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kayte
This Was My Favorite Toy
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Birthday Bump !!!
One day early, but it keeps the thread on top. Hmm, now that has interesting thoughts. I better not go down that path.
Soron ~ Hugs and Kisses to you. I have been reading the stories you have posted. Now if the system here would have accepted my vote. Grrrr. I am told so often I have already voted. Guess they don't like me. Got real cold here last night. Looks like the weather is moving in. I do like the cool autumn. It is good snuggling time. Just need Him to do that with. Oh well in time.
Lee ~ Nice to see you here as always. Thanks for posting those songs. As Soron said, they do so belong here.
Batch ~ Nice to meet you here. Hope we cross paths often on the thread. Have a great one.
One day early, but it keeps the thread on top. Hmm, now that has interesting thoughts. I better not go down that path.
Soron ~ Hugs and Kisses to you. I have been reading the stories you have posted. Now if the system here would have accepted my vote. Grrrr. I am told so often I have already voted. Guess they don't like me. Got real cold here last night. Looks like the weather is moving in. I do like the cool autumn. It is good snuggling time. Just need Him to do that with.
Oh well in time.Lee ~ Nice to see you here as always. Thanks for posting those songs. As Soron said, they do so belong here.
Batch ~ Nice to meet you here. Hope we cross paths often on the thread. Have a great one.
redelicious
Bedroom Bottom
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Can't have this on page 2, now can we?
Soron
The Evil One
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Thanks to everyone
kayte, you make me jealous with the snuggling talk. It's 86 here right now. No relief in sight.
Lee, thank you for the songs.
Batch and red, thanks for the support.
big Soron hugs to all of you.
I know this has been posted before, but hey, tomorrow's her birthday.....
The Boxer
(Paul Simon)
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
kayte, you make me jealous with the snuggling talk. It's 86 here right now. No relief in sight.
Lee, thank you for the songs.
Batch and red, thanks for the support.
big Soron hugs to all of you.
I know this has been posted before, but hey, tomorrow's her birthday.....
The Boxer
(Paul Simon)
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
Soron
The Evil One
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A Return
07-16-2002 04:50 AM
bluemouse
Literotica Guru
Registered: Aug 2001
Location: my mind roams the universe, my heart longs for ireland, and my body rocks in the MOTORCITY
Posts: 778
oooooooooooooooo okay ~ here is the assignment of which he spoke....
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.....
She feels safe in her exposure, posed like this, as he left her, telling her to quietly rest while he got them something to drink..silently, she waits for him to return, her breathing slowing...her mind returning to the night, to what had already passed, and to what would continue when he returned.
She tries to see herself, there, through his eyes, her form illuminated by the candlelight, her entire self, belonging to him. She wonders what he feels, in these moments, when he leaves her there, knowing that she would remain still for him, waiting patiently for his return.
In a detached way, she craves his touch, his hands upon her face, caressing, and upon her ass, striking it, making it hot, filling her with passion. She comes to life with his words, his commands, his very presence. There is no need within her, except to give herself over to him completely, there is no desire within her, except that which he awakens...and he does that so well....
She hears him return and moans softly, the sounds of his footsteps and ice clinking musically in the glass he has brought with him. She feels him sit on the edge of the bed, where she is resting. He softly places a hand on the back of her head, gathering her hair and lifting her, so she is sitting beside him. Her head is bowed, her breathing slow and quiet, she waits.
She hears him drink, and then feels his hand under her chin, tilting her face as he brings the glass to her lips. She sips, the cool water caressing her throat....and feels him remove the glass from her hand, and hears him set the glass on the bedside table.
He then speaks softly, into her ear. "My love" he says "tonight, I wish to test you, and during this test, I wish you to remain silent. You may moan, but if you speak, it had best be your safeword, and I will consider the test over. The test will also end when you signal me that you can not take any more. It will be your limit for pain that I am testing tonight, and I want you to be honest, your signal, your speech, or when I have decided, are the only ways this test will end."
She breathed deep and quick. Something inside her swelled ~ she welcomed these challenges to prove to herself that she was stronger than she thought, and, somehow, he always knew exactly how far to push her.
"Now," he said softly "Go stand against the wall, your hands above your head, pressing into the wall, your feet apart and as far back from the wall as you can, and your back arched"
She obeyed without hesitation, sliding gracefully across the floor and unfolding her form into the position he commanded. She heard him move behind her, and felt the soft caress of leather as he dragged the flogger across her shoulders and down her back.
He then began to strike, light teasing strokes dancing across her skin in feathered kisses. This drove her wild with longing, how she wanted to feel that leather ~ the bite, the thudding, and the warming of her skin. He did not make her wait too long. Soon, her back, her ass, her legs were afire and she moaned softly and moved her body slightly in response to the blows. It seemed to go on and on, and she lost herself in the intensity of it, ever building, and then he would become softer, and let it slaken for just a moment until returning to strike even hotter. It was not simply pain for her, that was there, somewhere, buried beneath the warmth, the sensation, the quickness of the blows that made her fly within herself.
