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Hope....

I hope that the world stops raining
Stops turning it's back on the young
See nobody here is blameless
I hope that we can fix all that we've done

I really hope you can see this
I hope that we still have a dream
I'm hoping that change isn't hopless
I'm hoping to start it with me

I just hope I'm not the only one
I just hope I'm not the only one

I hope we start seeing forever
Instead of what we can gain in a day
I hope we start seeing each other
Cause don't we all bleed the same

I really hope someone can hear me
That a child doesn't bear the weight of a gun
I find the voice within me
To scream at the top of my lungs

I just hope I'm not the only one
I just hope I'm not the only one

Louder, I cannot hear you
How can things be better left unsaid
Call me, call me a dreamer
But it seems like dreams are all that we've got left

I hope we still have a heartbeat
I hope we don't turn to snow
A night when you turn the lights off
I hope you don't cry alone

I hope we stop taking for granted
All of the land and all of the sea
I'm taking a chance on loving
I hope that you take it with me

I just hope I'm not the only one
<3

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace

You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world

You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one

John Lennon.

Love this




<3 Jo

A Better Place To Be Lyrics

"It was an early morning bar room,
And the place just opened up.
And the little man came in so fast and
he Started at his cups.
And the broad who served the whisky
She was a big old friendly girl.
Who tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.

And she said "Hey Bub, It's, It's been awhile
Since you been around.
Where the hell you been hidin'?
And why you look so down?"

Well the little man just sat there
like he'd never heard a sound.

The waitress she gave out with a cough,
And acting not the least put off,
She spoke once again.

She said, "I don't want to bother you,
Consider it's understood.
I know I'm not no beauty queen,
But I sure can listen good."

And the little man took his drink in his hand
And he raised it to his lips.
He took a couple of sips.
And then he told the waitress this story.

"I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Die.
And I watch the metal rusting, I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright.

You see, she was so damned beautiful that she could warm a winter frost.
But she looked long past lonely, and well nigh on to lost.
Now I'm not much of a mover, or a pick-em-up easy guy,
But I decided to glide on over, and give her one good try.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was worth a try.

Well I was "Tongued-tied like a school boy, I stammered out some words.
It did not seem to matter much, 'cause I don't think she heard.
She just looked clear on through me to a space back in my head.
It shamed me into silence, as quietly she said,
'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be.
Anywhere's a better place to be.'

Well I drove her to my boarding house, and I took her up to my room.
And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom.
But she said, 'Please leave the light off, oh I don't mind the dark.'
And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
The moonlight shone upon her as she lay back in my bed.
It was the kind of scene I only had imagined in my head.
I just could not believe it, to think that she was real.
And as I tried to tell her she said 'Shhh.. I know just how you feel.
And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I've been oh so lonely, lovin' someone is a better way to be.
anywhere's a better place to be.'

Well The morning come so swiftly I held her in my arms.
And she slept like a baby, snug and safe from harm.
I did not want to share her or dare to break the mood,
So before she woke I went out to buy us both some food.

"I came back with my paper bag, to find that she was gone.
She'd left a six word letter saying 'It's time that I moved on.'"

You know The waitress she took her bar rag, and she wiped it across her eyes.
And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh.
She said "I wish that I was beautiful, or that you were halfway blind.
And I wish I weren't so goddamn fat, I wish that you were mine.
And I wish that you'd come with me, when I leave for home.
For we both know all about emptiness, and livin' all alone."

And the little man, Looked at the empty glass in his hand.
And he smiled a crooked grin, He said, "I, I guess I'm out of gin.
And I know we both have been, so lonely.
And if you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I know I'm goin' nowhere and anywhere's a better place to be."

Harry Chapin

Up On The Roof.

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right in to space

On the roof it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me

Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street

On the roof's the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Oh, let's go
up on the roof

At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling, you can share it all with me

I keep a-telling you
Right smack down in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's trouble proof
So if this world starts getting you down
there's room enough for two up on the roof

Up on the roof
Everyhting's all right
Up on the roof
Oh, come on baby
Up on the roof
Up on the roof

Rambling Rose;

Just watched this on youtube , such a poignant song. Thank you for posting.


