I'm Off

[Arden]

UNFORGETTABLE
Nat King Cole

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

 

[Soron]

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

I love you

 

[Soron]

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic
flight? Or gazed at the sun into
the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say hi
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your
day, It is like an unopened
gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over. -Anonymous

 

[Arden]

I enjoyed that, Soron... it is certainly thought-provoking

 

[Soron]

If You Could Come

My love, my love, if you could come once more
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face.

I would not ask you if those golden spheres
In love rejoice,
If only our stained star hath sin and tears,
But fill my famished hearing with your voice.

One touch of you were worth a thousand creeds.
My wound is numb
Through toil-pressed, but all night long it bleeds
In aching dreams, and still you cannot come ~Katharine Lee Bates

 

[Arden]

DOWN ON THE CORNER
Creedence Clearwater Revival


Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

CHORUS:
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willie and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the wash board, and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut-bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out, on his kalamazoo
Willie goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

CHORUS:

You don't need a penny, just to hang around
But if you got a nickel won't you lay your money down
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

 

[Soron]

BITTER FRUIT
(Steven Van Zandt)

I was born lucky they always say
I work in these fields of plenty
Sweat for the company far away
Fruit once sweet now has bitter taste

My father was a union man
Very proud and outspoken
They came and took him when I was young
I will fight 'till his work is done

And my children are hungry
To taste the sweet life
Though my eyes have grown tired
Their desire keeps me alive

I will gather no more of your bitter fruit

I have a sister she loves to dream
Now she works right beside me
We work the land we can never own
Someday we'll reap what we have sown

I don't look east I don't look west
I don't understand their accent
If it's not soldiers it's foreign debt
But they haven't won this one yet

Soon from the fields will come fire
To cleanse the lies from all sides
The flames of freedom grow higher
Until desire - is satisfied

I will gather no more of your bitter fruit

And they want to help in America
And the guns they come from America
But they fight against us North America
Why are the people so quiet in America?

 

[Soron]

ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST
(Mark Knopfler)


Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west

Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if you don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
Ah, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughter
Who's protecting the innocenti
Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guess once upon a time in the west

Oh yes once upon a time in the west
Oh yes once upon a time in the west

 

[Arden]

QUESTION
(written by Justin Hayward)
The Moody Blues


Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

 

[Soron]

This song reminds me so much, in spirit, of a Woody Guthrie song called, 'Plane Wreck at Los Gatos' (Deportee).

SINALOA COWBOYS
(Bruce Springsteen)

Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico.
He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee, when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin

They left their homes and family
Their father said, "My sons one thing you will learn,
for everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning till the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.

Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
And there in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine

You could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten hour shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa
But if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert
If you breathed those fumes in

It was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside
When the shack exploded, lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale
To the creekside and there in the tall grass, Louis Rosales died
Miguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove
There in the dirt he dug up ten-thousand dollars. all that they'd saved
Kissed his brothers lips and placed him in his grave

 

[Arden]

SOUTH CITY MIDNIGHT LADY
The Doobie Brothers


Up all night I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, night had fled
And sleepy eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone out walkin' the street
Yes, and when I'm feelin' down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

 

[Soron]

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

 

[H'venlee]

Dropping in to say Hi!

Love the avs. You two are so cute.

Hugs to you both. And a quick for you, Soron.

 

[Soron]

For Lee...

{{{{{{{ LEE }}}}}}}

A song for ya, darlin'...


The Weaver And The Factory Maid ~ Steeleye Span

When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again

I'm a hand weaver to my trade
I fell in love with a factory maid
And if I could but her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by steam

My father to me scornful said
How could you fancy a factory maid
When you could have girls fine and gay
Dressed like unto the Queen of May

As for your fine girls I don't care
If I could but enjoy my dear
I'd stand in the factory all the day
And she and I'd keep our shuttles in play

I went to my love's bedroom door
Where often times I had been before
But I could not speak nor yet get in
The pleasant bed that my love laid in

How can you say it's a pleasant bed
Where nowt lies there but a factory maid?
A factory lass although she be
Blest in the man that enjoys she

O pleasant thoughts come to my mind
As I turn doen the sheets so fine
And I seen her two breasts standing so
Like two white hills all covered with snow

The loom goes click and the loom goes clack
The shuttle flies forward and then flies back
The weaver's so bent that he's like to crack
Such a wearisome trade is the weaver's

The yarn is made into cloth at last
The ends of west they are made quite fast
The weaver's labour are now all past
Such a wearisome trade is the weaver's

Where are the girls I will tell you plain
The girls have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find them you must rise at dawn
And trudge to the mill in the early morn

