>Can't find no reasons for your actions. Or I don't much like the
>reasoning you use. Somehow your motives are impure, somehow I can't
>find the cure - can't find no antidote for blues.
>(...Alternately, it just works with all sorts of Dire Straits tunes.)
Some days you're the Louisville slugger, baby. Sometimes you're the ball.
Some days it all come together now, some days it don't come at all.
"Don't change the subject"
"Too slow, already did."