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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

Add Jagr to the mix

New Riders of the Purple Sage

Fuck!!!!! Now otter is gone? .....WTF

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 "

Kids

Cinderella Man - Rush

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Reflex in the sky Warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you better hide From the atomic tide Flashes in the sky Turns houses into sties Turns people into clay Radiation minds decay Robot minds of robot slaves Lead men to atomic graves Plastic flowers melt in sun Fading moon falls upon Dying world of radiation Victims of mad frustration Burning glow of obscene fire Like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down To Earth's cracking ground Rivers turn to wood Eyes melt into blood Earth lies in death bed Clouds cry for the dead Terrifying rain Ease the burning pain Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral And so in the sky .......Shines the electric eye .....Supernatural king Takes Earth under his wing .......Heaven's golden chorus sings Hell's angels flap their wings ......Evil souls fall to Hell Ever trapped in burning cells!

Winter - Rolling Stones

Bethel New York