The Rochester Americans (colloquially the Amerks) are a professional ice hockey team in the American Hockey League, and a top affiliate of the Buffalo Sabres. The team plays its home games in Rochester, New York, at the Blue Cross Arena at the War Memorial. The Americans are one of the oldest franchises in the AHL, celebrating their 50th consecutive season in the American Hockey League in 2005–06.
Rochester was awarded a new franchise in June 1956 when the Pittsburgh Hornets were forced to suspend operations after their arena, the Duquesne Gardens was razed in an urban renewal project. The owner of the Hornets, John H. Harris, held the Pittsburgh franchise in limbo until a new arena could be built. The Hornets re-entered the American Hockey League in 1961-62. All of the records of the Pittsburgh Hornets stayed in Pittsburgh.
The Amerks' team colors are red, white and blue. The logo is a patriotic badge with "Americans" written in cursive script. The Americans have won six Calder Cups: in 1965, 1966, 1968, 1983, 1987 and 1996. They have lost in the Finals ten times: in 1957, 1960, 1967, 1977, 1984, 1990, 1991, 1993, 1999 and 2000.
Let us be lovers
We'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner's Pies
And walked on, walked on, walked on
To look for America
'Kathy,' I said as we boarded a Greyhound to Pittsburg,
'Michigan seems like a dream to me now'
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the Gabardine suit was a spy
I said, 'Be carefull his bow tie is really a camera.'
Kathy I'm lost I said
Although I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and I'm aching
And I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
America is
America is
America is
America is
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
Look at the indians
look at the blacks
look at the figures
look at the facts
check out the facts
the facts not the lies
when you find out
big surprise
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
check out the indians
check out the blacks
check out the figures
check out the facts
check out some facts
check out the facts not the lies
when you find out
it's a big surprise right between the eyes
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
american dream is only a dream
no desperation limit
new desperation level
even though my nose don't work
I smell trouble I smell trouble
no desperation limit
new desperation level
murder, mureder in the goverment
say you're sorry
say you're sorry
no desperation limit
new desperation level
turn the key
turn the lock
nationalism
you can suck my..
no desperation limit
new desperation level
watch the worl's progressin'
everywhere
aggresion, aggresion
aggresion, aggresion
aggresion, aggresion
America is a sharecropper's son
Who plays a guitar
And grows up to be a rock and roll star
Yes even a sharecropper's son can go far
In America
America is an immigrant's daughter
With something to say
Who grows up to be a writer one day
An immigrant's daughter can turn out ok
In America
America
You can build a bigger bridge
You can make a better car
Erect a building tall enough to almost touch a star
Anything you can dream you can do
It's up to you
America is the cop on the beat
Who walks all alone
And offers his life to safeguard your own
Like so many heroes unsung and unknown
In America
America is the telephone man
On top of a pole
The miner who digs deep down in a hole
And each one in search of his own private goal
In America
America
You can build a stronger dam
You can make a faster plane
Irrigate a barren desert that is crying out for rain
Anything you can dream you can do
It's up to you
America is
The light in the harbor
That immigrants see
That tells them they've reached the land of the free
And that is the way it always will be
In America
America
Mare,
sdraiato da millenni sotto il sole,
chissà gli amori che hai fatto sbocciare
e, come il mio, ne avrai visti finire.
Mare,
ti bacia il vento come fossi un fiore
e qualche volta ti fa anche arrabbiare
poi, forse stanco, torni a risposare.
Mare,
che dai da vivere anche al pescatore
coi tuoi riflessi e luci di lampare
chissà quanti occhi avrai fatto sognare.
Mare,
se Dio ti desse il modo di parlare
ne avresti storie tu da raccontare
di naufraghi, corsari e di avventure
finiti in fondo al mare.
Mare,
cristalli di rugiada sotto sale,
solleticato da leggere vele
che, come un bimbo, fermo non sai stare.
Mare,
vorrei aver più tempo per restare
perché anche se non parli sai ascoltare,
ti lascio i miei problemi in fondo al mare.
Mare,
un ultimo saluto, devo andare,
ci rivedremo ancora, ci puoi giurare
e un nuovo amore nascerà, vedra!