Homer: From now on, I will say "I love you" or "You're special" before you leave the room. Nah, too long. How about just a pat on the butt?
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contemplativeI do love my country, despite my bitching about what it does sometimes, but I think that's okay. Not only is keeping an eye on the government our duty, but just like any love affair, you're going to occasionally run into bumps. So, with that in mind, here are two songs that I always find myself listening to on the 4th. Hope everyone has a enjoyable day!
So, here's my new favourite song of the week. Obviously, Springsteen's version kicks musical ass, but The Band's version is great too!
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold
And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
- "Atlantic City" - Bruce Springsteen
I’m thinking today of some friends that I know
Who lived and suffered in this world below
They’re gone off to heaven, but I want to know
What are they doing there now?
Oh, what are they doing in heaven today
Where sin and sorrow are all gone away
Peace abounds like a river they say
Oh, what are they doing there now
There’s some whose minds were burdened with care
They paid for their moment with fighting and tears
But they clung to the cross in trembling and fear
Oh, what are they doing there now?
Oh, what are they doing in heaven today
Where sin and sorrow are all gone away
Peace abounds like a river they say
Oh, what are they doing there now
And there’s some whose bodies were full of disease
Physicians and doctors couldn’t give them much ease
They suffered ‘til death brought a final release
Oh, what are they doing there now?
Oh, what are they doing in heaven today
Where sin and sorrow are all gone away
Peace abounds like a river they say
Oh, what are they doing there now
There’s some who were poor and often despised
They looked up to heaven with tear-blinded eyes
While others were heedless and deaf to their cries
Oh, what are they doing there now?
Oh, what are they doing in heaven today
Where sin and sorrow are all gone away
Peace abounds like a river they say
Oh, what are they doing there now

Merry Christmas baby...I mean, uh, Happy Easter all!
For those who celebrate the season, thought I'd post this lovely Dave Matthews song (yes, I know it's called "Christmas Song" but deal with it)
She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
She'd be his wife and make him her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
The wise men came, three made their way
To shower him with love
While he lay in the hay
Shower him with love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around
Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried
Always out on his own
He met another Mary who for a reasonable fee,
less than reputable was known to be.
His heart full of love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around
When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree
Said "oh, Daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
Instead I fear I've spilled the blood of my children all around"
The blood of my children all around
The blood of my children's all around
So I'm told, so the story goes
The people he knew were
Less than golden hearted
Gamblers and Robbers
Drinkers and Jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me
Like you and me
Rumors insisted he soon would be
For his deviations
Taken into custody
By the authorities less informed than he.
Drinkers and Jokers all soul searchers
Searching for love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around
Preparations were made
For his celebration day
He said "eat this bread and think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children's all around
The blood of our children all around
Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
Me up with love, love, love
Love love love
Love love was all around
Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
Me up with love, fill me love love love
Love love love
all you need is love
you can't buy me love
Love love love
Love love
And the blood of our children's all around
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