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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 18, 2012 2:13:18 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 18, 2012 2:15:31 PM PDT
Johnny was a schoolboy
When he heard his first Beatles song
'Love Me Do' I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long

Got himself a guitar
Used to play every night
Now he's in a rock and roll outfit
And everything's all right
Don't ya know

Johnny told his mama
Hey, Mama, I'm going away
I'm gonna hit the big time
Gonna be a big star someday

Momma came to the door
With a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said "Don't cry Momma,
Smile and wave goodbye."

Don't you know

[Chorus]
Don't you know
That you are a shooting star (don't you know, don't you know)
Don't you know that you are
A shooting star
And all the world will love you
Just as long, as long as you are?

Johnny made a record
Went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing his song
Watching the world go by
Surprising it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him
And said "Well I made the big time at last."

[Chorus]

A shooting star

[Chorus]

Johnny died one night
Died in his bed
Bottle of WHISKEY, sleeping tablets
By his head

Johnny's life passed him
By like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind
You can still hear him play

[Chorus]

Shooting Star - Bad Company

http://youtu.be/VD2BwwGE9uo

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 18, 2012 4:03:10 PM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 18, 2012 4:03:37 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Good One Texas!

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 18, 2012 7:09:51 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 18, 2012 7:11:48 PM PDT
JBug says:
It's early morning, not quite awake
The urge is calling and I can't wait
I need you now, ohhh-oh
Your body moves, we feel like one
You open your eyes and I feel so strong
I want you now, more than ever

You laugh when I cry
I'm beginning to see the reason why
Don't go thinking I'll never leave
'Cause you won't be laughin'
You won't believe

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Who's gonna hold you
From dark until dawn?
And who will there be
That can love you like me
When I'm gone?

Your clothes are hanging on the floor
My room is full of the night before
And the promise you made
To love me forever

Oh, you can't use me
Then just up and leave
You got it wrong
You better believe
If I walk out that door
It's forever, there's no turnin' back

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Who's gonna hold you
From dark until dawn?
And who will there be
That can love you like me
When I'm gone?

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Who will you turn to
When you need someone?
Who will there be to love you
Do what I do when I'm gone?
Ohhh-ohh-oh

You laugh when I cry
I'm so high, if I fall I'm gonna die
Don't go thinking I'll never leave
'Cause you won't be laughin'
You'd better believe

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Who's gonna hold you
From dark until dawn?
And who will there be
That can love you like me
When I'm gone?

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Who will you turn to
When you need someone?
Who will be there to LOVE YOU
Do what I do when I'm gone?

When I'm gone, baby, gone
Oooh-oooh
When I walk out that door
Not gonna love you no more
When I'm gone

Gone, baby, oooh-oooh
Do everything I do when I'm gone
Oooh-oooh
Who's gonna hold you
When there's no one to love you
When I'm gone?

Oooh-oooh
'Cause I'll always love you
How can I be there for you
When I'm gone?

When I'm Gone - M.S.G. (1991)

http://youtu.be/GGYgJ9Se5yI

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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 18, 2012 9:35:27 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 18, 2012 9:37:26 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Thank you doodah! Jimmy Webb songs are very special.

Here is "Adios"

Ran away from home when I was seventeen
To be with you
On the California coast

Drinking margaritas all night in the old cantina
Out on the California coast

Don't think that I'm ungrateful
And don't look so morose
Adios
Adios

We never really made it baby
But we came pretty close
Adios adios

Going up north where the hills are winter green
I have to leave you
On the California coast

Going where the water's clear and the air is cleaner
Than the California coast

Our dreams of endless summer
Were just too grandiose
Adios
Adios

And I miss the blood red SUNset
But I miss you the most
Adios adios
Adios
Adios
Adios adios

Adios written by Jimmy Webb

Sung by Linda Ronstadt

http://youtu.be/mvO0H2JF92w

Jimmy Webb facts here: http://songwritershalloffame.com/index.php/exhibits/bio/C23

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 12:01:13 AM PDT
Texas Woman says:
Fifty traveling to work the fields
Toil the factories and sweat the steel
Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie
I left you a note tacked to a tree
ADIOS querida
I'll return one day
Now I'm leaving on the Carlos Rey
Four cruel days under stormy skies
Not much bread to keep us alive
The wind kicked up and the rain came down
Then we all heard a terrible sound
Adios querida
Nothing more to say
I'm lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey
I struggled against the pull of the tide
I clutched my bag with your picture inside
But my heart did break as it slipped away
Disappearing into the gray
Adios querida
I've gone to stay
Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey
In the dark and cold I let you go
With the hunk of wood that I took hold
I sleep in a bed of salt and sand
And dream sweet dreams of taking your hand
Adios querida
I'm gone away
Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

Wreck of the Carlos Rey - Los Lobos with Richard Thompson

http://youtu.be/PVAVttFjq2Q

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 12:20:37 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 19, 2012 12:34:32 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
You always post the Best Songs Texas! Great lyrics!

