Waiting for a Better Title

A Song for Lansley

2012-02-09T12:25:00.001Z

A Song for Lansley ~John Gabbay~

Oh the year is 2020 (and) my auntie's had a stroke
Just basic care and send her home next day
Some rehab would have helped her but the price was just a joke
And that new insurance company wouldn't pay

It has its faults our NHS, but still it's up there with the best
We didn't vote you in for you to leave it such a mess
In Europe and the poor U.S. they pay much more and get much less
Your Bill will kill our public health and make us like the rest
We'll never re-elect you if you wreck our NHS

Oh the year is 2025; can't find my own GP
The only free one's twenty miles away
Our local Surgery's run for profit while pretending that it's free
Coz that new insurance company's got its way

After 60 years our NHS is still regarded as the best
At joining up our health care, and at keeping up our welfare,
Now your corporate pals are queuing up for a mega profit fest
That'll land us in the same old mess they've made in the US
We'll never re-elect you if you wreck our NHS

You knew, didn't you, the damage you would do`
Coz everyone who knows has told you so
So you hid the risks and lied, insisted you were right
Your so-called "listening" pause was just for show,

It would take a man insane to ignore what they've been saying
But you're not mad, you knew what you were doing.
You're opening up the path for your corporate pals to make
A killing from the tax we pay to you.

When you deny you'll privatise, your lawyers know you're telling lies
GPs will find they're legally tied to private enterprise
So tell your money grabbing friends "Go back to the US!"
And leave our nurses and GPs to do what they do best
We'll never re-elect you if you wreck our NHS

Oh the year is 2030 and there's not much care for free
The best is only there if you can pay
The good old logo's there to see, but it's not meant for you and me
Coz that new insurance company's here to stay

It has its faults our NHS, but still it's up there with the best
Yet still you want your Bill made law to kill our NHS
You promised not to shake it up but launched this bloody mess
We'll never re-elect you if you wreck our NHS

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An t-Eilean Muileach

2012-02-09T10:34:00.001Z

Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest

Eilean buadhmor nam fuarbheann àrda

An t-Eilean Muileach ~Dugald MacPhail~

An t-Eilean Muileach, an t-Eilean àghmhor,
An t-eilean grianach mun iath an sàile
Eilean buadhmor nam fuarbheann àrda
Nan coilltean uaine, 's nan cluaintean fàsail.
B'fhallain, cùbhrach 's bu rèidh an t-àilean,
Le blàthan maothbhog bu chaoine fàileadh;
Bu ghlan na bruachan mun d'fhuair mo m'àrach,
An Doire-chuillin aig bun Beinn Bhàirneach

B'e 'n sòlas-inntin leam bhith ag èisteachd
Ri còisir bhinn-ghuthach, ghrinn a'Cheitean
A'seinn gu sùnndach an dlùths nan geugan -
A'choill fo liath-dhealt, 's a'ghrian ag eiridh.

Chlaon gach sòlas dhiubh siud mar bhruadar,
'S mar bhristeadh builgein air bhàrr nan stuadh-thonn;
Ach soraidh sl`n leis gach loinn is buaidh
A bh'air eilean àghmhor nan àrd-bheann fuara.

An t-Eilean Muileach (The Isle of Mull) ~trans Malcolm MacFarlane~

The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest,
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

How pleasant 'twas in the sweet May morning,
The rising sun thy gay fields adorning;
The feathered songsters their lays were singing,
While rocks and woods were with echoes ringing.

The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest,
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

But gone are now all those joys for ever,
Like bubbles bursting on yonder river:
Farewell, farewell, to thy sparkling fountains,
Thy waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest,
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

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When the morning comes

2012-01-18T16:43:00.001Z

This Too Shall Pass ~OK Go~

You know you can't keep letting it get you down
And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around.
If there ain't all that much to love around,
Better run like hell when you hit the ground.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

You can't stop these kids from dancing.
Why would you want to?
Especially when your already getting yours.
'Cause if your mind don't move and your knees don't bend,
well don't start blaming the kids again.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

Let it go, this too shall pass.
Let it go, this too shall pass.

