All Around the World

by Noel Gallagher

It's a bit early in the midnight hour for me
To go through all the things that I want to be
I don't believe in everything I see
You know I'm blind, so why do you disagree?

Take me away
'Cause I just don't want to stay
And the lies you make me say
Are getting deeper every day
These are crazy days but they make me shine
Time keeps rolling by

All around the world
You've got to spread the word
Tell them what you heard
You're going to make a better day

What you going to do when the walls come falling down?
You never move, you never make a sound
Where you going to swim with the riches that you found?
You're lost at sea, well I hope that you drown

All around the world
You've got to spread the word
Tell them what you heard
You know it's going to be okay

Indians Baseball Song

by Sammy Watkins

So let's go, go, go to the Indians ballgame
And we'll root, cheer, try, try to win every game
Take your beau, your gal, your Suzy and Sal to the ballgame
You'll be king and a queen for a day when the Indians play

Take a walk, take a bus, take your car
It's not far from wherever you are
Hear the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd
Be an Indians fan and be proud

So let's go, go, go to the Indians ballgame
And we'll root, and we'll cheer, and we'll try, try to win every game

Fair Weather Fans

by Steve Wynn

As a kid in Arizona, we didn't have our own team
But I was drawn to the Braves of Aaron, Mathews and Spahn
When we moved to The Bay, I got McCovey, Marichal and Mays
It was heaven and then in '68, the A's came along

With Captain Sal, Reggie, Joe Rudi. and Rollie
Having two teams to love was out of sight
When Seattle became home, spent my nights in the Dome
I still think the Mariners, Giants and A's are all right

A fair weather fan is not what I am
Even though my zip code has changed
I might smile and enjoy where I'm currently employed
Your soul can't be rearranged
It's so hard to understand
It's so hard to understand a fair weather fan

I grew up outside of Minneapolis
Glued to the radio and the '70's Twins
And the sad sound of crying when they didn't
Score enough runs for a Blyleven win

Now I reside in New York City
So I got a little thing for the pinstripes
But when the Twins face the Yanks in the ALDS
You know who this small town girl likes

A fair weather fan is not what I am
Even though my zip code has changed
I might smile and enjoy where I'm currently employed
Your soul can't be rearranged
It's so hard to understand
It's so hard to understand a fair weather fan

And there's bass player Pete, always fast on his feet
No home team, then for sure
He stays fast and loose but if he had to choose
It's be the Washington Senators

I grew up in LA to the sweet sounds of Vin Scully
That's how I went to bed most every night
There ain't a prettier park than the one in Chavez Ravine
I've seen many games by the palm trees and the lights

But I sure do love Manhattan
I took on the AL team after '93
But now that Torre and Mattingly have moved to LA
It makes it so much easier for me

'Cause a fair weather fan is not what I am
Even though my zip code has changed
I might smile and enjoy where I'm currently employed
Your soul can't be rearranged
Oh, it's hard to understand
It's so hard to understand

A fair weather, a fair weather
A fair weather fan
A fair weather fan
A fair weather fan
A fair weather fan

Less Like Scars

by Sara Groves

It's been a hard year
But I'm climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard
Healing changes are subtle

But every day it's
Less like tearing, more like building
Less like captive, more like willing
Less like breakdown, more like surrender
Less like haunting, more like remember

And I feel you here
And you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like character

Less like a prison, more like my room
It's less like a casket, more like a womb
Less like dying, more like transcending
Less like fear, less like an ending

Just a little while ago
I couldn't feel the power or the hope
I couldn't cope, I couldn't feel a thing
Just a little while back
I was desperate, broken, laid out
Hoping you would come

And I need you
And I want you here
And I feel you

And I know you're here
And you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars
And more like character