I have and will always love rock lyrics. They are the hook that keeps me engaged in enjoying music as I grind on in the latter part of my Sixties to whatever comes next. (Assuming there is anything beyond here and hear.)
But sometimes, you have to turn it up to eleven and bang your head.
You're welcome.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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