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SecretScribe said:
Arden ... hope you slept well ... just had to mention .... DAMN that's a cute AV ...
Thank you, SS... we've missed you 'round these parts. I hope that all is well with you... ;)
 
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay


:heart: :heart:
 
I did not live until today
How can I live when we are parted?
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
And yet with you my world has started.


:heart::heart:
 
TUPELO HONEY
Van Morrison


You can take all the tea in china
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t keep us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t stop us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)

You can take all the tea in china
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around the seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because she’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like the honey, baby, from the bee
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright.....

A posting to the van mailing list may/96 notes the existence of a lost verse to this song, here transcribed from a performance on the van morrison in ireland concert video:

There’s a rose pressed inside a bible
That she reads on the balcony
She’s sweet in slumber and I’ve got her number
For the beginning of the century.

Van list member art siegel comments in nov/97 that I don’t think the rose in the Bible is a true ’lost verse’, but rather one that van added to his live performances years after the origin
Here is, though, a true ’lost verse’ which is in the original sheet music:

I’ll tell a tale of old manhattan
Adirondack bus to go
Standing waiting on my number
And my number’s gonna show.


:heart:
 

Words

Our words can be a powerful tool,
without thought, they can be cruel.
A simple, throwaway remark,
can slice into our hearts.

Once spoken, they are permanent,
to whomever they are sent,
embedded deep within their souls,
whether or not that was our goal.

Just as easily we can raise,
someone with simple praise.
One kind and uplifting remark,
can restore a weary heart.

Cherish all your spoken words,
give them the caution they deserve,
once spoken they are permanent,
to whomever they are sent.




Good night all..
:rose: :rose:
 
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Queen

Words and music by Freddie Mercury

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

This thing (this thing) called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to Rock'n'Roll
She drives my crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool relax get hip!
Get on my track's
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool relax get hip!
Get on my track's
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready (ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love...


Good nite all...I'm off.



:rose:
 
NEW YORK CITY SERENADE
(Bruce Springsteen)

Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
As she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys
They ain't got no money
And they're so easy
I said "Hey, baby
Won't you take my hand
Walk with me down Broadway
Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway"
I'm a young man, I talk it real loud
Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you
Ah so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away your city life
Hook up to the train
Ah hook up to the night train
Hook it up
Hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin'
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley
He's singin', singin', singin', singin'
 
IN MY TIME OF DYING
(Traditional)

Well in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do
Is take my body home
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed

Well meet me Jesus meet me
meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me, Lord,
Won't you meet me with another pair
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed

Well in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to cry
All I want for you to do
Is take me when I die
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed
 
NEBRASKA
(Bruce Springsteen)

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world
 
I'm off to dream about Soron... now that the sleepover princesses are finally in bed. :rolleyes:

I love you :heart:
 
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

Mmm, wherever you'd like :kiss:
 
UNDER THE BOARDWALK ~ The Drifters
(Artie Resnick-Kenny Young)

Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be *making love*
Under the board-walk, board-walk!

From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel
Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be *making love*
Under the board-walk, board-walk!

Oooooh, under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!


:rose: :heart: :heart: :rose:
:devil:
 
Nite all....

Sting
» The Book Of My Life


Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life


I'm off....
 
CONFESSIN' THE BLUES ~ BB King
(Jay McShann-Walter Brown)

Baby, here I stand before you with my heart in my hand
I want you greet it mama hopin' that you'll understand
Oh baby, mama please don't dog me around
Well, I'd rather love you baby, than anyone else I know in town

Well, because you're so nice and lovely
And you have such pleasant ways
If you take to your home I'll be there the rest of my days
That's the truth mama
Yes, you know I wouldn't lie
Well, if I don't love you baby
I swear I hope I die

Oh baby, don't you want a man like me?
Yeah baby, don't you want a man like me?
Well, you think only about our future
And forget about your used to be

Well now, this is my confession mama
And I'm thrilled by all your charms
It seems that I'm in heaven when you hold me in your arms
Now baby, you can have me for yourself
Well now, you was meant for me baby
And I don't want nobody else

Oh baby, don't you want a man like me?
Yeah baby, don't you want a man like me?
Well, you think only about our future
And forget about your used to be
 
BOUGAINVILLEA
(Forrest Richard Betts)

Bougainvillea, sing your song
For my lover, for my love
I need
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her wear your flowers in her hair
You will always be
Always be our love song
She was so afraid
To give her heart away
Now before she even knows
I hold her close to me
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her know, she’s free


:rose::heart::heart::rose:
 
A Sonnet To Thee

For I have loved thee with a love,
That knows no bounds nor time;
As if for all eternity,
Thy soul twas knit to mine.

Before the starlight flickered,
Across the azure sky;
My heart was searching for thine heart,
Thy soul searched there for mine.

Then there as if twas guided,
By a gentle loving hand;
Our souls were drawn together,
As by some greater plan.

Long 'fore my eyes looked into thine,
Before I knew thy face;
I knew thee in this heart of mine,
Across all time and space.

Before thy voice fell on my ear,
I heard thee in my soul;
A promise there of love to come,
Of beauty to behold.

For I have loved thee with a love,
That knows no bounds nor time;
And for all eternity,
My soul is knit to thine.

ACC
 
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