I want to continue your theme so here is "Adios California"

Smokey room and a thin blue light
Her arms were pale as white
Trying to outlast the night
Howlin' at the moon

Living in the canyon then
Hangdown Hanna and Whiskey Jim
Dirty jeans and mudslide hymns
That all began with soon

[Chorus:]
So ADIOS to California
Nothing to do but turn around
Always thought there's someone comin' for ya
Only way you'd leave this town

Pasadena in the rain
Eatin' donuts and readin' Twain
How much longer can my brain
Set itself on fire?

You said "That's it for me"
Have a little faith, it might set you free
But your faith is no good, you see
For me and my desire

[Chorus]

Two cigarettes from the package gone
You must have thought about it just that long
I never knew you were so strong
I guess I never will

[Chorus]

Adios California by John Hiatt

http://youtu.be/_QS1tjIQ4HM

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 6:16:42 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 19, 2012 6:17:45 AM PDT
JBug says:
I hear a voice in the back of the room
I hear a voice cry out, "You want something GOOD?"
Well, come on pretty baby, by the front of the stage
Yeah, come on pretty baby, I got something to say
Yeah, come on pretty baby, wanna see your face
Ah, I say pretty baby, I got something to say, c'mon

Well, you see I met a devil named Buena Buena
And since I met the devil I ain't been the same, oh no!
And I feel all right now, I have to tell ya
I think it's time for me to finally introduce you to the
Buena, Buena, Buena, Buena, good, good, good, aawh!

It's coming to me, yeah, it's coming to me
Now, I think I know what it is you need
Yes, I know some people they want to make you change
And now that I know how to make 'em go away

You see I met a devil named Buena Buena
And since I met the devil I ain't been the same, oh no
And I feel all right now, I have to tell ya
I think it's time for me to finally introduce you to the
Buena, Buena, Buena, Buena, good, good, good, yeah, oh!

Buena - by Morphine (1993)
Jazzy-bluesy indie number with killer sax!

http://youtu.be/yNEYKrFJgRo

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 11:03:55 AM PDT
Texas Woman says:
Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on THE DEVIL'S Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun

Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Devil's Dance Floor - Flogging Molly

http://youtu.be/EwtuUbMBffw

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 2:50:07 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 19, 2012 10:04:47 PM PDT
JBug says:
[VOICE: It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row,
and I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm
the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul and keep the chilly
wind off my guitar. My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
beans, but it'd been a month of pay days since I'd heard that eagle
scream, so with a stomach full of empty and pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar (actually, I guess you'd
call it a tavern). Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the
floor. Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting
at the bar, and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my
guitar. He turned and said, "Come up here, boy, and show us what
you are". I said, "I'm dry" and he bought me a beer. He nodded at my
guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't it?" I just looked at him and
he said, "You ain't making any money, are you?" I said, "You've
been reading my mail." He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
guitar. I got something you ought to hear." Then he laid it on me...]

"If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don't listen
to the things that you are saying, who do you think's going to hear?
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
are things they could be changing, who d'you think's goin' to care?

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind who
were crucified for what they tried to show, and their voices have been
scattered by the swirling winds of time. 'Cause the truth remains that
no one wants to know!"

[VOICE: Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before;
back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door, when
no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor and lonesome was
more than a state of mind. You see, the DEVIL haunts a hungry man; if you
don't want to join him you've got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the
devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]

And you still can hear me singing to the people who don't listen
to the things that I am saying, praying someone's going to hear.
And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about
are things they could be changing, hoping someone's goin' to care.

I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the same but
I've got to feed the hunger in my soul; and if I never have a nickel
I won't ever die of shame 'cause I don't believe that no one wants to know!


To Beat the Devil - Kris Kristofferson

http://youtu.be/VeBb-gTjWKA

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012 4:39:26 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
(spoken)
Yes, hello, hello?
No, I´m sorry, I´m frightfully busy to-day.
Oh, Mr. Baldry, can I have your autograph?
Oh, gd, I can´t write!
But I´ve come a long way.
Oh, s@@@!
Oh, but it´s an equally long way to go back, isn´t it?

Oh, Mr. Baldry,
Can I play your song for you?
Oh, must you?
Uh, yes, I really must.
Oh, go on, then.
Yes, it´s awfully good, Mr. Lemon.
Oh, well use it on your new album!
Uh, I don´t know, I´ll have to call you
I´m sorry, hello, hello, I can´t
I just can´t cope, I´m sorry!

Here´s your tea, Mr. Baldry
Ohh, bless your heart.

