CLICKITY. CLICK. OLAY THE DAY! MONDAY MONTANA. CULTURAL TREASURE: YOUNG BOY GOING GOLFING TAKING THE CITY BUS! THAT BOY'S GOING SOMEWHERE IN LIFE! PERFECT. MONTANA, WHERE THE LEGENDS--PLAY! FLOSS LIKE A BOSS. SNICKERS. P.S., YOU REALLY DID THAT? IT HAS TO BE! YES. I SAVED $198.00 BY EXTRACTING MY OWN FANG. REALIZED THAT I COULDN'T SEE THE MISSING TOOTH WHEN I SMILED, SO FUCK THE IMPLANT! I'D RATHER HAVE THE MONEY! YOU THINK IT. I'LL SAY IT! IF YOU HAVE A MONEY PROBLEM AND YOU HAVE MONEY--YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM; HOWEVER, IF YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY, AND YOU HAVE A MONEY ISSUE, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM! LOL. MELT TOGETHER S'MORE. JOY IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND. WHEN YOU START WITH A BETTER DOG, YOU CAN DO NO WRONG. WHAT THE WINNER DOESN'T KNOW, THE GAMBLER DOES! FUN & NATURE COME TOGETHER. MUST BE LOVE AT FIRST BITE. --MAGNUM. I'LL CLIMB ANY MOUNTAIN, WALK ACROSS THE STORMY SEA . . . JUST TO BE WITH YOU BABY. MR. PROVENANCE. HE'S IN MY MIND. BRAIN LARGEST SEX ORGAN. BETTER GET ME BEFORE THE DOGS SMELL ME. SMELLS LIKE ROCK-N-ROLL. ROCK ME. ROCK ME. ROLL ME ALL NIGHT LONG! SOMEONE READ MY BLOG! MR. YELLOW JACKET DRILLING SERVICE, JACKED BLACK TRUCK, JACKED UP DRILL HAMMER, CROSSED MY PATH, 3 TIMES, AND ATTEMPTED A 4TH, BUT GOT LAID UP ON THE ISLAND DIVIDE! ICE CREAM SHAKE, REAL SHAKES. MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: (1) PICK UP AFTER SCHOOL; (2) GUT AFTER FUCKING! LOL. HE WAS HANDSOME, BUT I DON'T DO DRIVE BY'S. TOO CUTE TO KILL. STILL CUTE ENOUGH TO FUCK MORE THAN ONCE! WHY DO MY CHANCES OF RAPE SEEM TO HAVE EXPLODED EXPONENTIALLY. CRETIN. OLD FLAMES ARE STARTING TO SEND DOUBLES. BEST STUDS. FINES DOUBLE WHEN WORK PRESENT. 2 PHILS. BRO HAD A BOOK IN HIS HAND ALL THE TIME! SONS OF ANARCHY REPRESENTED. HELLO, DIARY IS BACK. LOL. COME ON BABY, IF YOU WANT OTHER MEN, I'M OKAY WITH THAT, NEED A FRIEND, I CAN DO THAT TOO--I HAVE THE TOOLS TO SATISFY YOU, COME ON BABY, FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. SONG I WOKE UP TO. SO JAK. YOUR DOUBLE WAS, PRETTY DAMNED CLOSE, BUT SHORTER, DIFFERENT HAIR, BUT, YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN DOMESTICATED, MAYBE EVEN MORE AGGRESSIVE THAN YOU WERE, IF POSSIBLE. MEETING HIM, IN THE OPPOSITE POSITION IN THE BUTTE BUS STATION, ONE OF THE LAST PLACES I SAW YOU, ME AGAINST THE WALL THIS TIME, WHERE YOU WERE SO CASUALLY PRETENDING TO BE A SLEEP, LEGS EXTENDED AND CROSSED, ARMS CROSSED OVER YOUR STOMACH, HEAD ON THE WALL . . . BODY LANGUAGE, NOT OPEN FOR BUSINESS. YOUR DOUBLE, HOWEVER, WAS WIDE OPEN, SAME CASUAL NATURE, RELAXED ARMS OVER THE BENCH, LEGS, SPREAD EAGLE, OPEN WIDE FOR BUSINESS! LOL. HE STARED ME DOWN, IN THE BUS TERMINAL AND ON THE JEFFERSON LINES! MONEY CAN'T BUY YOU LOVE. LOVE AIN'T FUNNY, IT'S GONE IN A WINK OF THE EYE! THERE ARE ALPHA FEMALES. WHO THE FUCK IS SHE? COINTREAU. QUICK-N-DIRTY SURVIVAL. MR. BIG'S NOSE. JESUS CHRIST, I TRIED TO SCARE YOU AWAY FROM HERE LAST NIGHT. AT LEAST, UNTIL, I--WE, I MEAN--GOT DISTRACTED. BUT ANY FEMALE WITH HALF A BRAIN, WOULD HAVE RUN LIKE HELL. WHAT WAS THE MATTER WITH YOU? HER FAULT, HUH? ASFUCKINGIF? SHE HAD CLASS. NICK HAD TO ADMIT. IRON SELF-CONTROL, TOO, EXCEPT WHEN NICK NEEDLED HER. MOST GIRLS HE KNEW WOULD BE CURLED UP THE FETAL POSITION SUCKING THEIR THUMBS UNDER THIS KIND OF PERFORMANCE PRESSURE. --EXTREME DANGER BY SHANNON