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Don Henley, “Dirty Laundry”


I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry

Well, I could’ve been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em all around

We got the bubbleheaded bleach-blonde, comes on at 5
She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It’s interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up, kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re stiff, kick ’em all around

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie
Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing
When it’s said and done, we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry

“Second Chance” by Shinedown


My eyes are open wide
By the way, I made it through the day
I watch the world outside
By the way, I’m leaving out today

I just saw Hayley’s Comet she waved
And said, “Why you always running in place?”
Even the Man in the Moon disappears
somewhere in the Stratosphere

Tell my mother,
tell my father
I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I’m not angry,
I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye
is a second chance

Please don’t cry one tear for me
I’m not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice,
So listen closely, it’s only for today

I just saw Hayley’s Comet she waved
And said, “Why you always running in place?”
Even the Man in the Moon disappears
somewhere in the Stratosphere

Tell my mother,
tell my father
I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I’m not angry,
I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye
is a second chance

Here is my chance
This is my chance

Tell my mother,
tell my father
I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I’m not angry,
I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye
is a second chance

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

I never have trusted people named Dave….


Just thought I’d rant on the (not too) recent collapse of my favourite radio station, Z93. The place that I was almost guaranteed a job at as soon as I was back in school full time. Now it’s crap, and I will have nothing to do with it. Question is, what happened to Mara, Willard, Frank, Adam, and even Dunham? Art “Mad Man” Mehring is on Real Radio 105.3 now, which has become my crutch. That and 96 Rock. At least 96 Rock still plays rock and roll–not lame crap rock like Loggins and Messina or (*shudder*) Sheryl Crow on Dave FM. Rock Without Rules? More like the doldrums of popular music.

www.z93.com
www.929davefm.com
www.z93.com/staff/art.html
www.radio-info.com
www.realradio1053.com