(singing)
Every nation in creation has its favourite drink
France is famous for its wine, it's beer in Germany
Turkey has its coffee and they serve it blacker than ink
Russians go for vodka and England loves its tea

Oh, the factory may be roaring
With a boom-a-lacka, zoom-a-lacka, wee
But there isn't any roar when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom
In the middle of an alimony plea
Has to stop and help 'em pour when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

It's a very good English custom
Though the weather be COLD or hot
When you need a little pick-up, you'll find a little tea cup
Will always hit the spot

You remember Cleopatra
She had a date to meet Mark Anthony at three
When he came an hour late she said "You'll have to wait"
´Cause everything stops for tea

Now, they may be playing football
And the crowd is yelling "Kill the referee!"
But no matter what the score, when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

Now, the golfer may be golfing
And is just about to make a hole-in-three
It always gets them sore when the clock yells "four!"
´Cause everything stops for tea

It's a very good English custom
And a stimulant for the brain
When you feel a little weary, a cup'll make you cheery
And it's cheaper than champagne

Now I know just why Franz Schubert
Didn't finish his unfinished symphony
He would have written more but the clock struck four
And everything stops for tea

"Everything Stops for Tea" - Sung by various

This is Long John Baldry

http://youtu.be/0imNb7ZkwaQ

Posted on Jun 19, 2012 11:51:37 PM PDT
Kacee says:
Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,
As the streets were paved with gold, sure ev'ry one was gay,
Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

It's A LONG WAY to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly! Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there!

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O',
Saying "Should you not receive it, write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear", said he,
"Remember it's the pen that's bad, don't lay the blame on me"

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly! Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there!

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O',
Saying "Mike Maloney wants to marry me, and so,
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you'll be to blame,
For love has fairly drove me silly - hoping you're the same!"

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly! Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there!

It's A Long Way To Tipperary, sung by many

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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 4:59:26 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012 4:59:58 AM PDT
Val H. says:
Keeping with the Irish theme ... Sorry it's so long, but it's a goody

How's it goin' there everybody?
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County CLARE
IT'S A long, LONG WAY FROM here TO THERE.
There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher,
And the Tulla and the Kilfenora,
Miko Russell, Doctor Bill,
Willy Clancy and Noel Hill.
Flutes and fiddles everywhere.
If it's music you want,
You should go to Clare.

Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Everybody needs a break,
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
Some head off to exotic places,
Others go to the Galway Races.
Mattie goes to the South of France,
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of her's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there and they come here.
Some jet off to ... Frijiliana,
But I always go to Lisdoonvarna.

I always leave on a Thursday night,
With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight.
I like to hit Lisdoon,
In around Friday afternoon.
This gives me time to get me gear together,
I don't need to worry about the weather.
Ramble in for a pint of stout,
And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin,
And a German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn.
And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald,
Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World.
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand,
And they drinkin' pints to bate the band.
.. Ain't it grand?

The multitudes, they flocked and thronged,
To hear the music and the songs.
Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans,
With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans.
Mighty craic. Loads of frolics,
Pioneers and alcoholics,
PLAC, SPUC and the FCA,
Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA.
Hairy chests and milk-white thighs,
And mickey dodgers in disguise.
Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs,
Massage parlours in horse boxes.
There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns,
Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks,
RTE are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin' shapes.
This is heaven, this is hell.
Who cares? Who can tell?
(Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)

A 747 for Jackson Browne,
They had to build a special runway just to get him down.
Before the Chieftains could start to play,
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan,
Seán Cannon did the backstage cookin'.
Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game",
Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain".
Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields,
Together singin' "The Four Green Fields".
Van the Man and Emmy Lou,
Moving Hearts and Planxty too!

Everybody needs a break,
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee,
Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea.
But I like the music and the open air,
So every Summer I go to Clare.
Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana,
Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.

Lisdoonvarna - Christy Moore

http://youtu.be/cCd16mQO32M

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 7:19:42 AM PDT
JBug says:
Ye hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
Ye winds that blow by Borden's grove
Will I ever see you more?

Where the primrose blows and the violet grows
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook, delight I took
To spend my youthful days

Last night, I went to see my love
To hear what she might say
To see if she'd take pity on me
Lest I might go away

She said, "I loved an Irish lad
And he was my only joy
And ever since I saw his face
I have loved that soldier boy"

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
Sailing over the Sea Of Maine
Or perhaps he's gone with some other one
You may never see him again

Well, if my Irish lad is lost
He's the one I do adore
And seven years, I will wait for him
By the banks of the Moorlough Shore


Moorlough Shore - The Corrs

http://youtu.be/7iAvSIKPdvA

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 9:29:25 AM PDT
Omnireader says:
Thank you doodah!

Great info! I never got to see him live, must have been great!

