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    Into Temptation

    You opened up your door
    I couldn’t believe my luck
    You in your new blue dress
    Taking away my breath
    The cradle is soft and warm
    And couldn’t do me no harm
    You’re showing me how to give
    Into temptation
    Knowing full well the earth will rebel
    Into temptation

    A muddle of nervous words
    Could never amount to betrayal
    The sentence is all my own
    And the price is to watch it fail
    As I turn to go
    You looked at me for half a second
    With an open invitation
    For me to go
    Into temptation
    Knowing full well the earth will rebel
    Into temptation
    Safe in the wide open arms of hell

    We can go sailing in climb down
    Lose yourself when you linger long
    Into temptation
    Right where you belong

    The guilty get no sleep
    In the last slow hours of morning
    Experience is cheap
    I should’ve listened to the warning
    But the cradle is soft and warm..

    Into temptation
    Knowing full well the earth will rebel
    Into your wide open arms
    No way to break the spell
    Break the spell

    Don’t tell..

    Crowded House

    #139379

    April Come She Will

    April come she will
    When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
    May she will stay
    Resting in my arms again

    June she’ll change her tune
    In restless walks she’ll prowl the night
    July she will fly
    And give no warning to her flight

    August die she must
    The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
    September I’ll remember
    A love once new has now grown old

    Simon and Garfunkel

    #139376

    This song was written for the brilliant Billie Holiday… who was born today in 1915.

    Angel Of Harlem

    It was a cold and wet December day
    When we touched the ground at JFK
    The snow was melting on the ground
    On the BLS I heard the sound
    Of an angel
    New York like a Christmas tree
    Tonight this city belongs to me
    Angel

    Soul love
    Well this love won’t let me go
    So long
    Angel of Harlem

    Birdland on Fifty-Three
    The street sounds like a symphony
    We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
    Miles and she’s got to be an angel
    Lady Day got diamond eyes
    She sees the truth behind the lies
    Angel

    Soul love
    Well this love won’t let me go
    So long
    Angel of Harlem

    She sings with heart
    Heart and soul
    Yeah yeah..

    Blue light on the avenue
    God knows they got to you
    Empty glass the lady sings
    Eyes swollen like a bee-sting

    Blinded you lost your way
    In the side streets and the alleyways
    Like a star exploding in the night
    Full into the city with broad daylight

    Angel in devil’s shoes
    Salvation in the blues
    You never looked like an angel
    Yeah yeah
    Angel of Harlem

    Angel
    Angel of Harlem..

    U2

    #139367

    Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

    When are you gonna come down
    When are you going to land
    I should have stayed on the farm
    I should have listened to my old man

    You know you can’t hold me forever
    I didn’t sign up with you
    I’m not a present for your friends to open
    This boy’s too young to be singing the blues

    So goodbye yellow brick road
    Where the dogs of society howl
    You can’t plant me in your penthouse
    I’m going back to my plough

    Back to the howling old owl in the woods
    Hunting the horny back toad
    Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
    Beyond the yellow brick road

    What do you think you’ll do then
    I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
    It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
    To set you on your feet again

    Maybe you’ll get a replacement
    There’s plenty like me to be found
    Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
    Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

    So goodbye yellow brick road
    Where the dogs of society howl
    You can’t plant me in your penthouse
    I’m going back to my plough

    Back to the howling old owl in the woods
    Hunting the horny back toad
    Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
    Beyond the yellow brick road

    Elton John

    Thanks to everyone over the years

    xx

    :)

    #139365

    Hearts And Bones

    One and one-half wandering Jews
    Free to wander wherever they choose
    Are travelling together in the Sangre de Cristo
    The Blood of Christ Mountains of New Mexico
    On the last leg of a journey they started a long time ago
    The arc of a love affair
    Rainbows in the high desert air
    Mountain passes slipping into stones
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones

    Thinking back to the season before
    Looking back through the cracks in the door
    Two people were married
    The act was outrageous
    The bride was contagious
    She burned like a bride
    These events may have had some effect on the man with the girl by his side
    The arc of a love affair
    His hands rolling down her hair
    Love like lightning shaking till it moans
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones

    And oh she said why?
    Why don’t we drive through the night
    And we’ll wake up down in Mexico
    Oh I..
    I don’t know nothin’ about nothin’ about no Mexico
    And tell me why?
    Why won’t you love me
    For who I am
    Where I am?
    He said
    ‘Cause that’s not the way the world is baby
    This is how I love you baby
    This is how I love you baby

    One and one-half wandering Jews
    Returned to their natural coasts
    To resume old acquaintances
    And step out occasionally
    And speculate who had been damaged the most
    Easy time will determine if these consolations will be their reward
    The arc of a love affair
    Waiting to be restored
    You take two bodies and you twirl them into one
    Their hearts and their bones
    Oh and they won’t come undone
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones
    Hearts and bones

    Paul Simon

    #139358

    Minds Locked Shut

    It happened on a Sunday afternoon
    On a lovely bright crisp winters afternoon
    On a perfect day for walking

