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Thursday, April 23, 2015
The Walkabouts - The Light Will Stay On
I go to sleep, before
the devil wakes
and I wake up, before
the angels take
all my worldly desires
all my yardsticks of fear
all my secrets untold
all my motives unclear
hangin' down in the fire
burnin' them higher
won't take them away from here
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
watched the city ... city of crows
watched them fly, watched
'em all flyin' low
out above the flood plain
just above the dirt road
they were hungry as winter,
hungry as us
not afraid to be flyin', not
afraid to be lost
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade X2
Andrew Bird - Nuthinduan Waltz
it take this for a smile :-)
"I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease"
"I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease"
Richard Hawley - The Ocean
it has..something
You lead me down to the ocean
So, lead me down by the ocean
You know it's been a long time
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because
You lead me down to the ocean
The world is fine by the ocean
You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal
Of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me
So, lead me down to the ocean
Our world is fine by the ocean
You know the way it is in life
It's so hard to live up to
So, why are you still dressed
In your mourning suit?
I assume, I assume
You'll lead me down to the ocean
Don't leave me down by the ocean
The ocean
Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean
The ocean
The ocean
The ocean
You lead me down to the ocean
So, lead me down by the ocean
You know it's been a long time
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because
You lead me down to the ocean
The world is fine by the ocean
You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal
Of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me
So, lead me down to the ocean
Our world is fine by the ocean
You know the way it is in life
It's so hard to live up to
So, why are you still dressed
In your mourning suit?
I assume, I assume
You'll lead me down to the ocean
Don't leave me down by the ocean
The ocean
Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean
The ocean
The ocean
The ocean
Reasons For Waiting-Jethro Tull
"What a reason for waiting
And dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving."
And dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving."
Look Into The Sun-Jethro Tull
"It's not easy singing sad songs
But still the easiest way I have to say."
well...maybe not
Äffle und Pferdle "Grassdaggl"
Suebian....Schwäbisches...
Frederick Walker 'Spring' 1864
Kodaly - Romance Lyrique
a sensual experience of "Wehmut", of beauty mixed with pain,
the wind of desire stirring the leaves of trees along a small river,
short silences punctuating the flow of life...
Fat Man-Jethro Tull
:-)
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man
Would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one, man
Too much to carry around with you
No chance of finding a woman, who
Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too
Don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that
Hate to admit to myself
I thought my problems came from being fat
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him
I've seen the other side to being thin
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man
Would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one, man
Too much to carry around with you
No chance of finding a woman, who
Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too
Don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that
Hate to admit to myself
I thought my problems came from being fat
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him
I've seen the other side to being thin
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win
Heifetz playing Tchaikovsky Melodie
Melodie Op. 42, No.3 for violin and piano by P. I. Tchaikovsky played by Jascha Heifetz.
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Jascha Heifetz.,
Melodie Op. 42,
No.3,
Tschaikovsky
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