:-)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 12:34:40 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Now the ship it SAILs in half an hour to cross the
broad Atlantic
Me friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow
frantic
I'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan
O'Leary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving
Tipperary

[Chorus]
So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and
Mary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving
Tipperary
And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles
away

In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon
Isn't that the finest fare and is your belly aching
If the ship its starts to pitch and toss
I'll left very quickly I'll pack me bundle on me back
and I'll walk to New York City

[Chorus]

Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm
speculatin'
I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love
the way I'm treatin'
I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke an a@@ is fond of
clover
When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will
come over

[Chorus x2]

Goodbye Mick and Goodbye Pat

Sung by the Fenians
http://youtu.be/0AiP3E75vJc

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 1:27:33 PM PDT
JBug says:
You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton ANCHOR
Tied down with battleSHIP chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor

I can't move my arms
To hold nobody
Hold nobody but you
I can't move my legs
To chase nobody
To kick nobody but you

You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor

I can't move my eyes
To see nobody
See nobody but you
I can't move my tongue
To taste nobody
To lick nobody but you

You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor

I can't move my lips
To kiss nobody
Kiss nobody but you
I can't move my heart
To love nobody
To love nobody but you

You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor

You got me tied, tied,
Whoo-hoo, tied, tied
Don't you know you got me
Tied, tied, whoo-hoo
Tied, tied
Baby, don't you know you got me
Tied, tied, whoo-hoo
Tied, tied...


Battleship Chains - Georgia Satellites

http://youtu.be/KBAwV1kmNBY

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 3:12:31 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
You can't sleep at night
You can't dream your dream
Your fingerprints on file
Left clumsily at the scene

Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come to town

Yesterday the people were at ease
Baby you slept in peace
You closed your EYES and saw her
You knew who you were

And your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Your world keeps turning round and round
But everything is upside down
Your own worst enemy has come to town

There's a face you know
Staring back from the shop window
The condition you're in
Now you just can't get out of this skin

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Hooo...

The times they got too clear
So you removed all the mirrors
Once the family felt secure
Now no one's very sure

Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy's come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town

Your own worst enemy has come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your flag it flew so high
It drifted into the sky

Your Own Worst Enemy by Bruce Springsteen

http://youtu.be/IX6RsUnLsKo

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 3:45:01 PM PDT
JBug says:
That you may see
The meaning of within
It is being, it is being

That love is all and
Love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing

That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

Just listen to the
Color of YOUR DREAMs
It is not living, it is not living

So play the game
Existence to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning

Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning...

Tomorrow Never Knows (Beatles cover)

Dweezil Zappa - http://youtu.be/tfBKPhuXxF4

The Nazz - http://youtu.be/X3-wRAuL5-s

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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 7:07:20 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Chorus
Yesterday, I slipped away
The sun is welcoming the evening shadows
On a perfect day and the next step is love
The next step is love

We walked barefoot through the MISTY MEADOWS
Laughing at each other in the rain
Made some faces at some people in the park
Didn't bother to explain
Fun, fun, look at us run
Going nowhere special really fast
But we've yet to taste the icing on the cake
That we've been making with the past

And the next step is love
So what are we waiting for?
The next step is love
Girl, it's for sure

Chorus

Love will be a place to run to
From the world they've built to you and me
We'll be closer than we've ever been
Though looking back it's so hard to believe
Hang it all out or bring it all in
The best we've picked upon the way tonight
Changes are coming but together
We can make it through somehow

'Cause the next step is love
So what are we waiting for?
The next step is love
Girl, it's for sure

Chorus
Fade

The Next Step Is Love written by Paul Evans & Paul Parnes

Sung by Elvis:
http://youtu.be/QvRhxXYLrZU

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 8:25:02 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012 8:26:45 PM PDT
JBug says:
The shackles are undone, the bullets quit the gun
The heat that's in the sun will keep us when there's none
The rule has been disproved, the stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove, all debts are removed

Chorus:
Oh, can't you see what LOVE has done?
Oh, can't you see what love has done?
Oh, can't you see what love has done?
What it's doing to me?

Love makes strange enemies, makes love where love may please
The soul and its striptease, hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head, we can reach it from our bed
If you let me in your heart and out of my head, head

(Chorus)

Oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Please don't ever let me out of here
I've got no shame, oh no, oh no

Oh, can't you see what love has done?
Oh, can't you see?
Oh, can't you see what love has done?
What it's doing to me?

(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
But love left a window in the skies
(What it's doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
To every broken heart
(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
For every heart that cries
(Oh, can't you see what love has done?)
Love left a window in the skies
(What it's doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

Ohhh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Oh, can't you see?
Ohhh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Window in the Skies - U2
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Great video that enhances the song!

http://youtu.be/5tYn9_iuA8k

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012 9:20:01 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012 9:21:48 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
That reminds me of Elizabethan Poetry.

["The Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame" by Shakespeare

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof -and, proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream,
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

together with Portions of:
"To his Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;

And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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