singing and singing a merry air
Lean out of the window, golden HAIR

Tell Ol' Bill -- Eric Bibb

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Tell ol' BILL when he comes home this morning
Tell ol' BILL when he comes home
Tell ol' BILL when he comes home
Leave them down town girls alone
This morning, so soon

BILL left home by the alley gate this morning
BILL left home by the alley gate
BILL left home by the alley gate
Old Sal said, "Hey BILL, don't be late"
This morning, so soon

BILL's sweet wife was baking bread in the morning
BILL's sweet wife was baking bread
BILL's sweet wife was baking bread
When she found out her BILL was dead
This morning, so soon

She cried, "Oh no, it cannot be
Oh no, it cannot be"
She cried, "Oh no, it cannot be"
They killed my BILL in the third degree
This morning, so soon

Well, they brought BILL home in a hurry-up wagon
Brought him on home in a hurry-up wagon
They brought BILL home in a hurry-up wagon
Poor old BILL his boots were draggin'

Tell ol' BILL when he comes home this morning
Tell ol' BILL when he comes home
Tell ol' BILL when he comes home
Leave them down town girls alone
This morning, this morning, in the morning
Oh, oh

I'd lay across his big brass bed anytime 😉

Oh, you beat me to it! My favorite song!

What's a SWEETHEART Like You Doing in a Place Like This (Bob Dylan)

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Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain't here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before you came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Strawberry Wine - The Band

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I would try my finger and I would try my hand
At any fool game in this man's land
But don't you talk about this-a friend of mine,
I ain't never been let down and you'd be wastin' time.

I would scratch and steal, I would maim a man,
I would even run the bounty across the other country,
So don't you talk about this here friend of mine,
I gave it all of my money, but it makes me feel fine.

Yeah, I know you won't give me no peace of mind,
Try to understand I just wanna feel good all the time.
Don't you talk about a dear old friend of mine,
Well, I know that you are sweet and more than double fine.
Everybody said you oughta marry that rich man down the line,
But if I had to make a choice I wouldn't change my mind.
Honey, you just ain't as sweet as my strawberry wine.

Yeah, You caught me when I's down a-sleepin' in the park,
Climbin' up the walls and laughin' in the dark.
But I heard you been talkin' about a dear old friend of mine,
Never tasted anything as sweet as my strawberry wine.

Your love for humanity shines for everyone to see

My post did not say something else. Possibly English is your second language and you missed the sarcasm in my original post. This is the second time I have posted something on this topic and the second time you have misunderstood my point.

As I said, Trump repeatedly broke the rules of the court and the judge was unacceptably lenient on him. It was suggested that the judge was bias, presumably slanted against Trump, and my suggestion that he was biased towards Trump by being so lenient was, as I say, sarcastic. It may be that Merchan is saving the big blow for the conviction, but I do think intimidation is at play. Trump and his followers have no respect for the process of law, and the threats of violence if he were imprisoned are real.

Actually, I think it would be best if he did not receive a prison sentence for these crimes. The Georgia and January 6 cases are much more serious, and as long as he loses the election (fingers crossed) he should receive custodial sentences for them.

No, read my post. Trump broke the rules of the court and the judge seems to have been excessively lenient. If you or I had spoken the way Trump did, we would have been imprisioned.

Yes, I agree. The judge seems to have been very biased. If anyone else had broken the rules of the court so much they would certainly have received much harsher treatment. But then again, it may not be bias, just intimidation.

Ta Shunka Witco (Crazy Horse) -- Ian Hunter

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All I need is a feather
All I need is a stone
All I need is a shadow
To follow me home
All I need is a vision
All I need is a dream
All I need are my people following me
I never shoot from the saddle
Always shoot from the ground
I walk my horse up 'n' I ride him down,
I decoyed Fetterman, I got no remorse
They used to call me Curly now I'm Crazy Horse

We fought Shoshone, we fought Arapahoes
We fought the Omahas 'n' we fought the crows
I can't wait to cut your long hair short
The only good white is a dead white
That's what I was taught

Hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey
Hoka hey, hoka hey

Paid by the rich to steal from the poor
There ain't no HONOUR in ya
Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse

I know these rivers
I know this land
I know those hills like the back of my hand
Now the buffalo's gone, there ain't nothin' left
'cept little yellow stones in this wilderness
I lost my brother, I lost my wife
I lost my daughter, the love of my life
Tell your great white father up in Washington
I got a knife between my teeth for that fork in his tongue

Hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey
Hoka hey, hoka hey

You're gonna wish you'd never been born
When you get to Little Big Horn
Ta Shunka Witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse

When you talk peace, you mean war, we'll be waiting for ya
Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco
Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender
Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender
Never surrender

It's Funny to Everyone (But Me) - Frank Sinatra

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It's funny how you loved me
Then forgot so suddenly
It's funny to everyone but me
(It's the talk of the town)

They told me this would happen
Now they're laughing secretly
It's funny to everyone but me
(Got me crying again)

I should shrug my shoulders and say
Good riddance to a bad affair
But how can I do what my head tells me to
When my heart tells me how much I care

It's so funny, I still love you
It's the joke of the century
It's funny to EVERYONE but me
(I got a right to sing the blues)

It's so funny, I still love you
It's the joke of the century
Ah, but it's funny to EVERYONE but me

Fuss About Nothing (Ian Hunter)

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I got a bridge I can sell ya
I got a pyramid
I got a time share in Florida
How'd ya like a piece of it?

You're making a fuss about nothin'
Everything's under control
That bee in your bonnet's got liberal on it
Sit back and relax, watch it all unfold

Never forget: I got a direct line
I'm a man you can trust in
If it's left to the left
There won't be nothing left
You're making a fuss about nothin'

This world is a ball with a map on
We conquer we buy and we sell
This world is a tank with a tap on
Business as usual

Now I'm just protecting your interests
I'm just defending your faith
These guys that were caught with their hands in the till
Nothing to do with me, mate, nothing to do with me

Never forget: I got a direct line
I'm a man wiht a mission
If it's left to the left
There won't be nothing left
You're making a fuss about nothin'
Don't you worry, don't you worry
I'm sure I can come up with something'
When all's said and done...I am the one
You're making a fuss about nothin'

You're making a fuss about nothin'
I am just DOING my job
You just gotta trust me on this one
'Cause when the time is right
We'll get outta Dodge

Never forget: I'm doing my best
I am a man with a vision
But if it's left to the left
There won't be nothing left
You're making a fuss about nothin'
Don't you worry, don't you worry
I'm sure we can figure out somethin'
Just leave it to me 'n' one day you'll see
You're making a fuss about nothin'
Now never forget, I'm the man to respect
When you come in collect your commission
I said everything's cool, I make the rules
You're making a fuss about nothin'

On the Street Where You Live (Willie Nelson)

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I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The ovеrpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appеar

People stop and stare; they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live

People stop and stare; they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live

EVERYTHING Happens to Me - Frank Sinatra

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Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have roused the Devil's wrath
'Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
And you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party
But the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life
Just catchin' colds and missin' trains
EVERYTHING happens to me

I never miss a thing,
I've had the measles and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
I guess I'm just a fool
Who never looks before he jumps
EVERYTHING happens to me

At first my heart thought
You could break this jinx for me
That love would turn
The trick to end despair
But now I just can't fool
This head that thinks for me
So I've mortgaged
All my castles in the air

I've telegraphed and phoned
Sent an Air Mail Special, too
You answer was goodbye
There was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you
EVERYTHING happens to me

I've never drawn a sweepstake
Or a bank night at a show
I thought perhaps this time
I'd won but Lady Luck said no
And though it breaks my heart
I'm not surprised to see you go
EVERYTHING happens to me

With a Little Bit of Luck - Stanley Holloway

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The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else will do the blinkin' work
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you'll never work)

The Lord above made liquor for temptation
To see if man could turn away from sin
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When temptation comes you'll give right in
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you'll give right in)

Oh you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit of luck you'll run amok

The gentle sex was made for man t'marry
To share his nest and see his food is cooked
The gentle sex was made for man t'marry
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can have it all and not get hooked
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin' luck)

The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
No matter where on land or sea or foam
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
WHEN HE COMES AROUND YOU WON'T BE HOME!!
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won't be home)

They're always throwing goodness at you
But, with a little bit of luck a man can duck

Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin'
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt
Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin'
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can see the bloodhound don't find out
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck she won't find out)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin' luck)

A man was made to help SUPPORT his children
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A man was made to help SUPPORT his children
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
They'll go out and start SUPPORTing you
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck they'll work for you

The one on the left here is pretty near perfect to my mind 🙂

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Well, it's a challenge that's been well met!


