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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 20, 2005 10:24:57 GMT -5
Bill Withers: When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
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Pooka
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shell we dance?
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Post by Pooka on Jun 21, 2005 10:53:53 GMT -5
let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
are you going to drop the bomb or not?
let us die young or let us live forever
we don't have the power, but we never say never
sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
the music's for the sad men
can you imagine when this race is won
turn our golden faces into the sun
praising our leaders we're getting in tune
the music's played by the madmen
forever young, i want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
some are like water, some are like the heat
some are a melody and some are the beat
sooner or later they all will be gone
why don't they stay young
it's so hard to get old without a cause
i don't want to perish like a fading horse
youth is like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever
so many adventures couldn't happen today
so many songs we forgot to play
so many dreams are swinging out of the blue
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Alphaville [/td][/tr][/table] Darn lyric searches... gotta proofread everything.
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Post by Shipshape on the Shore on Jun 21, 2005 11:11:15 GMT -5
Inspired by Nights Dream’s contribution to the Midsummer thread:- Heaps Of Sheeps Robert WyattI realised my fists were clenched, I stretched my fingers to relax. Still not sleeping, I tried counting sheep. One by one, They leapt across the fence Constructed for them, Right to left, Across the fence I had constructed. Having jumped, They refused further direction. Each sheep, where it landed, Refusing to exit, remained. Creating a vast writhing heap Growing fast on the left. Try as I might, I could not stop them entering Once again. Try as they might, Not one could leave the scene. I realised my fists were clenched. I stretched my fingers. Each sheep were it landed, Refusing to exit, remained. Creating a vast writhing heap Growing quickly on one side Try as they might, Not one could leave the stage, Try as I might, I could not stop them entering, Once again. No longer daring to close my eyes, Still not sleeping. I realised my goose was cooked I wandered shipshape on the shore  |
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Post by Insomniac on Jun 21, 2005 19:30:31 GMT -5
Heaps Of Sheeps Robert Wyatt
I realised my fists were clenched,
I stretched my fingers to relax.
Still not sleeping, I tried counting sheep.
. . .
They refused further direction.
Each sheep, where it landed,
Refusing to exit, remained.
. . .
No longer daring to close my eyes,
Still not sleeping.
I realised my goose was cooked
I wandered shipshape on the shore This'll help.  ;D  |
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Pooka
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shell we dance?
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Post by Pooka on Jun 26, 2005 10:11:56 GMT -5
In honour of Ruby, whom I know nothing of . . . 
Ruby, are you contemplating going out somewhere?
The shadow on the wall tells me, the sun is going down
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town
It wasn't me who started that old crazy Asian war,
But I was proud to go and do my patriotic choir
And yes, it's true that I am not the man I used to be
Oh, Ruby, I still need some company
It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed
And the wants and the needs of a woman your age, Ruby, I realize
But it won't be long, I've heard them say, until I'm not around
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town
She's leaving now, 'cause I just heard the slamming of the door
The way I know I've heard it slam a hundred times before
And if I could move, I'd get my gun and put her in the ground
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town
Oh, Ruby, for God's sake turn around... RubyKenny RogersGeez, exposed to his stuff
too much as a kid.
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sea horse
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Post by sea horse on Jun 27, 2005 10:07:58 GMT -5
 I was born and raised on steel river I see it all like it was yesterday The ships and bridges they were all delivered From Sydney harbour to the Cisco bay And I met my love down on steel river We served our dreams and spent our childhood days In rainy streets we'd kiss away the shivers And hide from fear inside the latest craze Dancing to Motown Making love with Carole King record playing And oh how I loved you Say goodbye steel river Steel River - Chris Rea |
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Jun 27, 2005 10:18:37 GMT -5
Wonderful picture, seahorse.
A beautiful bascule bridge.
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 27, 2005 15:52:58 GMT -5
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sea horse
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Post by sea horse on Jun 28, 2005 11:14:51 GMT -5
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd Well you can't dance I know you would you could I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good Carol - Chuck Berry (78 years old and still going strong)  Carol Vorderman (before her dancing accident, or is it maybe actually doing her accident?) |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 29, 2005 9:00:52 GMT -5
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 30, 2005 3:45:25 GMT -5
The Song of the Prune (Crumit, Da Costa) Pub. FD&H 1928  Nowadays, we often gaze on Women over fifty Without the slightest trace Of wrinkles on their face. Doctors go and take their dough To make them young and nifty But doctors I defy To tell me just why: No matter how young a prune may be It's always full of wrinkles We may get them on our face Prunes get them every place. Prohibition worries us but Prunes don't sit and brood For no matter how young a prune may be It's always getting stewed. In the kingdom of the fruit The prune is snubbed by others And they are not allowed To mingle with the crowd Though they're never on display With all their highbrow brothers They never seem to mind To this fact they're resigned No matter how young a prune may be It's always full of wrinkles Beauty treatments always fail They've tried all to no avail Other fruits are envious Because they know full well That no matter how young a prune may be Hot water makes them swell. [Instr] Baby prunes look like their Dad But not wrinkled quite as bad! [Instr] Ev'ry day, in ev'ry way, The world is gettiing better We've even learned to fly As days go passing by The part about the poor old prune His life is only weather No wonder he can't grin In the awful stew he's in No matter how young a prune may be It's always full of wrinkles We may get them on our face Prunes get them every place. Nothing ever worries them Their life's an open book But no matter how young a prune may be It has a worried look [Instr] Prunes act very kind, they say When prickl'y people moan But no matter how young a prune may be It has a heart of stone. |
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Crusoe
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Post by Crusoe on Jun 30, 2005 4:41:36 GMT -5
Got a problem with that? Wouldn’t dare, Miss. (And besides, it was worth it: it looks wonderful) |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 30, 2005 4:43:41 GMT -5
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sea horse
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Post by sea horse on Jun 30, 2005 6:18:02 GMT -5
Raisins And AlmondsUnder baby’s cradle in the night Stands a goat so soft and snowy white The goat will go to the market To bring you wonderful treats He’ll bring you raisins and almonds Sleep, my little one, sleep.  (Originally a Yiddish, not English-language, lullaby,
sang when Baby asked "What's for breakfast, Mum?")
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