After long moments of this, she began to feel the pain once again, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to regain that plateau within herself when it was pure sensation. She could not reach it, and finally, signalled to him with her hand. He paused, and his hand reached out to caress her hair. "Oh, darlin'" He said "I think you can take just a bit more, don't you?"
Her silence was her agreement. "Ten more" he said, and he began. On the third stroke, she felt it again, the pure sensation, the flying., and when he stopped and reached to hold her, she nearly collapsed in his arms.
Scooping her up, he carried her to the bathroom, whispering words of love in her ear. Through her heavy-lidded eyes, she saw that the tub was filled. He lowered her carefully into the water, and then stripping his clothes, slipped in with her. There, he held her carefully to him and kissed her deeply, and then, bringing her tight to him he entered her, and together, they drifted both into their minds, flying together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
mo
__________________
~mo~
always filled with love
"it is the tale, not he who tells it"
"the mirror on my wall casts an image dark and small,
but im not sure at all it's my reflection...
i'm blinded by the light of god, and truth,
and right, and i wander in the night without
direction.....so, ill continue to continue to
pretend, my life will never end, and flowers
never bend with the rainfall..."
07-16-2002 04:50 AM
bluemouse
Literotica Guru
Registered: Aug 2001
Location: my mind roams the universe, my heart longs for ireland, and my body rocks in the MOTORCITY
Posts: 778
oooooooooooooooo okay ~ here is the assignment of which he spoke....
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.....
She feels safe in her exposure, posed like this, as he left her, telling her to quietly rest while he got them something to drink..silently, she waits for him to return, her breathing slowing...her mind returning to the night, to what had already passed, and to what would continue when he returned.
She tries to see herself, there, through his eyes, her form illuminated by the candlelight, her entire self, belonging to him. She wonders what he feels, in these moments, when he leaves her there, knowing that she would remain still for him, waiting patiently for his return.
In a detached way, she craves his touch, his hands upon her face, caressing, and upon her ass, striking it, making it hot, filling her with passion. She comes to life with his words, his commands, his very presence. There is no need within her, except to give herself over to him completely, there is no desire within her, except that which he awakens...and he does that so well....
She hears him return and moans softly, the sounds of his footsteps and ice clinking musically in the glass he has brought with him. She feels him sit on the edge of the bed, where she is resting. He softly places a hand on the back of her head, gathering her hair and lifting her, so she is sitting beside him. Her head is bowed, her breathing slow and quiet, she waits.
She hears him drink, and then feels his hand under her chin, tilting her face as he brings the glass to her lips. She sips, the cool water caressing her throat....and feels him remove the glass from her hand, and hears him set the glass on the bedside table.
He then speaks softly, into her ear. "My love" he says "tonight, I wish to test you, and during this test, I wish you to remain silent. You may moan, but if you speak, it had best be your safeword, and I will consider the test over. The test will also end when you signal me that you can not take any more. It will be your limit for pain that I am testing tonight, and I want you to be honest, your signal, your speech, or when I have decided, are the only ways this test will end."
She breathed deep and quick. Something inside her swelled ~ she welcomed these challenges to prove to herself that she was stronger than she thought, and, somehow, he always knew exactly how far to push her.
"Now," he said softly "Go stand against the wall, your hands above your head, pressing into the wall, your feet apart and as far back from the wall as you can, and your back arched"
She obeyed without hesitation, sliding gracefully across the floor and unfolding her form into the position he commanded. She heard him move behind her, and felt the soft caress of leather as he dragged the flogger across her shoulders and down her back.
He then began to strike, light teasing strokes dancing across her skin in feathered kisses. This drove her wild with longing, how she wanted to feel that leather ~ the bite, the thudding, and the warming of her skin. He did not make her wait too long. Soon, her back, her ass, her legs were afire and she moaned softly and moved her body slightly in response to the blows. It seemed to go on and on, and she lost herself in the intensity of it, ever building, and then he would become softer, and let it slaken for just a moment until returning to strike even hotter. It was not simply pain for her, that was there, somewhere, buried beneath the warmth, the sensation, the quickness of the blows that made her fly within herself.
After long moments of this, she began to feel the pain once again, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to regain that plateau within herself when it was pure sensation. She could not reach it, and finally, signalled to him with her hand. He paused, and his hand reached out to caress her hair. "Oh, darlin'" He said "I think you can take just a bit more, don't you?"
Her silence was her agreement. "Ten more" he said, and he began. On the third stroke, she felt it again, the pure sensation, the flying., and when he stopped and reached to hold her, she nearly collapsed in his arms.