FOOL Me AGAIN by Buck Owens

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You find the thrill each time you let me down
You know if you need me I'll be around
And when all your love affairs come to an end
You know you can FOOL me AGAIN

Fool me again make my heart believe
That your sweet sweet love belongs to me
Yes play the part and let my heart pretend
Come back and FOOL me AGAIN


The same old line that keeps me hanging on
Is all I think about when I'm alone
And though I know how our love affair will end
Come back and FOOL me AGAIN

Get a Job - The Silhouettes

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Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Every morning about this time
She get me out of my bed
A-crying get a job

After breakfast, everyday
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say
Get a job

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Whoa, and when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And then I go back to the house
Hear the woman's mouth
(Preaching and a-crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
That I never could find)

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
(Preaching and a-crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
That I never could find)

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

When YOUR Lover Has Gone by Frank Sinatra (written by Einar Aaron Swan)

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What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair?
The love that you cherish so often may perish
And leave you with castles in air

When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies?
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When YOUR lover has gone

What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
When YOUR lover has gone

Old Flames -- Dolly Parton

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Downtown tonight I saw an old friend
Someone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire

Old flames can't hold a candle to you
NO ONE can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two
Old flames can't hold a candle to you

Sometimes at night I think of old lovers I've known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn

Old flames can't hold a candle to you
NO ONE can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two
Old flames can't hold a candle to you

He Ain't Give You NONE by Van Morrison

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Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true
Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true, now
I don't wanna stop, rockin' and rollin' with you

Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now?
Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now?
Caught you this mornin'
Before your daddy came home

An I done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done
I done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done
Give ya my jelly roll
And he ain't give ya NONE

Don't you ever go down
Down on Curzon Street, it's bad
Don't you ever go down
Down on Curzon Street
That's where old John
Flogs his daily meat

Maybe sometime he say leave-a
Little boy, an li'l girl behind
I got messed up 'round somewhere
Called Notting Hill Gate

I lived up there for a while
But I moved out
And when I moved out I was in such a state
Ain't never goin' back there

But I'm, I'm sure I've done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done, baby
Made you learn you syllables

Done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done, oh Lord, ha-ha
Give ya my jellyroll
He ain't give ya NONE

In the back street
In the back street I give you my jellyroll
Oh, I give it to ya, ha-ha

Ya 'member when we were down in the, the alley
And I said, 'The lights are out, baby this is it, ya know'?
Ha-ha-ha
Alright, we got a good thing goin'

You can leave now
If ya don't like what's happenin'
You know like we got, ha
A few things goin', you know, ha-ha
Ah-ha, it's a drag, ha-ha
Ah-huh, that's what you call it

I was replying to CAT.

Sorry, I'm confused. Either you are misreading my exasperation at the boneheadedness of climate deniers, or you are making a point that I simply cannot grasp.

I Am The Blues - Laura Nyro

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CIGARETTES
I'm all alone
With my smoke and ashes
CIGARETTES
I'm all alone
With my smoke and ashes
Take me night-flying
Maybe
Mars has good news
Who?
Who am I?
I am the blues

Sooth me
Horn's warm red love making
Funky music
Move me
Night wind, red taillights
And funky music
'Cause I'm restless
In my love for sale shoes
Who?
Who am I?
I am the blues

In a world of war
I can't find my laughter
I can't see the night sun
And I can't see my freedom
I guess I can't see too much
No more
Baby till I lose my blues

Fly
Through the sky
Like Superfly
Over the stars
We climb
Over the sweet red wine
I tell myself
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on... blues

Flying so high
A plane in the sky
Listen to, listen to, listen to the music of the night wind
Listen
To the music of the night wind
Listen
To the music of the night wind

Listen to the people
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

If I were, why would I start with the word "sadly"?

