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(prompted by a post of Mary J on the reggae thread…..)
Cherry oh, Cherry oh, baby,
Don`t you know I`m in need of thee?
If you don`t believe it`s true,
What have you left me to do?
So long I’ve been waiting,
For you to come right in.
And now that we are together,
Please make my joy run over.Oh oh ee oh oh ee oh,
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yah.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, Yeah, YeahCherry, oh, Cherry, oh, baby,
Don`t you know I`m in love with you?
If you don`t believe I do,
Then why don`t you try me?
I`m never gonna let you down,
Never make you wear no frown.
If you say you love me madly,
Then I will receive you gladlyOh oh ee oh oh ee oh,
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yah.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, Yeah, YeahCherry, oh, Cherry, oh, baby,
Don`t you know I`m in love with you?
If you don`t believe I do,
Then why don`t you try me?
I`m never gonna let you down,
Never make you wear no frown.
If you say you love me madly,
Then why do you treat me badly.Oh oh ee oh oh ee oh,
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yah.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, Yeah, YeahEric Donaldson
@pete wrote:
Friday night I’m going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it’s clear that I’ve been blind
I’ve been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridiculeSaturday I’m running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I’m pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I’m seeing it so clear
I’ve been afraid
To show you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I’ve madeIf you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it nowBabylon, Babylon
You say it’s all in my head
And the things I think just don’t make sense
So where you been then? Don’t go all coy
Don’t turn it round on me like it’s my fault
See I can see that look in your eyes
The one that shoots me each and every timeYou grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was herThese days when I see you
You make it look like see-through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain’t admitting you’re not satisfied
You know I know just how you feel
I’m starting to find myself feeling that way tooWhen you grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was herTime and time again, I play the role of fool
(Just for you)
Even in the daylight when you pass
(I see you)
Try to look for things I hear but our eyes never find
‘Though I do know how you playYou grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was herYou grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was herjust a quick late post before i go to bed lol
The Rose of Tralee
By William Pembroke MulchinockThe pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love by the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary all smiling was listening to me.
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.In the far fields of India ‘mid war’s dreadful thunders,
Her voice was solace and comfort to me.
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
I’m lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPFjToKuZQM
waltzing matilda, pacifist stylee !
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It’s time to stop rambling ’cause there’s work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to GallipoliHow well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he’d blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over againNow those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I’ll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for meSo they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces awayAnd now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at allWaltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who’ll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?Paint a Vulgar Picture
At the record company meeting
On their hands – a dead star
And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greedAt the record company party
On their hands – a dead star
The sycophantic slags all say :
“I knew him first, and I knew him well”Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !
Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)A-list, playlist
“Please them , please them !”
“Please them !”
(sadly, THIS was your life)But you could have said no
If you’d wanted to
You could have said no
If you’d wanted toBPI, MTV, BBC
“Please them ! Please them !”
(sadly this was your life)But you could have said no
If you’d wanted to
You could have walked away
…Couldn’t you ?I touched you at the soundcheck
You had no real way of knowing
In my heart I begged “Take me with you …
I don’t care where you’re going…”But to you I was faceless
I was fawning, I was boring
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to knowWho could never really know
Oh …Best of ! Most of !
Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves !
Buy both, and feel deceivedClimber – new entry, re-entry
World tour ! (“media whore”)
“Please the Press in Belgium !”
(THIS was your life…)And when it fails to recoup ?
Well, maybe :
You just haven’t earned it yet, babyI walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
You’re just the same as I am
What makes most people feel happy
Leads us headlong into harmSo, in my bedroom in those ‘ugly new houses’
I danced my legs down to the knees
But me and my ‘true love’
Will never meet again …At the record company meeting
On their hands – at last ! – a dead star !
But they can never taint you in my eyes
No, they can never touch you nowNo, they cannot hurt you, my darling
They cannot touch you now
But me and my ‘true love’
Will never meet againI can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin cold the way you left em, but at least your lips caressed them while
You packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didnt drink
But at least you thought you wanted it, thats so much more than I can say
For meWhat a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin
Funny I dont even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Its been a good year for the rosesAfter three full years of marriage, its the first time that you havent
Made the bed
I guess the reason were not talkin, theres so little left to say we
Havent said
While a million thoughts go racin through my mind, I find I havent said a word
from the bedroom the familiar sound of a babys cryin goes unheardWhat a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin
Funny I dont even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Its been a good year for the rosesI’d like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means (of slender means)
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town
And if the day came when I felt a
Natural emotion
I’d get such a shock I’d probably jump
In the ocean
And when a train goes by
It’s such a sad sound
No …
It’s such a sad thingI’d like to drop my trousers to the Queen
Every sensible child will know what this means
The poor and the needy
Are selfish and greedy on her terms
And if the day came when I felt a
Natural emotion
I’d get such a shock I’d probably jump
In the ocean
And when a train goes by
It’s such a sad sound
No …
It’s such a sad thingAnd when I’m lying in my bed
I think about life
And I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me
And if the day came when I felt a
Natural emotion
I’d get such a shock I’d probably lie
In the middle of the street and die
I’d lie down and die …
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da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da
Is that from the Wizard of Oz Pete?
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