From Gans of New York Soundtrack

The Killers All These Things That I've Done Hot Fuss Director: Anton Corbijn

Craig Morgan That's What I Love About Sunday (C) 2006 Broken Bow Records

Phil Donahue is the MAN. I have a whole new respect for Donahue. Bill yelled at the top of his lungs to get his point through but in the end made himself sound like an idiot. Bill, go f*ck yourself. Check out Phil's look at Bill when the interview was over. He's such a badass. lol PS: Yes I do believe that Donahue was a bit extreme when he was saying "...to fight and die." That is disrespectful. I don't praise Phil Donahue nor any other political personality in the media. Just because Bill O'Reilly was yelling at Donahue doesn't make him right. Like Phil said "loud doesn't mean right" He always does that on his show to make him feel like he's winning the argument. I put that title on the video because Bill O' Reilly finally put someone on the show that can throw punches back at O'Reilly. I don't think anyone would believe that either of these guys won the argument. The Iraq War is what I like to call War Corportism. The big corporations and oil companies are making big bucks off this war. Like what Donahue said about Haliburton was right. Dick Cheney is getting richer and richer off the war and the rest of the elitists. After the Pentagon Papers, documents exposing what the Vietnam war was really about, were released, what makes you think that this war is any different? Lying to get us into war just like Vietnam.

Baby we can talk all night But that ain't gettin us nowhere I told you everything I possibly can There's nothing left inside of here And maybe you can cry all night But that'll never change the way I feel The snow is really piling up outside I wish you wouldn't make me leave here I poured it on and I poured it out I tried to show you just how much I care I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout But you've been cold to me so long I'm crying icicles instead of tears And all I can do Is keep on telling you I want you (I want you) I need you (I need you) But-there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you Now don't be sad (Don't be sad) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad Now don't be sad (Cause) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach You'll never drill for oil on a city street I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks But there ain't no Coup de Ville Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box I can't lie I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not No matter how I try I'll never be able To give you something Something that I just haven't got There's only one girl that I will ever love And that was so many years ago And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart She never loved me back Ooh I know I remember how she left me on a stormy night She kissed me and got out of our bed And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door She packed her bags and turned right away And she kept on telling me She kept on telling me She kept on telling me I want you (I want you) I need you (I need you) But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you Now don't be sad (Don't be sad) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad I want you (I want you) I need you (I need you) But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you Now don't be sad (Don't be sad) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad Now don't be sad (Don't) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad Baby we can talk all night But that ain't getting us nowhere