When Something Is WRONG With My Baby
by Charlie Rich (Sam & Dave had the hit but this was recorded first)

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When something is WRONG with my baby
Something is wrong with me
And if I know she is worried
Then I would feel the same misery

But we've been through so much together
We stand as one
And that's what makes it better

When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me
And that ain't all, y'all

Just what, mhm, she means to me now
Oh, you just wouldn't, oh no, you just wouldn't understand
People can say that she ain't no good
Oh, she's my woman
And I know that I'm still her man

And if she's got a problem
Oh-oh, I know I'm gonna help her solve them

When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me

Saint James Infirmary - Cab Calloway

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Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She will search this wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat

Then give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along

Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze
If anyone should ask you
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues

Taint Nobody's BIZNESS If I Do by Bessie Smith

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There ain't nothing I can do or nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me
But I'm goin' to do just as I want to anyway
And don't care if they all despise me

If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

If I go to church on Sunday
Then just sing the shimmy down on Monday
Ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

If my friend ain't got no money
And I say, "take all mine, honey"
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

If I give him my last nickel
And it leaves me in a pickle
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

I'd rather my man would hit me
Than to jump up right and quit me
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

I swear I won't call no copper
If I'm beat up by my poppa
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

(I don't approve of the wife-beating at the end, but from what I've read, Bessie could look after herself well enough!)

The Second Time Around by Frank Sinatra

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There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet
I'm very glad we met the second time around

Love is lovelier the second time around
Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground
It's that second time you hear your love song sung
It makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young

Love's more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can tell what led us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet
I'm very glad we met the second time around


Songwriters: Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Wise lady 😉

I don't understand the fashion for shaving pubes. Do people want to look prepubescent?

The original is by Rick Danko (music) and Bob Dylan (words). Here are the correct words:

If your mem'ry serves you well
We were goin' to meet again and wait
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

The wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
I was goin' to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was, oh, so hard to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done
And after ev'ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we should meet again
If your mem'ry served you well

This wheel's on fire
It's rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
That this wheel shall explode

Sadly, that graph is not going to convince anyone who chooses to believe that over 90% of scientists are lying through their teeth about climate change so that they can get funding for their research.

Should I? -- Frank Sinatra

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Should I reveal exactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight?
And swear by the stars above you?

Could I repeat the sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?

Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?

Could I repeat that sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?

Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
And swear by stars above you?
Should I confess I love you?

I Can't Turn You Loose - Otis Redding

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Huh, I can't turn you loose, now, girl
If I do I'm gonna lose my pride
Honey, I can't never turn you loose now, now
If I do I'm gonna lose my life, life, life
I can't turn you loose to nobody, now
Huh, 'cause I love you baby, yes I do, now

Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I told ya
Honey, I'm in love with-a only you
Honey baby, duh, do it, baby, why doncha?
I'm gonna give you everything that you wanna

I gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep on-a, rockin', baby
Never, never gonna turn you loose, now
Keep on, keep on-a, holdin' on
GOT to, GOT to, GOT ah, ooh

I can't turn you loose, huh, babe
I'm in love now with the prettiest thing
Ooh, I-I never, never turn you loose now
Huh, because sweet love she bring me
I said I can't turn you loose to nobody
Baby, I love you, baby, yes I do

Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I love ya
Huh, I'm in love with-a only you
Honest, baby, do it, baby, why doncha?
And I'm gonna give you ev'rything that you wanna

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Huh, huh, keep, keep on holdin' on
Huh, huh, never gonna turn you loose, yeah
Never gonna lose it, baby
Huh, huh, yeah, babe, huh
Hey, ooh, ya, yeah

I can't, ah turn you loose
Never, ever, never gonna turn you loose
I'm gonna keep holdin' on, turn you loose?
Gonna keep a grip on ya
I can't turn you loose
Let me bring it home

And I'd love to hold ya than to turn you loose
Never gonna turn
Got to keep a hold
Hold on to me, baby

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep-a, keep-a grovin'
We GOT to get home

Yea, Heavy and a BOTTLE of Bread - Bob Dylan & The Band

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Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

It’s a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, we’re gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

When I Paint My Masterpiece by Bob Dylan

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Oh, the streets of ROME are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You could almost think that you're seeing double
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
She promised she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours we had spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard drive
Train wheels a-running through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-cola
Well, I left ROME and landed in BRUSSELS
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
But someday, everything's gonna be different
When I paint that masterpiece

Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who

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We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they were flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again

SCREAM!!!!!!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

I read a report that women are four times more likely to be shown nude in films than men. Are you sure that's not the study you mean?

It is!

Cute

Shrinking a bit but still impressive