When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again

 

[Arden]

ON THE WINGS OF A NIGHTINGALE
The Everly Brothers - 1984


When I love, I get a feeling
Like I'm traveling through the sky
On the wings of a nightingale
As I ride, my head is reeling
And I don't even wonder why
On the wings of a nightingale I'll fly

I'll go land and sea,
I'll be thinking of you and me
Couldn't ask for a better place to be
Oh, I can feel something happening
Oh, I can feel something happening
Oh, I can feel something happening to me

So hold my hand, I got a feeling
That the journey has just begun
On the wings of a nightingale
And if you like we'll fly together
To the land of eternal sun
On the wings of a nightingale of love

I'll go land and sea,
I'll be thinking of you and me
Couldn't ask for a better place to be
Oh, I can feel something happening
Oh, I can feel something happening
Oh, I can feel something happening to me

When I love, I get a feeling
Like I'm traveling through the sky
On the wings of a nightingale
On the wings of a nightingale
Oooh oooh oooh
On the wings of a nightingale

 

[Soron]

The Future

A wanderer is man from his birth.
He was born in a ship
On the breast of the river of Time;
Brimming with wonder and joy
He spreads out his arms to the light,
Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream.

As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been.
Whether he wakes,
Where the snowy mountainous pass,
Echoing the screams of the eagles,
Hems in its gorges the bed
Of the new-born clear-flowing stream;
Whether he first sees light
Where the river in gleaming rings
Sluggishly winds through the plain;
Whether in sound of the swallowing sea--
As is the world on the banks,
So is the mind of the man.

Vainly does each, as he glides,
Fable and dream
Of the lands which the river of Time
Had left ere he woke on its breast,
Or shall reach when his eyes have been closed.
Only the tract where he sails
He wots of; only the thoughts,
Raised by the objects he passes, are his.

Who can see the green earth any more
As she was by the sources of Time?
Who imagines her fields as they lay
In the sunshine, unworn by the plough?
Who thinks as they thought,
The tribes who then roam'd on her breast,
Her vigorous, primitive sons?

What girl
Now reads in her bosom as clear
As Rebekah read, when she sate
At eve by the palm-shaded well?
Who guards in her breast
As deep, as pellucid a spring
Of feeling, as tranquil, as sure?

What bard,
At the height of his vision, can deem
Of God, of the world, of the soul,
With a plainness as near,
As flashing as Moses felt
When he lay in the night by his flock
On the starlit Arabian waste?
Can rise and obey
The beck of the Spirit like him?

This tract which the river of Time
Now flows through with us, is the plain.
Gone is the calm of its earlier shore.
Border'd by cities and hoarse
With a thousand cries is its stream.
And we on its breast, our minds
Are confused as the cries which we hear,
Changing and shot as the sights which we see.

And we say that repose has fled
For ever the course of the river of Time.
That cities will crowd to its edge
In a blacker, incessanter line;
That the din will be more on its banks,
Denser the trade on its stream,
Flatter the plain where it flows,
Fiercer the sun overhead.
That never will those on its breast
See an ennobling sight,
Drink of the feeling of quiet again.

But what was before us we know not,
And we know not what shall succeed.

Haply, the river of Time--
As it grows, as the towns on its marge
Fling their wavering lights
On a wider, statelier stream--
May acquire, if not the calm
Of its early mountainous shore,
Yet a solemn peace of its own.

And the width of the waters, the hush
Of the grey expanse where he floats,
Freshening its current and spotted with foam
As it draws to the Ocean, may strike
Peace to the soul of the man on its breast--
As the pale waste widens around him,
As the banks fade dimmer away,
As the stars come out, and the night-wind
Brings up the stream
Murmurs and scents of the infinite sea.

-Matthew Arnold

 

[Arden]

BLUEBIRD
Paul McCartney


Late At Night When The Wind Is Still
I'll Come Flying Through Your Door,
And You'll Know What Love Is For.
I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird
I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird,
I'm A Bluebird
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Touch Your Lips With A Magic Kiss
And You'll Be A Bluebird Too,
And You'll Know What Love Can Do.

I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird
I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

I'm A Bluebird, I'm A Bluebird,
I'm A Bluebird,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird.

Fly Away Through The Midnight Air
As We Head Across The Sea,
And At Last We Will Be Free.

You're A Bluebird, You're A Bluebird,
You're A Bluebird, You're A Bluebird
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
You're A Bluebird, You're A Bluebird
You're A Bluebird
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird.

All Alone On A Desert Island
We're Living In The Trees,
And We're Flying In The Breeze.