Jo

Irish Political Nonsense.

In honour of Enda Kenny (TD/MP), who is the current Prime Minister of the Irish Republic. A Co.Mayo man of course - one of the lovelier Irish counties.
____________________________________________________________

Enda, the local TD was elected to the Dail by a large majority vote.
He was so delighted by his win, to all his friends he wrote
A letter inviting them to come & dine with him
In the big hotel - the crowds came pouring in.

There were tall men, small men, bald men, football men, Fianna Fail men, know-it-all men.
There were bail men, salesmen, Fine Gael men, IRA men, NFA men, GAA men.
There were CIE men, ESB men, RTE men, BBC men, ITV men & EEC men.
There were Technicians, Opticians, Physicians, Magicians, Musicians, Electricians & Dieticians.

There were postmen, host men, propose-the-toast men.
There were teachers, preachers & men who were good readers.
There were bakers, undertakers & men who were fine coffin makers.
There were waiters, slaters & men who were good eaters.

There were shopkeepers, street sweepers, men who were good sleepers,
Great collectors, team selectors & men who were good electors.
There were pit men, well fit men, jurors, rulers, chauffeurs & gofers.
There were tailors, sailors, peelers, cattle dealers, joiners & golfers.

There were single men, married men & some who brought their wives along.
The women wore tall hats, small hats, green hats, easy-clean hats,
Leather hats, knitted hats & well fitted hats.

There were single dames there, well done up ones and well brought up ones.
Some had high heels, some had low heels & some had no heels.
Some wore mini skirts, skinny skirts, high skirts & low skirts.
Some you'd think wore no skirts.

Some of these were rousers, some wore trousers.
Some could step-dance, others could not dance
And more of them sported hot pants.

Well, some were sat eating, others were up & down greeting.
There were all kinds of nice cakes, ice cakes, sliced cakes & spice cakes.
With soup, we got brown rolls, some of them were round rolls.
Talk about munching & crunching & drinking,
There was no time for thinking.

The soup bowls were soon collected
and the next ones well selected.
We got ham & lamb, salmon & tomatoes in a bowl.

We got red sauce like lamb’s jam & potatoes in a roll.
There were rashers & canapés & carrots by the score.
We got roast beef & minced meat & cocks’ legs galore.

We had whiskey & brandy, tonic wine & shandy
Cherry wine & sherry wine & all sorts of berry wine.
We got fruit cocktail & peaches & then came the speeches.

Oh, manful shouting; they never heard such spouting
for the things that could happen, you never heard such clapping.

It was his intention to give everyone a pension
and there's no need to mention that went down very well.

All the bog land he'd drain & make a good playground
and plough up the lay land for potatoes we'd sell.

England would buy them & their chip shops would fry them
Or else we would dry them & wrap them up well.

Ah, but you know the TDs how they blow like a breeze.
They would empty the seas when an election is near.
They'd clap like the thunder & they'd hide every blunder.

But then they'd get lazy & take it quiet easy.
They'd drive you just crazy if you took any heed.

But they are all just the same & it's damn hard to blame them;
You wouldn't dare name them for there isn't much need.

Amen!

Joeva I'm glad you enjoyed it :-) If you haven't heard it, try 'Mr Tanner', Harry Chapin also.

Fix You..... :-)

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face And I
Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes Tears stream down your face And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you

Born under a bad sign.
I've been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Bad luck and trouble's my only friend,
I've been down ever since I was ten.

Born under a bad sign.
I've been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.

You know, wine and women is all I crave.
A big bad woman's gonna carry me to my grave.

Born under a bad sign.
I've been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Bad luck and trouble's been my only friend,
I've been down ever since I was ten.

