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Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Monday, October 1, 2018
Life in The Fast Lane
I inherited an Eagles greatest hits CD when Merry and Sr. bought a family trickster to cart the baby and baby junk around. It had gotten left in the cd player. "Life in the Fast Lane" was released when I was still a very young girl and I don't remember being really emotionally attached to the song. I did have an Eagles album but I was a little older when I got it. Anyway, while listening to this cd in the car I have gotten to know the words quite well. It seems to be the perfect song for a certain group of people I know. 😉
Life in the Fast Lane
He
was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome,
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
Of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red."
He was brutally handsome,
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
Of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red."
Life
in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Eager
for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people
They took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror
Lines on her face
She pretended not to notice
She was caught up in the race
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people
They took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror
Lines on her face
She pretended not to notice
She was caught up in the race
Out
every evening
Until it was light
He was too tired to make it
She was too tired to fight about it
Until it was light
He was too tired to make it
She was too tired to fight about it
Life
in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, yeah
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, yeah
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowin'
and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign,
Took a turn for the worse
She said, "Listen, baby.
You can hear the engine ring.
We've been up and down this highway
I haven't seen a goddam thing."
He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay him cash."
They went rushin' down that freeway,
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off and it was
They didn't see the stop sign,
Took a turn for the worse
She said, "Listen, baby.
You can hear the engine ring.
We've been up and down this highway
I haven't seen a goddam thing."
He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay him cash."
They went rushin' down that freeway,
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off and it was
Life
in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Life
in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Songwriters:
Don Henley,Glenn Frey,Joe Walsh
©
Universal Music Publishing Group,Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For
non-commercial use only.
Data
from: LyricFind
Rainy Day Chores
I usually do not get involved with arguing with Mother Nature about the weather because I enjoy being outside and Michigan really does have pretty nice weather, BUT trying to deal with chores in this stuff gets pretty rough. This year is especially bad because there are no square bails to be found. That means I have to run the tractor every day and I have to wrangle the big round bails to get the hay off to control the feeding. I look pretty much like a muddy drowned rat after each feeding. The horses hate being cooped up for more than a day but if it isn't sunny by tomorrow, things will be so slippery they will slide all over the place if I do put them out. So....what's a farm girl to do? Pray for sun! Otherwise our hopes for a nice fall will be quickly ruined by MUD season.
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