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I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding, I need your love so much You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care But when I need you baby, you're never there On the phone long, long distance Always through such strong resistance First you say you're too busy I wonder if you even miss me Never there You're never there You're never, ever, ever, ever there A golden bird that flies away, a candles fickle flame To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game A golden bird that flies away, a candles fickle flame To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care But when I need you baby Take the time to get to know me If you want me why can't you just show me We're always on this roller coaster If you want me why can't you get closer? Never there You're never there You're never ever ever ever there --Cake |
She Came Along to Me
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg / Jeff Tweedy / Jay Bennett Ten hundred books could I write you about her Because I felt if I could know her I would know all women And they've not been any too well known For brains and planning and organized thinking But I'm sure the women are equal And they may be ahead of the men Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around Because one organizes the other And some times the most lost and wasted Attract the most balanced and sane And the wild and the reckless take up With the clocked and the timed And the mixture is all of us And we're still mixing But never, never, never Never could have it been done If the women hadn't entered into the deal Like she came along to me And all creeds and kinds and colors Of us are blending Till I suppose ten million years from now We'll all be just alike Same color, same size, working together And maybe we'll have all the fascists Out of the way by then Maybe so. |
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you're not alone Cause I'm going to make this place your home Settle down, it'll all be clear Don't pay no mind to the demons They fill you with fear The trouble it might drag you down If you get lost, you can always be found Just know you're not alone Cause I'm going to make this place your home --Phillip Phillips |
♪ ♫...the summers and winters
scattered like splinters and 4 or 5 years slipped away...♪ ♫ from "He Went To Paris" by Jimmy Buffett That phrase enters my thoughts at the oddest moments. |
Besides Peanut Butter Conspiracy, this is my favorite Buffett song:
Half fast and seldom seen He don't blip the radar screen On the deck below the dune Under the commander's moon Strange bird from a different nest Flying low not like all of the rest God only knows where the strange bird goes when he's flying Everybody's trying to find him But they don't know where to start The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart Chorus: Strange bird from a different nest Flying low not like all of the rest If you can't catch him you can't name him If you can't see him you can't claim him Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird Frequent flyer, seldom seen High above the Caribbean In my day I've met a few but he's the strangest bird that's true Chorus: Strange bird from a different nest Flying low not like all of the rest If you can't catch him you can't name him If you can't see him you can't claim him Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird But he's in love with the lady of the waters And she lives somewhere up around Cheauxvan He's gonna circle high above her runway of love Until she gives him her permission to land Chorus: Strange bird from a different nest Flying low not like all of the rest If you can't catch him you can't name him If you can't see him you can't claim him Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird Watch out girl, he's a strange bird Strange bird flying low 'Cross the Gulf of Mexico Strange bird not like all the rest Watch out girl he's a strange bird Shoot you down, he's a strange bird It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a strange bird --Strange Bird, Jimmy Buffett |
Peanut Butter Conspiracy
Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars Spendin' it all on draft We were hungry hard luck heroes Tryin' just to stay alive So we'd go down to the corner grocery This is how we'd survive. [Chorus:] Who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get a can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the racks We all swore if we ever got rich We would pay the Mini-Mart back Yes Sir, yes Sir We would pay the Mini-Mart back. It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch the big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into the car got to make it on home 'Cause supper time is gettin' near. [Chorus] I guess every good picker has had some hard times I have had my share It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now But I don't wanna go back there So every now and then when I'm in a grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya And I don't want to lose my touch. |
Freda Payne
Now that you're gone All that's left is a band of gold All that's left of the dreams I hold Is a band of gold And the memories of what love could be If you were still here with me You took me from the shelter of a mother I had never known Or loved any other We kissed after taking vows But that night on our honeymoon We stayed in separate rooms I wait in the darkness of my lonely room Filled with sadness, filled with gloom Hoping soon that you'll walk Back through that door And love me like you tried before Since you've been gone All that's left is a band of gold All that's left of the dreams I hold Is a band of gold And the dream of what love could be If you were still here with me Ooh, don't you know that I wait in the darkness of my lonely room Filled with sadness, filled with gloom Hoping soon that you'll walk Back through that door And love me like you tried before Since you've been gone All that's left is a band of gold All that's left of the dreams I hold Is a band of gold And the dream of what love could be If you were still here with me Since you've been gone All that's left is a band of gold... |
Rue
Jean Redpath Come all ye fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime, prime Beware, beware keep your garden fair Let no man steal your thyme, thyme Let no man steal your thyme. For when your time it is past and gone He’ll care no more for you, you And every place where your time was waste Shall spread all o’er with rue, rue Shall spread all o’er with rue A woman is a branchy tree and a man a singing wind, wind And from her branches carelessly He takes what he can find, find He takes what he can find. |
Galway Bay
Maybe someday, i'll go back again to Ireland If my dear old wife would only pass away She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin she's got a mouth as big as galway bay See her drinkin 16 pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon And then she can walk home without a sway If the sea were beer instead of salty water She would live and die in galway bay See her drinkin 16 pints at Padgo Murphy's When the barman says "I think its time to go" She doesn't try to speak to him in gaelic But a language that the clergy do not know On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland And when she takes her |
............................. bath on Saturday
She rubs the sunlight soap around by Claddaugh Just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay |
Thanks. I hate my wireless mouse.
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foot: trackball
Loved this on the Grammy's with Sir Elton: The A Team --Ed Sheeran White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line |
Fastball
Out of My Head Sometimes I feel Like I am drunk behind the wheel The wheel of possibility However it may roll Give it a spin See if you can somehow factor in You know there's always more than one way To say exactly what you mean to say Was I out of my head? Was I out of my mind? How could I have ever been so blind? I was waiting for an indication It was hard to find Don't matter what I say only what I do I never mean to do bad things to you So quiet but I finally woke up If you're sad then its time you spoke up too |
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sad... but not lasting sadness. |
30 years ago, this was one of my theme songs. Jerry Lee Lewis. 39 and holding
He's out there somewhere every night Where the music's playing loud Doing all the 50's steps, in a 1980 crowd The dim lights hide his millage lines The Clairol hides the gray And he won't mention anything That gives his age away Lord, he's thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he can From seventeen to twenty-five He'll prove he's still a man He's holding to a candle And it's burning at both ends He's thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he can You can bet he'll never see Thirty-nine again He should have turned loose long ago But still he's hangin' it in He still thinks that he is the man That he used to be He's thirty-nine and holding And acting twenty-three Lord, He's thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he can From seventeen to twenty-five To prove he's still a man He's holding to a candle My God, it's burning at both ends He's thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he can |
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