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The posted love is qualified a bit by the no parking sign.There's probably a theorem.Though occasionally you find what seems to be an exception.
Loveland? Looks more like Joe's Garage.A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band rehearsing in it. We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park.It wasn't very largeThere was just enough room to cram the drumsIn the corner over by the DodgeIt was a fifty-fourWith a mashed up doorAnd a cheesy little ampWith a sign on the front said "Fender Champ"And a second hand guitarIt was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar We could jam in Joe's GarageHis mama was screamin'His dad was madWe was playin' the same old songIn the afternoon 'n' sometimes we wouldPlay it all night longIt was all we knew, 'n' easy tooSo we wouldn't get it wrongAll we did was bend the string like...Hey!Down in Joe's GarageWe didn't have no dope or LSDBut a coupla quarts-a-beerWould fix it so the intonationWould not offend yer earAnd the same old chords goin' over 'n' overBecame a symphonyWe would play it again 'n' again 'n' again'Cause it sounded good to meONE MORE TIME!We could jam in Joe's GarageHis mama was screamin',"TURN IT DOWN!"We was playing' the same old songIn the afternoon 'n' sometimes we wouldPlay it all night longIt was all we knew, and easy tooSo we wouldn't get it wrongEven if you played it on a saxophoneWe thought we was pretty goodWe talked about keepin' the band together'N' we figured that we should'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eyeFrom the girls in the neighborhoodThey'd all come over 'n' dance around like...Twenty teen-age girls dash in and go STOMP-CLAP, STOMP-CLAP-CLAP...So we picked out stupid nameHad some cards printed up for a coupla bucks'N' we was on our way to fameGot matching suits'N' Beatle Boots'N' a sign on the back of the car'N' we was ready to work in a GO-GO BarPeople seemed to like our songThey got up 'n' danced 'n made a lotta noiseAn' it wasn't 'fore very longA guy from a company we can't nameSaid we oughta take his pen'N' sign on the line for a real good timeBut he didn't tell us whenThese "good times" would be somethin'That was really happeninSo the band broke upAn' it looks likeWe will never play again...Guess you only get one chance in lifeTo play a song that goes like...
Some lawns cry out for a sizeable island bed full Buddleja davidii; that one in particular.
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