MCKENNA. BELIEVE. NOBODY TOLD ME HOW HARD IT WOULD BE TO BE A PROFESSIONAL. THAT IS A STATEMENT I HEARD FROM SOME, FORMER, PSYCHOLOGIST, NOW HOMELESS IN IDAHO FALLS! THE MORE I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, THE MORE CORRECT I THINK HE IS! LOL. IT IS HARD TO BE A PROFESSIONAL, PARTICULARLY IF YOU ARE A REAL PROFESSIONAL, WHO DOES THEIR JOB, NO MATTER HOW HARD AND NO MATTER WHO IS INVOLVED! HIS FATHER WAS A DOCTOR IN CALIFORNIA, AND, LIKE I SAID HE WAS A THERAPIST, AND GOT CAUGHT UP IN HIS PATIENTS, DRUG HABITS, AND SEX GAMES! WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE BRIAN & CHRIS, "DAILY DUMB-ASS!" SO, THIS DUDE WANTED TO BE A COP REALLY BAD, BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO THROUGH THE RIGORS OF GOING THROUGH THE POLICE ACADEMY. SO HE SOMEHOW RIGGED UP A CAR, THAT LOOKED LIKE A COP CAR, LIGHTS AND ALL, AND DID PRETTY WELL, IMITATING ONE, THAT IS UNTIL, THE DUDE, PULLED OVER A VAN WITH, 8 REAL COPS, ELECTRONIC SQUAD UNIT, THAT IS! LOL. "FAKE" COP FLED THE SCENE, BUT, SQUAD CARS, GOT HIM! BOY DOESN'T THAT SOUND FAMILIAR. WIGS & COSMETICS! BEING A PROFESSIONAL IS HARD WORK. BUT SHE WAS A GOOD LIAR. IGNORANCE IS BLISS, BUT IT IS NO EXCUSE OF THE LAW! HOPE SQUAD: PREVENTING TEEN SUICIDE. REAL SIMPLE. LIFE MADE EASIER. IGNITING CHANGE. TAKING IT TO THE STREETS. JENNIFER ANISTON ON BEING SINGLE & HAPPY. KEY TO LONGEVITY? LIVER RAW & ORANGE JUICE. SHE'S YOUNG, SHE'S WILD. SHE'S FREE. I'M YOUNG. I'M WILD. I'M FREE! READ. FEEL. LOVE. WE ARE OKAY. THE PRINCESS ROYAL SISTER ACT. THE PRINCESS NEXT DOOR. MERRY SISTERS OF WINDSOR. SIMPLY PROTECT. VINYLAND. JOE ELLIOT. DEAF LEOPARD-- "I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN!" LED ZEPPELIN WON A COPYRIGHT CASE AGAINST THE DOJ OR THE DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE! IT WAS CLOSE ENOUGH TO THE WORDS OF THEIR SONG(S)! GOTTA LOVE THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, THAT PROTECTS, WRITINGS, INVENTIONS, AND, MUSIC, THIS TIME THEY SAID, "SHEET MUSIC ONLY." FUELED BY COMPETITION. OPIE, NO AMOUNT OF GUITAR AMPLIFIER IS WORTH GETTING ELECTROCUTED. --AUNT BEE. THERE WAS MAGIC AT YOUR FINGERS! DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC IN A YOUNG MAN'S HEART? I DO. THAT ONE GUITAR! DR. CHRIS WITT. BECAUSE WE ALL HEAL TOGETHER. GIRLS. "WE GOT THIS." SMILE. MOM SENT FBI 5 YEARS AGO. FABULOUS FISH FRY. IMPOSSIBLE WHOPPER? REAL EASY. I JUST DIDN'T HAVE HELP! BEAT HER SORRY ASS 5 YEARS AGO. REFUSE TO LOSE. SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND. WE HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THE SHOW. IT'S GETTING VERY NEAR THE END! ON THE WAY FROM AUTHOR & EDDY WHERE I GOT OFF THE BUS, WALKING TO THE LAW SCHOOL, RIGHT AT THE CURRY HEALTH CENTER, I NOTICED A BIG STICK, LAYING NEXT TO A BIG ROCK! BETTER TOGETHER. GREAT MUSIC. GREAT BLOGS. GREAT BOOKS. GREAT SAVES! IT'S ALL MINE BITCH! NACHO FRIES. STINKY FISH FRY. BAND ON THE RUN. CRUSTY. WOODSTOCK. BY THE TIME WE GOT TO WOODSTOCK WE WERE HALF A MILLION STRONG . . . --CROSBY, STEALS, NASH AND YOUNG. WRITTEN BY JONI MITCHELL. BURNED MY STOCK TOO. JAMES MARSHALL HENDRIX. CUSTOM CRITICAL? COUNT YOUR LUCKY STARS! DOUBLE TROUBLE. BUTT HURT! BILL ST. JAMES. LIKE US--EVERYONE ELSE DOES. ALL HAVE TIES TO NEW YORK. TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE NEW LAWS! FEDEX. ISAAC CALLED YOU A GOD, EL, WHO WOULD KNOW BETTER THAN THE ONE WHO TOURED AS YOU! