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23 Apr 2013 00:58 |
This was No 1 the day hubby and I married ,when we came back from honeymoon I kept singing the 'chorous'...my mother didn't know that it was in the pop charts at the time! She was bemused why I kept singing...' If I had to do the same again I would etc'
Abba..Fernando
Can you hear the drums Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this In the firelight Fernando You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar I could hear the distant drums And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally I was so afraid Fernando We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die And I'm not ashamed to say The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando
Now we're old and grey Fernando And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand Can you hear the drums Fernando? Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande? I can see it in your eyes How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
(Repeat x2) There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando...
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Mersey
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22 Apr 2013 22:57 |
Thanks $$ ....im always forgetting to put title on.....
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22 Apr 2013 22:43 |
Those lyrics were for anyone who didn't know............. Simply Red ..For Your Babies.
I used to give a guy to lift when we went to management meetings 50 miles away, and I used to 'drive him nuts' cos I either had Elton John or Simply Red CD's playing
Another Simply Red "Your Mirror"
I've got to stand up for myself This society don't care about nobody else I've got to be strong Even if I know that this feeling is wrong I've got to not care Even if I know that this world is meant to Share
Wait a minute. This is wrong Even the birds still sing their faithful song And your beauty lies within you Look in the mirror baby Look in the mirror baby
What you gonna do when your friends have Gone away And deserted you You'll have to be strong 24 hours can seem so long You're taught to not care And then not realise this world is meant to Share
Wait a minute. It's wrong Even the birds still sing their faithful song And your beauty lies within you Look in the mirror baby Look in the mirror baby
We've got to stand up for ourselves Even if a leader so cold wants to glory himself We've got to be strong Even if our reasons seem wrong We've got to not care Even if the world that we know may not even Be here
Hold it! It's wrong Even the birds still sing their faithful song And your beauty lies within you Look in the mirror baby Look in the mirror baby
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Mersey
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22 Apr 2013 22:28 |
$$ I do like abit of Simply Red.....Easy on the ear....
You've got that look again The one I hoped I had when I was a lad Your face is just beaming Your smile got me boasting, my pulse roller-coastering Anyway the four winds that blow They're gonna send me sailing home to you Or I'll fly with the force of a rainbow The dream of gold will be waiting in your eyes You know I'd do most anything you want Hey I, I try to give you everything you need I can see that it gets to you I don't believe in many things But in you I do Her faith is amazing The pain that she goes through contained in the hope for you Your whole world has changed The years spent before seem more cloudy than blue In many ways your baby's controlling When you haven't laid down for days For the poor no time to be thinking They're too busy finding ways You know I'd do most anything you want Hey I, I try to give you everything you need I'll see that it gets to you I don't believe in many things But in you I do You know I'd do most anything you want Everyday I, I try to give you everything you need We'll always be there for you I don't believe in many things But in you I do
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21 Apr 2013 23:47 |
Love Coldplay..Fix it and others...Imagine ..John Lennon :-D Brilliant.
Stars...........Simply Red. Anyone who ever held you Would tell you the way I'm feeling Anyone who ever wanted you Would try to tell you what I feel inside The only thing I ever wanted Was the feeling that you ain't faking The only one you ever thought about Wait a minute can't you see that I
I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend
For the man who tried to hurt you He's explaining the way I'm feeling For all the jealousy I caused you States the reason why I'm trying to hide As for all the things you taught me It sends my future into clearer dimensions You'll never know how much you hurt me Stay a minute can't you see that I
I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend
Too many hearts are broken A lover’s promise never came with a maybe So many words are left unspoken The silent voices are driving me crazy As for all the pain you caused me Making up could never be your intention You’ll never know how much you hurt me Stay can’t you see that I
I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Living years...Mike and the Mechanics (Never had a fall out with my dad by the way ,loved him to bits.)
Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thoughts Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talkin' in defense
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts
So Don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different date And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
Say it loud, say it clear Say it loud Don't give up Don't give in And don't know what you can do next
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Mersey
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21 Apr 2013 23:22 |
I deleted wasnt very apt :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)
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Mersey
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21 Apr 2013 22:46 |
"Feelin' The Same Way"
The sun just slipped its note below my door And I can't hide beneath my sheets I've read the words before so now I know The time has come again for me
And I'm feelin' the same way all over again Feelin' the same way all over again Singin' the same lines all over again No matter how much I pretend
Another day that I can't find my head My feet don't look like they're my own I'll try and find the floor below to stand And I hope I reach it once again
And I'm feelin' the same way...
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21 Apr 2013 22:22 |
This one makes me sob!! :-\ :-\ :-\
I could be a millionaire if I had the money I could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that But now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss
How is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us? Do you still use television to send you fast asleep? Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak? Or have you found a man to mend it? Oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart? Is that mended too? I miss you I miss you, I really do.
I've been reading Browning, Keats and William Wordsworth And they all seem to be saying the same thing for me Well I like the words they use, and I like the way they use them You know, Home Thoughts From Abroad is such a beautiful poem And I know how Robert Browning must have felt 'Cause I'm feeling the same way about you Wondering what you're doing and if you need some help Do I still occupy your mind? Am I being so unkind? Do you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with? Oh, and by the way, are you laughing now? 'Cause I'm not, I miss you I miss you, I really do.
I really do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9G0ENZJLI8
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Kucinta
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21 Apr 2013 22:13 |
A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island.
Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island.
I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.
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Mersey
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21 Apr 2013 20:45 |
"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
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Mersey
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20 Apr 2013 22:59 |
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...
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20 Apr 2013 21:05 |
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
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Mersey
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20 Apr 2013 21:01 |
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
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8 Apr 2013 17:20 |
LOL BC I would have loved to hear your mother do that :-) I remember first hearing it on 'The Good Old Days' I think?
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8 Apr 2013 17:11 |
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....
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8 Apr 2013 16:10 |
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)
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Mersey
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8 Apr 2013 15:05 |
:-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
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8 Apr 2013 08:56 |
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
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7 Apr 2013 13:42 |
Careful with those High Kicks Mersey, you might damage your Knees again and no more Knees up Mother Brown. :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)
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Mersey
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7 Apr 2013 12:21 |
Passes Mayfield a tonic......and a kick up the butt :-D ;-)
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