You know you can't keep letting it get you down.
No, you can't keep letting it get you down.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.
When the morning comes!

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In honor of the Lib Dem peers and their response to #wbr

2012-01-18T10:19:00.001Z

But don't talk about revolution, that's going a little bit too far

Love Me, I'm a Liberal ~Phil Ochs~

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

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skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit

2012-01-16T17:27:00.001Z

skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit

everything reminds me of my dog ~Jane Siberry ~

everything reminds me of my dog

the guy in the store reminds me of my dog

telephones remind me of my dog...yoohoo

taxicabs remind me too

if you remind me of my dog

we'll probably git along little doggie

git along git along little doggie git a...

smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog

(better let them know you're friendly)

the way people dress reminds me too

pissing on their favourite tree

sad things remind me of my dog

cockroaches and other insects

remind me too, don't eat them

the blank expression of the little boy

with thick glasses who picks

himself up from the sidewalk

and stands there blinking in the sun

ho oh!

if you remind me of my dog

we'll probably git along little doggie

git along git along little doggie git a...

like the man on the subway

sitting across from me

and every time I looked at him he smiled

and by the time

I got to the end of the subway line

I 'd given him at least ...oh...25 cookies

guys in bars remind me of my dog

the way it takes you so long

to choose the perfect table

if you remind me of my dog

we'll probably git along little doggie

git along git along little doggie git a...

me and my ferocious dog

we're walking down the street

and everyone we meet says

"ach yer a goot doogie !...

"ach yer a goot doogie!..."

except when we go for a walk

to get the Sunday paper

I stand there and read the headlines

he reads the wind

sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs

I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb

what? what? I say

everything reminds me of my dog

beautiful things

sunsets remind me of my dog

Gina go to your window

Einstein reminds me of me dog

I want to pat his fluffy head

this whole world reminds me of my dog

my dog reminds me of this whole world

do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump)

I do? (faster thump thump)

skyscrapers remind me of my dog

sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit

guys in red cameros too

it's getting to be a habit

artists remind me of my dog

staking out their originality on the nearest tree

old folks remind me of my dog

my dog reminds old people of their dogs

(Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead)

Gina says I remind her of the dog

the that way I just did that

golfers teeing off remind me of my dog

the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws

what is it you want? look at it...

do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie?

do you want me to dial the number for you?

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You can thank the keeper, you can thank the flame

2012-01-12T22:55:00.001Z

Light from the lighthouse ~Pete Coe~

When the daylight fades and the shadows fall
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the weather watch spies an incoming squall
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the sun sinks down into a troubled sea
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the night winds blow and the rain falls free
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

And when the clouds boil black and the wind will wail
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And you're caught in the teeth of a terrible gale
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And your sailor's heart is filled with fear
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the sound of the surf on the rocks is near
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me.

Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

And when the wind drops down and the sea is becalmed
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the fog is thickest before the dawn
And the light from the lighthouse shine on me
And the new sun burns that fog away
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
From the darkest night comes the brightest day
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

When you're safe back home in harbour again
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
You can thank the keeper, you can thank the flame
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Shine on me, shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me

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2011: Five songs for an old year

2011-12-30T14:57:00.001Z

When she smiles it's generous

So ring that victory bell

You don't always have to be on top

I had this wall and what I knew of the free world was that I could see their fireworks

Just fell from his heart as a song

My new number one ~Beans on Toast~

She's beautiful, she's intelligent, She's sexy and she's fun, She's confident and clever, She's my new number one

When she smiles it's generous, Oh, she's a winner
She's always up for dancing, and she likes drinking tequila
She's adventurous and daring, and fun to be around
She somehow reaches up so far with both feet on the ground

She like reggae music and face painting
Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings
From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady
A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party
I hope she's got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees
I can't wait till I get home, and I'm going to see Lizzie B.
She got my favourite CD as a present for me before it even came out
We had pork chops for dinner, she made breakfast as well
Well, I get along with all her friends, mine think she's great
I took her to meet my parents on Sunday night
And now I trust her with the passwords and keys to the house
The home is where the heart is and nobody else

Glory Hallelujah ~Frank Turner~

Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news?
The storm has lifted and there's nothing to lose,
So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes,
Because there never was no god.
Step out of the darkness and onto the streets,
Forget about the fast, let's have a carnival feast,
Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat,
Because there never was no god.