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A SUPER STAR. DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU ARE A SHOOTING STAR. THE DITCH & THE DELTA. METAL STUDS! DREAMS. MILES ON ELECTRONICS. CHRIS'S. WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! NEW YORK COP & BROS? I KNOW HE LIVED THERE. WHEN THE "EMPIRE" GOES INTO RECEIVERSHIP, AND ALL PASSES BACK TO US, THEY WILL KNOW WHAT WORKING FOR 20 YEARS AND GETTING IT ALL TAKEN AWAY FEELS LIKE! FUCK'EM RIGHT IN THE ASS WHERE THEY DESERVE TO BE FUCKED! WHAT THE WINNER DOESN'T KNOW, THE GAMBLER DOES! I ALWAYS ERROR IN THE SIDE OF SAFETY, BUT I NEVER PLAY IT SAFE! TALKING DOUBLES. STRANGE POLICE CAR, READY TO CROSS THE STREET, NEAR THE CITY OFFICES, AT THE SAME TIME I GOT OFF THE #11 BUS, 5:35 RUN TO THE AIRPORT, BACK BY ROUGHLY 6:00 AM, GIVE OR TAKE A FIVE . . . SAW IT AGAIN, ON ROUTE #12, TO THE SOUTH HILLS, PULLING OUT OF THE APARTMENTS, THAT ARE RIGHT AFTER, THE "MONTANA SOCCER" FIELD, GOING TO THE SOUTH HILLS. SHELLEY'S ROBO COPS? NOT THE SAME MARKINGS ON THE COP CARS! PRIVATE PAID COPS FOLLOWING THE BUS. UNDERCOVER BUTTE COPS, ON LOAN, AS BUS DRIVERS, GETTING OFF THE BUSES, AT RANDOM PLACES, DITCHING BEHIND, BUSHES AND SHRUBS, TO MAKE PHONE CALLS? I WAS GOING TO GET OFF AT ARTHUR & EDDY, ON THE WAY BACK TO TOWN, TO GO TO THE LAW SCHOOL, BUT TOO MUCH, COP ACTIVITY FOR ME, WENT ALL THE WAY TO THE STATION, GOT ON #1, WITH BUTTE UNDERCOVER, COP ACTING PISSED! SMILE. FREAL. REAL MILKSHAKE REAL EASY. ICE CREAM. ICE COLD BABY. I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU SO WELL . . . YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL! HIGH CALIBUR. ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MAKEUP. SHOT IN THE DARK. ALWAYS ONE STEP AWAY FROM YOU. ALWAYS CREEPING UP ON YOU . . .

Dreams

Van Halen

World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin down
Better change your tun, yeah
Reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby just spread your wings

We'll get higher and higher
Straight up we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind

Run, run, run away
Like a train runnin off the track
Got the truth gets left behind
Falls between the cracks
Standing on broken dreams
Never losin' sight, ah
Spread your wings

We'll get higher and higher
Straight up we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind

So baby dry your eyes, save all
The tears you've cried
Oh that's what dreams are made of
'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh that's what dreams are made of

We'll get higher and higher
Straight up we'll climb
Higher and higher leave it all behind 
Oh we'll higher and higher who knows
What we'll find

So baby dry your eyes, save all
The tears you've cried
Oh that's what dreams are made of
Oh baby we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh that's what dreams are made of

And in the end on dreams we will depend
'Cause that's what love is made of

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Alex Van Halen / Edward Van Halen / Sammy Hagar / Michael Anthony

Dreams lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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Woodstock

Crosby, Stills & Nash, Crosby Stills Nash & Young

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going
This he told me

Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Joni Mitchell

Woodstock lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC