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Sit around with the folks….

Tell the same old tired jokes.

Bored to death on a Sunday afternoon.

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There was a special song for a special lady.

(Source: youtube.com)

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Anonymous said: ◎ What is your taste in music?

goodnight-iacon:

Well, for the longest time I was pretty close to the borderline, and you may be right, only the good die young but we didn’t start the fire. So why should I worry? I think it’s sometimes a fantasy, but it’s still rock ‘n roll to me. In the end, all I really know is I don’t want to be alone, so this piano man fell in love with an uptown girl~

…..and since he fell in love with her it made you an Angry Young Man whom is just waiting for This Night and Vienna while you sing a Lullabye on 52nd Street.  

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thesongsstuckinmyhead:

Saw this on the sidewalk today and it made me smile :)
Kudos, anonymous chalk artist.

thesongsstuckinmyhead:

Saw this on the sidewalk today and it made me smile :)

Kudos, anonymous chalk artist.

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  • person: so how did he die?
  • billy joel: he had a heart attack-ack-ack-ack
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Walk with me to Pennsylvania Turnpike

cjoll4:

fuckyeabillyjoel:

Indiana’s early morning too. Higher than the hills of California, home is just another word for you.

…but the lyrics are “Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike / Indiana’s early morning dew / High up in the hills of California / Home is just another word for you.”

Ahh. 

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Friday night I crashed your party

Saturday I said I’m sorry.

Sunday came and trashed it out again.

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Make this your alarm in the morning. You’ll thank me later.

Make this your alarm in the morning. You’ll thank me later.

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Here I am, trying to keep you in my line of sight.

I’m never certain that you read me right.