Born under a bad sign.
I've been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck.
If it wasn't for real bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Suffering from Man Flu at the moment, may not last the day cough, sniff, gasp collapse onto keyboardddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

Passes Mayfield a tonic......and a kick up the butt :-D ;-)

Careful with those High Kicks Mersey, you might damage your Knees again and no more Knees up Mother Brown. :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)

Managed to survive the night feeling better must be Mersey's tonic, can't spend too long today sitting at the computer though, because of this bruise on my bum!

Mayfield :-D

:-D :-D @ Mayfield ;-)

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky,
you'll get by If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile
That's the time you must keep on trying Smile,
what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile,
if you just smile :-D :-D

Oh the women 'cross the river carry water from the well at break of day
And they talk to one another; God only knows what they might say
You might get an education after years of dedication
You might finally get a glimpse of what is right and what is wrong
But the women 'cross the river; well they knew that all along

Oh the women 'cross the river work with tools that are ancient and hand-made
And they plough their fields in perfect rows and then they rest beneath the shade
Now we have learned to build, out of concrete, out of steel
And our buildings stand a thousand years but then even they are bound to fall
But the women 'cross the river never learned to build a wall

Oh the women 'cross the river are as gentle as the dew upon the ground
How I love to hear them laughing in the rain when it makes that perfect sound

Now a soldier with a gun and a battle to be won
Might kill you with a bullet and you never even know the reason why

But the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes
Oh the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes

(David Olney)

The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God by J Milton Hayes


There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.

He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying "That's from Mad Carew,"
And she found the little green eye of the god.

She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.

When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room;
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro' the gloom.

His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slipp'ry where she trod;
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
'Twas the "Vengeance of the Little Yellow God."

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.



:-D with apologies for the melodrama....this was my mother's party piece and you could hear a pin drop when she told it....

LOL BC I would have loved to hear your mother do that :-) I remember first hearing it on 'The Good Old Days' I think?

One of my favorites

A smoky room, a small cafe
They come to hear you play
And drink and dance the night away
I sit out in the crowd
And close my eyes
Dream you're mine
But you don't know
You don't even know that I am there

I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song

Steal my heart with every note you play
I pray you'll look my way
And hold me to your heart someday
I long to be the one that you caress with
tenderness
And you don't know
You don't even know that I exist

I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song

There's no chill and yet I shiver

There's no flame and yet I burn

I'm not sure what I'm afraid of

And yet I'm trembling


There's no storm yet I hear thunder

And I'm breathless why I wonder

Weak one moment

Then the next I'm fine


I feel as if I'm falling every time I close my eyes

And flowing through my body is a river of surprise

Feelings are awakening

I hardly recognize as mine


What are all these new sensations?

What's the secret they reveal?

I'm not sure I understand

But I like the way I feel


Oh why, why, why, why, oh

Why is it that every time I close my eyes he's there?

The water shining on his skin the sunlight in his hair

And all the while I'm thinking things

That I can't wait to share with him


I'm a bundle of confusion

Yet it has a strange appeal

Did it all begin with him

And the way he makes me feel?


I like the way he makes me feel, he makes me feel

I like the way, I like the way he makes me feel

Standing in a line
Wonder why it don't move
Trying get a hand
Watching people break the rules
And maybe the man in charge, doesn't like my face
But then this world's not always good

And nothing's real but love
Nothing's real but love
No money, no house, no car, can beat love...

They watch us open-mouthed
As we joke around like fools
See who can be the worst
Watch what I can do
But then the door gets slammed, slammed right in my face
And I guess this world's not always good

And nothing's real but love
Nothing's real but love
No house, no car, no job, can beat love...

"The Best Day"

I'm five years old
It's getting cold
I've got my big coat on

I hear your laugh
And look up smiling at you
I run and run

Past the pumpkin patch
And the tractor rides
Look now -- the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep
On the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you're not scared of anything at all
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day
With you today

I'm thirteen now
And don't know how my friends
Could be so mean

I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys

And we drive and drive
Until we've found a town
Far enough away

And we talk and window-shop
Until I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm gonna talk to
Now at school
I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day
With you today

I have an excellent Grandad
His strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my little brother
Inside and out
He's better than I am