There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,

No cowering in the dark before some overbearing priests,
Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek,
No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts,
Because there never was no god.
No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of,
No spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood,
No finger pointing justified by fairies up above,
Because there never was no god.

There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,
We're all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.

And I know you're scared of dying man and I am too,
But just pretending it's not happening isn't gonna see us through,
So just accept that there's an end game and we haven't got much time,
And then in the here and now we can try and do things right.
Forget about the crazy things that people have believed,
And think of wondrous things that normal people have achieved,
'Cos I've known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day,
I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won't you wash my sins away?
But now I'm singing my refrain and this is what I say,
I say there never was no god.

There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,
We're all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.

I Am Not A Robot ~Marina And The Diamonds~

You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not

You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable
You are not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don't pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing

I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable
I am not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I'm not a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

What do you hear in these sounds? ~Dar Williams~

I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself...
And she says

Oooooooh, aaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And... Oooooooh, aaaaaaah
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says "Oh", I say "What?"...she says "Exactly",
I say"What, you think I'm angry
Does that mean you think I'm angry?"
She says "Look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses?"
and.......

Oooooooh, aaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And... Oooooooh, aaaaaaah
What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But Oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself............

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in
And I say well I'm lucky, cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And they'd know that I was scared
They'd would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me...and...

Oooooooh, aaaaaaah, The stories that nobody hears...and...

Aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, and I collect these sounds in my ears...and

Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that's what I hear in these sounds...and...

Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that's what I hear in these......
that's what I hear in these sounds.

No Telling ~Linda Thompson~

He came in the ballroom, just a crazy old man.
His eyes seemed to glaze in the light.
Just some old hawker, to judge by his rags,
Come in from the cold of the night.
The whole room was dancing, they paid him no mind
As he slipped (stepped?) to the bar and said, "Please be so kind."
And the music kept ringing in the back of his mind.
No telling what a love song will do.

As the queen of the ballroom sang a favourite song,
He stood with his glass in his hand.
He was weary of living the days of his life
And tonight was the last he could stand.
He shut out the future, he shut out the past,
And even the present was running out fast.
The queen of the ballroom said, "Make this the last."
No telling what a love song will do.

As she started to sing for the very last time,
He trembled as he stood there alone.
And the pain he'd been holding inside for so long
Just fell from his heart as a song with every last tear.
And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear.
No telling what a love song will do.

Oh, the queen of the ballroom still glitters and shines
Each night at the Old Timers????
And maybe it's something they put in the wine,
Her beauty refuses to fade.
"I think she got married to a stranger", they say,
"Just a crazy old man who came passing one day."
And the whole town still dances and the music still plays.
No telling what a love song will do.
No telling what a love song will do.

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Three Songs for Christmas

2011-12-12T16:22:00.001Z

It's the season of grace coming out of the void

Enjoy what the day brings despite stories of kings

But I quite like the songs

The Atheist Christmas Carol ~Vienna Teng~

It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home

It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now

Don't forget
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark

Don't forget
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you

I Don't Believe In Christmas ~George Hrab~
Every time this time of year
I weigh the way we spread good cheer
And wonder if it matters one bit
Why we’re nicer? My advice, sir:
Enjoy what the day brings despite stories of kings
Relish the things that you give and are given

Every time this time of year
I explain in ways plain and clear
To my relief I have no belief
In the reason for the season
But I’m one who defends if these means to these ends
Result in smiling friends, who once were strangers
Where’s the danger?

I don’t believe in Christmas
But I love it anyway

Every time this time of year
I voice a voice some don’t hold dear
And proudly shout despite my doubt
“Seasons greetings” at family meetings
And I still can enjoy like when I was a boy
Unwrapping every toy that I get, and each one I’m giving
This is living

I don’t believe in Christmas
But I love it anyway

The best of intentions never equal the gifts that you got
with a season so perfect I’ll forgive that its reason is not

Every time this time of year
I love the love both far and near
And wonder if it matters one bit
Why we’re nice

White Wine in the Sun ~Tim Minchin~
I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I'm looking forward to Christmas
Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don't go in for ancient wisdom
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky

And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
Are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs
I'm not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me

Cos I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You'll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won't understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if, my baby girl
When you're twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You'll know what ever comes
Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you...
Waiting...