Scooping her up, he carried her to the bathroom, whispering words of love in her ear. Through her heavy-lidded eyes, she saw that the tub was filled. He lowered her carefully into the water, and then stripping his clothes, slipped in with her. There, he held her carefully to him and kissed her deeply, and then, bringing her tight to him he entered her, and together, they drifted both into their minds, flying together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
mo
__________________
~mo~
always filled with love
"it is the tale, not he who tells it"
"the mirror on my wall casts an image dark and small,
but im not sure at all it's my reflection...
i'm blinded by the light of god, and truth,
and right, and i wander in the night without
direction.....so, ill continue to continue to
pretend, my life will never end, and flowers
never bend with the rainfall..."
H'venlee
Wickedly Teasing Wench
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Soron
The Evil One
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So Long Ago
It seems so long ago now that she wrote this for me
seek the wind
by bluemouse ©
"like breathing" he says to her
"like our very breath it is"
her eyes hold magic deep within their greenness
to him ~ she breathes
her voice, soft rain
his, rolling, distant thunder
some deep spell is lingering here
sparkling trail of stars between them
(wishing stars they are
the world whispers darkest dreams
to their brightness
they sink away into the inky night
unhearing)
the wind blows strong in her heart
stirring the stars ~ turning them to dust
she breathes
the wind calls him by name
calls him to dance
he breathes
somewhere in the night, a cry rises to
catch the stars unawares
they blink and dance
and the wind stirs, echoing the cry
to their eyes
as they breathe
ripples of wind like water drench
their forms as they breathe
themselves into the sky
wasted wishes fall
like the cry
into the empty night
the rain begins
softly falling on her face
then wrapping her in power
thunder and lightning fill the night
her skin is blue reflected flashing
and she breathes
the wind begins
to sing of rain and stars
and breath
breath connected becoming wind
becoming rain
and turning stars, those empty stars
their breath turns them to dust
It seems so long ago now that she wrote this for me
seek the wind
by bluemouse ©
"like breathing" he says to her
"like our very breath it is"
her eyes hold magic deep within their greenness
to him ~ she breathes
her voice, soft rain
his, rolling, distant thunder
some deep spell is lingering here
sparkling trail of stars between them
(wishing stars they are
the world whispers darkest dreams
to their brightness
they sink away into the inky night
unhearing)
the wind blows strong in her heart
stirring the stars ~ turning them to dust
she breathes
the wind calls him by name
calls him to dance
he breathes
somewhere in the night, a cry rises to
catch the stars unawares
they blink and dance
and the wind stirs, echoing the cry
to their eyes
as they breathe
ripples of wind like water drench
their forms as they breathe
themselves into the sky
wasted wishes fall
like the cry
into the empty night
the rain begins
softly falling on her face
then wrapping her in power
thunder and lightning fill the night
her skin is blue reflected flashing
and she breathes
the wind begins
to sing of rain and stars
and breath
breath connected becoming wind
becoming rain
and turning stars, those empty stars
their breath turns them to dust
Soron
The Evil One
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One Last Song
I can't count how many times mo and I used this song. We posted it back and forth at the midwest thread and she helped me to 100 posts.......
Kathy's Song
(Paul Simon)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
I can't count how many times mo and I used this song. We posted it back and forth at the midwest thread and she helped me to 100 posts.......
Kathy's Song
(Paul Simon)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
kayte
This Was My Favorite Toy
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Mo's Birthday
Soron ~ Yes I remember that being passed back and forth on the thread. That is one of my favorite songs. I would quietly sing each verse as it appeared when you did that on the midwest thread. As now, for her, I sit here singing the song. She is strong. She will be back. There are so many of us praying and sending strong good thoughts. My prayers are for her and for you. I am here for you my friend. Hugs and Kisses.
Soron said:I can't count how many times mo and I used this song. We posted it back and forth at the midwest thread and she helped me to 100 posts.......
Kathy's Song
(Paul Simon)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
Soron ~ Yes I remember that being passed back and forth on the thread. That is one of my favorite songs. I would quietly sing each verse as it appeared when you did that on the midwest thread.
As now, for her, I sit here singing the song. She is strong. She will be back. There are so many of us praying and sending strong good thoughts. My prayers are for her and for you. I am here for you my friend. Hugs and Kisses.
redelicious
Bedroom Bottom
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Another bump for my friend.
Soron
The Evil One
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MO
Thank you kayte and red. Big tight hugs to you both.
Someday kayte you're going to have to do me the honor of singing 'Kathy's Song' while I play. Please.
mo's favorite Paul Simon song.....
The Dangling Conversation
(Paul Simon)
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
Thank you kayte and red. Big tight hugs to you both.
Someday kayte you're going to have to do me the honor of singing 'Kathy's Song' while I play. Please.
mo's favorite Paul Simon song.....
