Oh, my goodness. The football thingy again.

Wasn't there a bamboo curtain? I know my curtains are sheer and white and blow in bellows like the night. UhOh. Can't get away from the poetry, listeners.
Ahem. A slight respite from the pigskin.
It seems that Bob Dylan's Memoirs will be a finalist for The Critics Prize, so let's do a song by him.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
Top 5 ?- Bob Dylan Lyrics
Now, listeners. Aren't love songs better than stadiums?