.

Young M.C.

.

[Prologue:] In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force: the black hole of Cygnus X-1... Six Stars of the Northern Cross In mourning for their sister's loss In a final flash of glory Nevermore to grace the night... [1] Invisible to telescopic eye Infinity, the star that would not die All who dare to cross her course Are swallowed by her fearsome force Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized...at the core? Or through the Astral Door? To soar... [2] I set a course just east of Lyra And northwest of Pegasus Flew into the light of Deneb Sailed across the Milky Way On my ship, the 'Rocinante' Wheeling through the galaxies Headed for the heart of Cygnus Headlong into mystery The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the black hole Gains control... [3] Spinning, whirling Still descending Like a spiral sea Unending... Sound and fury Drown my heart Every nerve Is torn apart... To be continued...

Engelbert Humperdinck

Sly & The Family Stone

Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound Counting form through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience All to know and see ...........The look in your eyes Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene New encounters spark a true fruition Guiding lines we touch them Our bodies balance out the waves As we accelerate our days ......To the look in your eyes From the moment I reached out to hold I felt a sound And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances As rhythm takes another turn .....As is my want I only reach ...To look in your eyes Cha -Cha -Cha Cha -Cha Cha -Cha -Cha Cha -Cha Cha -Cha -Cha Cha -Cha

Rangers vs Twins, Fox

.

.

FC Dallas vs Toronto FC, July 4th Frisco TX

Del Shannon

Earth, Wind & Fire

V2

It Came from Beneath the Sea, on TCM

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a pat on the back. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone.

Lords of Acid

^ I love going to Gettysburg......the Devils Den is the sickest battle field there....no doubt.

Yngwie J. Malmsteen

New Riders of the Purple Sage

Old man lying by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by, Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the buildings scrape the sky, Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn And the morning paper flies, Dead man lying by the side of the road With the daylight in his eyes. Don't let it bring you down It's only castles burning, Find someone who's turning And you will come around. Blind man running through the light of the night With an answer in his hand, Come on down to the river of sight And you can really understand, Red lights flashing through the window in the rain, Can you hear the sirens moan? White cane lying in a gutter in the lane, If you're walking home alone. Don't let it bring you down It's only castles burning, Just find someone who's turning And you will come around. Don't let it bring you down It's only castles burning, Just find someone who's turning And you will come around.

Owens

Alabama Shakes

steely dan

Star Trek " Trouble with Tribbles "