I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know...

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Two songs about love

2011-12-01T21:14:00.001Z

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly

When she smiles it's generous

My new number one ~Beans on Toast~

She's beautiful, she's intelligent, She's sexy and she's fun, She's confident and clever, She's my new number one

Littlest Birds ~The Be Good Tanyas~ Well I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad lonesome and blue,
I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through.
You pass through places and places pass through you,
But you carry 'em with you on the soles of your travellin' shoes.
Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the mornin' so early,
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues.
I got the wanderin' blues,
And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon,
And I'll sing :
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
Well it's times like these I feel so small and wild
Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child.
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill,
Singin these blues with a warble and a trill.
But I'm not too blue to fly,
No I'm not too blue to fly 'cause
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest song

Well I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly,
I wake you up in the mornin' so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues.
I got the wanderin' blues,
And I don't wanna leave you I love you through and through.
Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train,
And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain.
But I had the wanderin' blues,
And I sang those wanderin' blues.
And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon,
And I'll sing :
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest song

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I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky

2011-11-24T13:15:00.001Z

Twenty years is a very long time.

Don't stop me now

I want to break free

Don't Stop Me Now ~Queen~

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world, I'll turn it inside out yeah
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'cause I'm having a good time
Having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go there's no stopping me
I'm burning through the sky yea
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now
'cause I'm having a good time
Don't stop me now
Yes I'm having a good time
I don't wanna stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite
I'm out of control
I'm a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explode!
I'm burning through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me don't stop me, don't stop me hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me ooh ooh ooh
I like it
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me
ohhhhhhh!

ohhhhhhh
Burning through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Da da da da daaaa da da da
Ha da da ha ha ha ha
Ha da da da da

I want to break free ~Queen~

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied, I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love yea
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love

It's strange but it's true, hey yea
I can't get over the way you like me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door

Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free

But life still goes on
I can't get used to livin' without livin' without
Livin' without you by my side
I don't want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it on my own

So baby can't you see
I've got to break free
I've got to break free
I want to break free, yea

I want, I want, I want
I want to break free

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Happy Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T09:21:00.001Z

The Parasite (For Buffy) ~Eugene McDaniels~

They landed at Plymouth
with a smile on their face,
they said “We’re your brothers
from a far away place.”
The Indians greeted them
with wide open arms,
too simple minded and trusting
to see through the charms.

Ex-hoodlums and jail birds
with backgrounds of crime,
they had a chance to breathe freely
for the very first time,
to drink cool clear water
from clean mountain streams,
when taken for granted it’s not what it seems.

They landed at Plymouth
with a smile on their face,
they said “We’re your brothers,
from a far away place.”
I know the Indians greeted them
with wide open arms,
too simple minded
to see through the charms.

Slowly but surely
in came the forked the tongue,
to trick those who trusted,
humiliate the young,
they said “Indians are different,
they got to stay in their place,
not pure and holy,
an inferior race.”

They landed at Plymouth
with a smile on their face
they said “We’re your brothers
from a far away place.”
I know the Indians greeted them
with wide open arms,
too simple minded and trusting
to see through the charms.

In came the religions,
the liquor, and the guns,
they claimed to be good guys,
yeah but they acted like huns,
creating chaos, spreading disease,
as agents of god,
they did damn well what they please.

They landed at Plymouth
with a smile on their face,
they said “We’re your brothers
from a far away place.”
The Indians greeted them
with wide open arms,
too simple minded
to see through the charms.

Polluting the water.
god damn, defiling the air.
rewriting the standards
of what’s good, and fair
promote law and order
yeah, just let justice go to hell,
if the laws hard to swallow
use the old wishing well.

