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find out who your friends are

Sunday, August 7th, 2016

Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere.
Or get yourself in a bind, lose the shirt off your back
Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare

This is where the rubber meets the road
This is where the cream is gonna rise
This is what you really didn’t know
This is where the truth don’t lie

You find out who your friends are
Somebody’s gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get their fast
Never stop to think ‘what’s in it for me?’ or ‘it’s way too far.’
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who you’re friends are

Everybody wants to slap your back
Wants to shake your hand
When you’re up on top of that mountain.
But let one of those rocks give way then you slide back down look up
And see who’s around then

This ain’t where the road comes to an end
This ain’t where the bandwagon stops
This is just one of those times when
A lot of folks jump off

You find out who your friends are
Somebody’s gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think ‘what’s in it for me?’ or ‘it’s way too far.’
They just show on up with that big old heart
You find out who you’re friends are

When the water’s high,
When the weather’s not so fair,
When the well runs dry,
Who’s gonna be there?

You find out who your friends are
Somebody’s gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think ‘what’s in it for me?’ or ‘it’s way too far.’
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who you’re friends are,
You find out who you’re friends are

Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere.
Oh man I’ve been there.
Or get yourself in a bind, lose the shirt off your back
Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare
Man I’ve been there
Man I’ve been there

futon

Friday, July 22nd, 2016

You’re right, new things are great
They shine and they’re never late
Don’t break down on the interstate
You’re right, new things are great

Good point, money ain’t everything
But honey, having none sure stings
I love angels but I need kings
Good point, money ain’t everything

I know that I can’t buy
Happiness or love or time
But if anything could be mine
Then what I’d do is take Fifth Avenue
Niagara Falls too
And maybe everything blue
And what I’d rather do
Is just stay right here with you
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)

So much for being brave
When chivalry is aftershave
And what you drive is how you weigh in or out
So let’s say hypothetically
That I own the Baltic Sea
To sink or swim, you’ve got to ask please
Would I feel better if I had the keys?

I know that I can’t buy
Happiness or love or time
But if anything could be mine
Then what I’d do is take Fifth Avenue
And what Picasso drew
Or the mountains of Peru
And what I’d rather do
Is just stay right here with you
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)

So c’mon baby, pass the grass
Is the remote underneath your ass?
Cause I can’t find it anywhere
Mmmm baby I should run downstairs
And grab us both a sweet Coldstone
You want a cup or a waffle cone?
Or happiness or love or time?

Or maybe I’ll just take Fifth Avenue
I’ll take the pyramids too
And maybe classes in kung fu or jiu jitsu
And what I’d rather do
Is just stay right here with you
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)

Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)
Laying on your futon (futon, futon)

don’t fence me in

Monday, June 29th, 2015

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
But don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I can’t look at the hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in

Alright
(Land, lots of land, lots of land, lots of land
Land, lots of land, starry skies above
Starry skies above, starry skies above
Land, lots of land, lots of land, lots of land)

Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I beg you please
Don’t fence me in

Oh no, don’t fence me in

Originally by Cole Porter. The Killers’ version was available in 2013 when used for the Tourism Nevada campaign

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