We're The Bluebirds, We're The Bluebirds
We're The Bluebirds, We're The Bluebirds
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

We're The Bluebirds, We're The Bluebirds
We're The Bluebirds
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird
Ah Ha,
Bluebird.

 

[Arden]

NO, FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
Author Unknown

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

 

[Soron]

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

 

[Soron]

WORLDS APART
(Bruce Springsteen)

I hold you in my arms, that's when it starts
I seek faith in your kiss, and comfort in your heart
I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars
But when I look into your eyes, we stand worlds apart

Where the distant oceans sing, and rise to the plain
In this dry and troubled country, your beauty remains
Down from the mountain roads where the highway rolls to dark
'Neath Allah's blessed rain, we remain worlds apart

Sometimes the truth just ain't enough
Or it's too much in times like this
Let's throw the truth away, we'll find it in this kiss
In your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts
May the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart

We'll let blood build a bridge, over mountains draped in stars
I'll meet you on the ridge, between these worlds apart
We've got this moment now to live, then it's all just dust and dark
Let love give what it gives
Let's let love give what it gives

 

[Soron]

OLD
(Paul Simon)

The first time I heard "Peggy Sue"
I was 12 years old
Russians up in rocket ships
and the war was cold
now many wars have come and gone
Genocide still goes on
Buddy Holly still goes on
but his catalog was sold

First time I smoked
guess what - paranoid
First time I heard "Satisfaction"
I was young and unemployed
Down the decades every year
Summer leaves and my birthday's here
And all my friends stand up and cheer
And say man you're old
Getting old
Old
Getting old

We celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas day
And Buddah found Nirvana along the Lotus Way
About 1,500 years ago the messenger Mohammed spoke
And his wisdom like a river flowed
Through hills of gold
Wisdom is old
The Koran is old
The Bible's
Greatest story ever told

Disagreements?
Work 'em out

The human race walked the Earth for 2.7 million
And we estimate the universe about 13-14 billion
When all these numbers tumble into your imagination
Consider that the Lord was there before creation
God is old
We're not old
God is old
He made the mold

Take your clothes off
Adam and Eve

 

[Soron]

To The True Patroness of Poetry, Calliope

It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,
That for his lines none should a patron chuse
By wealth and poverty, by less or more,
But who the same is able to peruse:
Nor ought a man his labour dedicate,
Without a true and sensible desert,
To any power of such a mighty state
But such a wise defendress as thou art
Thou great and powerful Muse, then pardon me
That I presume thy maiden cheek to stain
In dedicating such a work to thee,
Sprung from the issue of an idle brain:
I use thee as a woman ought to be,
I consecrate my idle hours to thee.

- Francis Beaumont

 

[Soron]

C.O.D.
(L. Gooden)

Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
I can't stand these blues....They're too much for me

You know special delivery....Return so many line
Ah special delivery....Return too many line
I don't want no credit....Just let me love you 'til I die

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don't have time to do either one if our love is on the blink
Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey....Cash on delivery

Ah special delivery....Return so many line
You know special delivery return....too many line
Don't give me no credit....Just let me love you 'til I die....Yeah

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don't have time to do either one when our love is on the blink
Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey....Cash on delivery

Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
Oh come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D.
'Cause I can't stand these blues....They're too much for me....Oh

Oh baby....Baby....Come on....Make it C.O.D....Come here baby
Oh listen baby....I need you right now....Can't you come right away
Make it C.O.D....Oh....C.O.D.

 

[Arden]

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DREAM BABY (How Long Must I Dream)
Roy Orbison
Words and Music by Cindy Walker

Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream

Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through
Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams night time too
I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do
Dream baby make me stop my dreamin', you can make my dreams come true

Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
How (sha-da-da-da) long (sha-da-da-da) must I dream

Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through (dream baby)
Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams night time too (dream baby)
I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do (dream baby)
Dream baby make me stop my dreamin', you can make my dreams come true

Aww, sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
Yeah, yeah, swee-ee-et dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
How long must I dream

Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)

FADE

Sweet dream baby

 

[H'venlee]

I'm Moving On
Rascal Flatts
____

I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons;
Finally content with a past I regret.
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness -
For once I'm at peace with myself.
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long.
I'm moving on.

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces;
Each one is different, but they're always the same.
They mean me no harm but it's time that I faced it:
They'll never allow me to change.
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong.
I'm moving on.

I'm moving on, at last I can see
That life has been patiently waiting for me.
And I know there's no guarantee
But I'm not alone.
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by,
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone.

I sold what I could, and packed what I couldn't,
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town.
I've loved like I should, but lived like I shouldn't.
I had to lose everything to find out.
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road.
I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.