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...very other song is disappointing, though. "Draggin the Lake," much more bitter than "I Will Still Be Laughing," is still worth-while. "Draggin the Lake" escapes the cookiecutter emotions found in "Close," "No Time for Waiting" and others. The emotions within "Draggin the Lake," are fueled perhaps by the public's cruel treatment of Soul Asylum after the hype over "Runaway Train" faded: "Sent on a mission to find out/just how much shit one man can take" is the jarring opening line of the song. Unfortunately, the song tumbles down the path towards over-clicheed lyrics after its stunning start...
Finally, "New York Blackout," much like "Draggin the Lake," is a song which has some great elements and potential to be truly excellent. "New York Blackout" makes a fantastic use of percussion and guitar, and the song starts powerfully, developing well with an interesting guitar line and melody. Sadly, each time the tune becomes really worthwhile, it stops, gets slow and whines until it picks up more momentum. The best way to describe "New York Blackout" is to say that it is enjoyable--good at some points, cheesy at others, but not quite enough to be a Broadway tune...
...Dragons of Cortland, who certainly must be draggin' after driving all the way to Colorado in vans, won the battle of the CSU's yesterday, stooping Colorado State University, 3-0, in their opening-round contest...
...bantamweight, is restrained from dipping into his repertoire much beyond an occasional grimace and a few eye-pops. His performance is perfunctory; he may well have been bored. Kim Novak, one of his seedy band, wearily remarks of herself at the outset: "Sister Lyda's ass is draggin." Indeed, she bestirs herself only for the strategic seduction of Clint Walker, who has no trouble at all playing an oafish, one-dimensional Ranger. Despite The Great Bank Robbery's pretentious effort, the genuinely amusing western remains an elusive specimen...
...senior year at college, he and a friend decided to try their wings at a grass airfield at Waynesburg. The event had something of the character of a corn-silk smoking session behind the barn. "I tell you," he says, "there was a lot of foot-draggin' on the way. I kept wonderin' out loud if we weren't goin' the wrong way. if we oughtn't to turn around. But we went up. finally, in a yellow, two-seat Piper Cub. The pilot kept me up there for half an hour, lettin...