Everyone always thinks that this is a love song.

A ballad, of lost love.

It is, after a fashion.

Bassist Jack Blades lost his brother to a drug overdose, and hearing Jeff Watson’s instrumental, crafted this final lyrical goodbye to his brother.

So it is a love song.

For a lost love.

As the sun hides his head
For another nights rest
And the wind sings
His same old song
And you on the edge
Never close, never far
Always there when I needed a friend

Yet it’s hard living life
On this memory-go-round
Always up, always down
Spinning ’round and ’round and ’round

And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye

There once was a time
Never far from my mind
On the beach, on the 4th of July
I remember the sand
How you held out your hand
And we touched for what seemed a lifetime

Now it’s hard
Leaving all this behind me now
Like a schoolboy so lost
Never found until now

And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
Yet it’s hard
Living life on this memory-go-round
Always up, always down
Turning ’round and ’round and ’round
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
Goodbye

The 80s.

Completely, unequivocally, the 80s.

Totally.

I’ve seen Night Ranger, and members of Night Ranger, in concert more times than I can count. This song live, even without the horns from the Tower Of Power, is a bit rougher.

And that double neck Flying V Jeff Watson is sporting is pretty slick.

Think of it, I, hold the world in the palm of my hand
Run a comb through my hair, head on out for some new foreign land
And all this could seem like a dream out the door
With everyday people, face down on the floor

I always said I could make it and be who I am
There’s a new look in sight, what a change for the new modern man
With all this it seems, like I’m dying for more
The streets are on fire, never seen it before
It’s like the sound of electric guitars
Worlds collide and hearts will be broken
Over and over it’s the same every day-
How can I say what has never concerned me
The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day

It’s amazing to me, what a fool will believe to bet by
With a change of your mind, I can live, I can fly
The harder the come, the harder they fall
I never say maybe and I go for it all
Just like the sound of electric guitars

Worlds collide and hearts will be broken
Over and over it’s the same every day-
How can I say what has never concerned me
The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day

With nothing to show, just sweat form my soul
My heart’s on the line and I’m dying to go (dying to go)

Look at us now, gonna make it somehow

Hold on to me baby, can’t hold me down

Worlds collide and hearts will be broken
Over and over it’s the same every day-
How can I say what has never concerned me
The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day
The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day
25 hours a day

From 1998’s Seven, Soul Survivor

There’s a man
Sits outside in front of Grazi’s cafe
Dirty clothes, a bedroll and a smile
He rubs his hands together
Says “mister can you spare me some change?
I’ve been down on my luck for a while”
Yet I ‘m a soul survivor
I sleep under the freeway signs
And I’m here to remind you
Be a friend of mine
Oh be a friend of mine

There’s a famous picture
From the war in Vietnam
Little girl running on a road burned a screaming
Thirty years later
She met the man who called down the napalm
Did he lie
When he begged for forgiveness

She said I’m a soul survivor
God’s grace has set me free
And I’m a living reminder
So think about me
Oh can you think about me

I know this world out side
And it is no bed of roses
We need each others hand
To take us through the night

Soul survivor
Everybody needs a helping hand
We’re all here to remind us
The white man, the black man, red man , all men
Soul survivor, yea yea yea ….
I’m a soul survivor
Be a friend of mine
Oh be a friend of mine
I’m soul survivor
Be a friend of mine

Originally appearing on the  virtually unheard reunion album, 1997’s Neverland, this live track is from the equally easily missed Rock In Japan Live 97.

Penned by Jack Blades, the title itself is the hook, and signature of so many Blades’ songs: Simple, Silly, Sincere:  Forever All Over Again.

If she wanted the world
To be a happier place
She’s stop at least one tear
From rolling down my face
She’d think about me
Maybe pick up the phone
And say “I’m missing you”
At the sound of the tone

If she wanted the world
To keep spinning around
She’d pick a piece of my heart
Up off of the ground
I’d whisper her name
In the still of the night
And while I’m dreaming of her
Holding me tight
She’d be changing her mind
Packing her clothes
She’d buy a one-way ticket
That would bring her home

And she’d come back to me
She’d be more than just a memory
She’d come back to me
And we would fall in love
Forever all over again

If I’d only known
How I’d be breaking inside
I would have begged her to stay
I would have swallowed my pride
I wouldn’t be here
Drinking alone
I’d be holding her
‘Cause she wouldn’t be gone

So God if you’re listening
From somewhere out there
You know I’m down on my knees
And if you’d answer one prayer

Then she’d come back to me
She’d be more than just a memory
She’d come back to me
And we would fall in love
Forever all over again

If she wanted the world
To be a happier place
She’s stop at least one tear
From rolling down my face

She’d be changing her mind
Packing her clothes
She’d buy a one-way ticket
That would bring her home

Then she’d come back to me
She’d be more than just a memory
She’d come back to me
And we would fall in love
Forever all over again
Forever all over again
Yeah we would fall in love
Forever all over again

Bear Grylls. Dude.

Just… dude.

“Just lay back, and think of England!”

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All of the quality copies of this video are non-embeddable. Your loss. Here’s a copy of just the audio with the lyrics displayed.

Possibly the best Rock lyric EVAH:

Some days, I hate everything. Everyone and everything

Or if you want to go see the officially released, pretty version, check out this one.

Rumors are circulating that Sports 1140 KHTK’s Whitey Gleason

100% Original Rise Guy: Two Centuries and counting

is something of an Action Movie Star.

But are there two Whitey Gleasons?

One, a sharp witted broadcaster, mimic, parody song-crafter, and basketball whipping boy.

The other, the Bizarro Whitey Gleason?

Consider:

Bizarro Whitey Gleason as we see him in 1988’s Die Hard

Is that an H&K MP5? Nice.

Here, Bizarro White Gleason ponders: Why I am I the normal brother?

I don’t always wear glasses

Until Bruce Willis interrupts his thoughts

Put down the gun Bruce, I do a pretty good Jay Leno…

Bruce, isn’t smitten with the Leno impersonation…

Eyes Wide Open

Following this, Bizarro Whitey Gleason finds himself adrift.

Trafficking in Human Organs

The depths of depravity

Threatening kids in a lunchroom

And he’s not afraid to use it.

Apparently, all hippied up, and living in a commune

No respect for himself.

A humiliating low – swimsuit model

Next up, ghey men’s magazines

Finally becoming introspective

Candy Ass, can I see your Man Card?

Before returning to the Chummy Pal we all know and love. Seen here rawkin’ the WalkMan, listening to the Bay City Rollers.

He blames this look on the influence of his older brother

Apparently, Bizarro Whitey Gleason also has an older brother, Bizarro Phantom

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Who greets parishioners at church as he prepares to read from Scripture, thusly

A reading from the Book of “And The Horse You Rode In On”

Conclusion: The Bizarro Whitey Gleason has never been seen at Wiener Works. Therefore, there are two Whitey Gleasons.

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