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if everyone is riding a honda next year is valentino or jlo going to have to unretire to ride the yamaha?

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I made him big

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never fails to amaze me that the fandom portion that wholeheartedly “hates” bran’s povs is severely theory obsessed, and yet 85% of those little theories come from what is known because of those povs

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Antis complaining about the animators being "uNdErPaId" and then watch Hazbin Hotel in leaked form 💀

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Please explain the math of this journey.

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Chapter III: Don't Talk of Love [2]

I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination. On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand. And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Every day's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories. And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be homeward bound. Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend. But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity. Like emptiness in harmony, I need someone to comfort me. Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound. Home where my thoughts escaping, my music's playing, where my love lies waiting silently for me.

According to Geoff Speed, "He is said to have written 'Homeward Bound' while he was staying in Widnes with me, and that is sure to raise the hackles of everyone from Widnes. Yes, he did complete the song while staying with me in Widnes, but I know he had been in the night before, and I think he was really writing about Birkenhead!"

Al Stewart recalled, 'I lived in the same flat as Paul Simon in London. I was in the room next door. I heard him writing songs through the wall, (Sings) "Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound", and after about three hours, he came out and said, "What do you think of this?" When he played me "Homeward Bound", I thought it was okay. I didn't think it was great."

Lookin' from my window at the freshly fallen snow. That sparkles as it tumbles upon the street below. The crackle of the fire is laughing in my ear. The room is warm and sleepy, I wish you could be here. Sundays in this town, there's not a lot for me to do. I've been listening to some records, but my thoughts have turned to you. I try to read the paper, but the words aren't very clear. I know something is missing, I wish you could be here. I keep listening for your footsteps or your key turnin' in the door. I sure could use your company, but we've been through that before. The winter's gonna last for a long time this year. I've got lots of empty time to kill, I wish you could be here.

(Written in the UK, with Bruce Woodley of the Seekers.)

Through the corridors of sleep, past shadows dark and deep, my mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel and I hide behind the shield of my illusion. The mirror on my wall casts an image dark and small but I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I'm blinded by the light of God and truth and right. I wander in the night without direction. No matter if you're born to play the king or pawn. For the line is thinly drawn between joy and sorrow. So my fantasy becomes reality, and I must be what I must be, and face tomorrow. So I'll continue to continue to pretend, my life will never end. And flowers never bend with the rainfall.