    There were gunshots, stones and bullets
    On a lovely bright crisp winters afternoon
    There was chaos, panic and death
    Disbelief upon the faces
    Fear and bewilderment
    The seconds seemed so long

    They’re firing bullets at us

    It was not supposed to be like this

    Awesome to behold

    And then our minds locked shut
    And then our minds locked shut
    And then our minds locked shut
    And then our minds locked shut

    And there remains
    Remains

    Jackie Duddy and Willie Nash,
    Gerry Donaghy, Willy McKinney,
    Gerard McKinney and Jim Wray,
    Johnny Johnston, Barney McGuigan,
    Paddy Doherty, Kevin McIlhenny,
    John Young, Mickey Kelly,
    Hugh Gilmore, Micheal McDaid

    Let us remember

    It happened on a Sunday afternoon
    On a lovely bright crisp winters afternoon
    On a perfect day for walking

    Christy Moore

    #139357

    Within You Without You

    We were talking
    About the space between us all
    And the people
    Who hide themselves behind a wall
    Of illusion
    Never glimpse the truth
    Then it’s far too late
    When they pass away

    We were talking
    About the love we all could share
    When we find it
    To try our best to hold it there
    With our love
    With our love
    We could save the world
    If they only knew

    Try to realise it’s all within yourself
    No one else can make you change

    And to see you’re really only very small
    And life flows on within you and without you

    We were talking
    About the love that’s gone so cold
    And the people
    Who gain the world and lose their soul
    They don’t know
    They can’t see
    Are you one of them?

    When you’ve seen beyond yourself
    Then you may find
    Peace of mind is waiting there
    And the time will come
    When you see we’re all one
    And life flows on
    Within you and without you

    The Beatles

    #139354

    American Tune

    Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
    And many times confused
    Yes and I’ve often felt forsaken
    And certainly misused
    Oh but I’m alright
    I’m alright
    I’m just weary to my bones
    Still you don’t expect to be bright and bon vivant
    So far away from home
    So far away from home

    I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
    I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
    I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
    Or driven to its knees
    Oh but it’s alright
    It’s alright
    For we lived so well so long
    Still when I think of the road we’re traveling on
    I wonder what’s gone wrong
    I can’t help it
    I wonder what’s gone wrong

    And I dreamed I was dying
    I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
    And looking back down at me
    Smiled reassuringly

    And I dreamed I was flying
    And high up above my eyes could clearly see
    The Statue of Liberty
    Sailing away to sea

    And I dreamed I was flying
    Oh we come on the ship they call “The Mayflower”
    We come on the ship that sailed the moon
    We come in the age’s most uncertain hours
    And sing an American tune

    Oh and it’s alright
    It’s alright
    It’s alright
    You can’t be forever blessed
    Still tomorrow’s going to be another working day
    And I’m trying to get some rest
    That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

    Paul Simon

    #139348

    Saints And Sinners

    Well anyone can lose it all
    Well anyone can lose it all
    When you don’t heed your warning’s call
    Well anyone can lose it all

    Well anyone can make a mess
    Yeah anyone can make a mess
    Just take so much and make it less
    Well anyone can make a mess

    When you got time and streets making saints and sinners
    Well ink on sheets making losers and winners
    Well it’s not what your dreams should be

    Well anyone can be a saint
    Well anyone can be a saint
    And you just forget that you ain’t
    We can go and be a saint

    Well anyone can be a star
    Well anyone can be a star
    Well just get in your car
    We can go and be a star

    When you got time and streets making saints and sinners
    Well ink on sheets making losers and winners
    Well it’s not what your dreams should be

    It’s not what your dreams should be

    You know I wish we’d had more time
    You know I wish we’d had more time
    You know I think it was a crime
    The things we’d waste trying not to waste our time

    When you got time and streets making saints and sinners
    Well ink on sheets making losers the winners
    Well it’s not what your dreams should be

    And we got time and streets making ends for beginners
    Shuffling feet on these losers and winners
    Well it’s not what your dreams should be

    Paddy Casey

    #139345

    Joanni

    All the banners stop waving
    And the flags stop flying
    And the silence comes over
    Thousands of soldiers
    Thousands of soldiers

    Who is that girl?
    Do I know Her face?
    Who is that girl?

    Joanni Joanni wears a Golden Cross
    And She looks so beautiful in Her armour
    Joanni Joanni blows a kiss to God
    And She never wears a ring on Her finger

    All the cannon are firing
    And the swords are clashing
    And the horses are charging
    And the flags are flying
    And the battle is raging
    And the bells
    The bells are ringing

    Who is that girl?
    Do I know Her face?
    Who is that girl?

    Joanni Joanni wears a Golden Cross
    And She looks so beautiful in Her armour
    Joanni Joanni blows a kiss to God
    And She never wears a ring on Her finger
    Joanni, Joanni, Joanni, Joanni blow a kiss to God
    And She just looks beautiful in Her armour
    Beautiful in Her armour…

    Kate Bush

    Blessed Saint Joan

    x

    Jan 6th 1412

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