The Dangling Conversation
(Paul Simon)
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
kayte
This Was My Favorite Toy
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Soron ~ My friend I would love to be in a place with you and your guitar. I would be thrilled to sing that and other songs while you played. Thank you for asking. We'll just have to make sure I've got all the words.
red ~ Good to see you. Love the Halloween AV.
red ~ Good to see you. Love the Halloween AV.
H'venlee
Wickedly Teasing Wench
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Wild Mountain Thyme
Francis McPeake
Oh, the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
I will wander through the wild
And the seep woods so dreary
And return with my spoils
To the tower of my deary
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
Oh, the autumn-time is comin',
And the leaves are gently falling,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
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Francis McPeake
Oh, the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
I will wander through the wild
And the seep woods so dreary
And return with my spoils
To the tower of my deary
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
Oh, the autumn-time is comin',
And the leaves are gently falling,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
http://www.xfile.f9.co.uk/scotland/images/HEATHER.JPG
Arden
Un amor, Una verdad
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At Soron's request, a song for the Irish girl that touched the lives of so many here...
IRISH HEARTBEAT
by Van Morrison
Oh won't you stay
Stay a while with your own ones
Don't ever stray
Stray so far from your own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Dont care nothing for your soul
That you share with your own ones
Don't rush away
Rush away from your own ones
Just one more day
One more day with your own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Don't care nothing bout your soul
That you share with your own ones
There's a stranger
And he's standing at your door
Might be your best friend, might be your brother
You may never know
I'm going back
Going back to my own ones
Come back to talk
Talk a while with my own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Don't care nothing 'bout your soul
You share with your own ones
Oh won't you stay
One more day with your own ones
Don't rush away
Rush away from your own ones
This old world is so cold,
Don't care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones
From another with many Irish ancestors...
God Bless.
IRISH HEARTBEAT
by Van Morrison
Oh won't you stay
Stay a while with your own ones
Don't ever stray
Stray so far from your own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Dont care nothing for your soul
That you share with your own ones
Don't rush away
Rush away from your own ones
Just one more day
One more day with your own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Don't care nothing bout your soul
That you share with your own ones
There's a stranger
And he's standing at your door
Might be your best friend, might be your brother
You may never know
I'm going back
Going back to my own ones
Come back to talk
Talk a while with my own ones
'Cause the world is so cold
Don't care nothing 'bout your soul
You share with your own ones
Oh won't you stay
One more day with your own ones
Don't rush away
Rush away from your own ones
This old world is so cold,
Don't care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones
From another with many Irish ancestors...
God Bless.
Soron
The Evil One
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- Posts
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One More Birthday Song
Thanks to everyone who stopped here, especially those who left a song or two.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MO
The Ghost of Tom Joad
(Bruce Springsteen)
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Thanks to everyone who stopped here, especially those who left a song or two.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MO
The Ghost of Tom Joad
(Bruce Springsteen)
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Soron
The Evil One
- Joined
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- Posts
- 16,040
BUMP
"Letting The Telephone Ring"
Ani DiFranco
I am letting the telephone ring
cause I don't want to know why
I don't want to hear you explain
I don't want to hear you cry
I have written so much about you
so much I thought I knew
words like water used to flow
now what could I possibly have to say?
she is someone I don't even know
and all the things that you've given to me
I see now were simply reparations
they were gifts of your guilt
they were my preparation
I know I should be mature
keep my feet on the floor
but for some reason,
I just don't want them anymore
I know this shouldn't be important
compared to you and I
but I can still hear my questions
and I can still hear you
I can still hear you
lie
now vicariously I have her in me
I want to peel off my skin
let the water wash in
you always said that I was hiding
that I was hiding from you
but you are capable of things I could not do
you are capable of things I could not do
I remember how you pretended
how you pretended to touch me
I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe
I remember wondering,
what was wrong
what was wrong
how could I be so naive
how could I be so naive?
"Letting The Telephone Ring"
Ani DiFranco
I am letting the telephone ring
cause I don't want to know why
I don't want to hear you explain
I don't want to hear you cry
I have written so much about you
so much I thought I knew
words like water used to flow
now what could I possibly have to say?
she is someone I don't even know
and all the things that you've given to me
I see now were simply reparations
they were gifts of your guilt
they were my preparation
I know I should be mature
keep my feet on the floor
but for some reason,
I just don't want them anymore
I know this shouldn't be important
compared to you and I
but I can still hear my questions
and I can still hear you
I can still hear you
lie
now vicariously I have her in me
I want to peel off my skin
let the water wash in
you always said that I was hiding
that I was hiding from you
but you are capable of things I could not do
you are capable of things I could not do
I remember how you pretended
how you pretended to touch me
I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe
I remember wondering,
what was wrong
what was wrong
how could I be so naive
how could I be so naive?
