Oh Caritas

Sunny Afternoon- The Kinks

Mama, But Weer All Crazee Now- SLADE

Smoke on the Water

Machine Head. Didn't everybody have this album?

Keep Good Company- Queen

I went looking for Queen's Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon,(so suitable to my mood today)when I found Good Company instead. Love This. Just do. Such a creative effort.


I flourished in my humble trade, my reputation grew, the work devoured my waking hours and when my time was through...reward of all my efforts--my own limited company.

Far Away Eyes

For your Saturday night listening pleasure.... The Stones!

. . . the preacher said to send 10 dollars to the Church of the Sacred Bleeding Heart of Jesus.... and next week they'd say my prayer on the radio... for the girl....well, you know what kind of eyes she got."

Classic.

Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die

I have always found Ian Anderson compelling...and disturbing. --MJ.

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The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Three Dog Night- Out in the Country