Sunday, February 28, 2016

For Glenn

If you don't listen to this song it's on you...not me. It's a shame Linda has lost her voice to Parkinson's.
 We all know what it'a like to lose our voices literally or metaphorically.  I am getting old and my singing voice left town on a bus. But I've still got the Eagles and my old T. Rex

Well the stage was set the sun was sinkin' low down 
As they came to town to face another showdown 
The lawmen cleared the people from the streets 
"All you blood-thirsty bystanders, will you try to 
find your seats?" 
Watch 'em duelin' (duelin') 
Doolin-Dalton (Dalton)
High or low, (high, low), it's all the same 
Easy money and faithless women 
You will never kill the pain 

Go down, Bill Doolin, don't you wonder why 
Sooner or later we all have to die? 
Sooner or later, that's a stone-cold fact, 
Four men ride out and only three ride back

The queen of diamonds let you down, 
She was just an empty fable 
The queen of hearts you say you never met 
Your twisted fate has found you out 
And it's fin'lly turned the tables 
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret 
(Is there gonna be anything left, is there gonna be anything?) 
You sealed your fate up a long time ago 
(Ain't it hard when you're all alone in the center ring?) 
Now there's no time left to borrow 
(Is there gonna be anything left?) 
Only stardust 
(Maybe tomorrow) 
Maybe tomorrow 
Maybe tomorrow 

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