Now the suns slowly setting
yes and the Indians are few,
they’ve been murdered and pillaged,
my god, what they’ve been through,
stranded on deserts
where it’s barren and dry,
with bad air and foul water, yeah,
they exist til they die.

They landed at Plymouth
with a smile on their face,
they said “We’re your brothers
from a far away place.”
The Indians greeted them with wide open arms…
(screams of terror…)

More about Eugene McDaniels here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_McDaniels

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I don't wanna get over you

2011-11-14T14:02:00.001Z

Get Over You ~The Undertones~

Get Over You ~The Undertones~
Dressed like that you must be living in a different world
And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls

They stop you in the street - they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone - cause they know your game
Always running up the alley - trying to get home
Or standing on the corner - never alone

And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you - over you

You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell
And the girls where you work don't treat you too well

You think you're such a smacker - but you ain't so bad
Get what you want - with looks like that
Always running up the alley - trying to get home
Or standing on the corner - never alone

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Updates quotes

2011-08-31T18:15:00.001+01:00

I collect quotes that resonate with me for some reason. I put them here. I've just updated my collection.

-“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.” ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~

"Every cell in your bloodstream is less than 28 days old (with the exception of a small number of memory B and T lymphocytes -- part of the adaptive immune system). Even among those persistent memory cells, the individual biomolecules of which they are comprised will be turned over within a period of hours to months.Pretty much all the cells in your body -- except for the central nervous system and some components of the immune system -- are less than a decade old. Even among those that are long-lived, it's a case of George Washington's Axe: two handles and three axe-heads later a case can be made that they're not the same. You are nothing more and nothing less than a copy of yourself." ~Charlie Stross~

- Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day to day living that wears you out."~Anton Chekhov~

- "Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones." ~Marcus Aurelius~

- "Love is being stupid together." ~Paul Valery~

- "From the very depth of my being, I challenge the right of any man or any group of men, in business or in government, to tell a fellow human being that he or she is expendable." ~Jimmy Reid~

- "Health is a characteristic which emerges from living in a fair and civilized society" ~Harry Burns~ (Chief Medical Officer for Scotland)

- "Now the names of these new Distempers are the Strong Fives, the Moon-pall, the Marthambles, and the Hockogrocle. Although the Names, Natures, Symptoms and several cures of these New Diseases are altogther Unknown to our greatest Physicians, and the particular knowledge of them would (if conceal'd) be a vast advantage to the aforesaid person; yet he, well knowing that his country's good is to be prefer'd to his private interest, doth hereby promise all sorts of People, a faithful cure of any or all of the Diseases aforesaid, at as Reasonable Rates as our modern Doctors have for that of any common Distemper. " ~Dr. Tufts~

- "To serve educational needs, without regard to the vulgar irrelevancies of class and income is part of a teacher’s honour." ~R.H. Tawney~

- "Everyone must have two pockets, with a note in each pocket, so that he or she can reach into the one or the other, depending on the need. When feeling lowly and depressed, discouraged or disconsolate, one should reach into the right pocket, and, there, find the words: 'For my sake was the world created.' But when feeling high and mighty one should reach into the left pocket, and find the words: 'I am but dust and ashes.'" ~Simcha Bunim~

- "What does the Lord require of you? Only this: to do justice, to love kindness, to walk humbly with your God." ~Micah 6.8~

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Elder Stubbs Festival: twentieth anniversary

2011-08-22T11:17:00.001+01:00

A brilliant festival, great music, wonderful food, lovely stalls, organised by a outstanding and inclusive group. It all makes me proud to be part of Restore. The team of members, volunteers, and staff who organised the event were excellent, the festival was wonderfully enjoyable, and I remembered, again, why I love my job.

See the full gallery on Posterous

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Goring walk

2011-08-12T16:38:00.001+01:00

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Celebrating Sense Holidays

2011-08-08T22:28:00.001+01:00

The future is made of mistakes! by PhineasX

I've just got back from leading a Sense holiday. Sense, the national deafblind and rubella association, runs a holiday programme for deafblind people and has done for 38 years. Every summer groups deafblind adults / children and volunteers go away for a week together. The majority of holiday makers have a dual sensory impairment and a learning disability, and the majority of volunteers are hearing/sighted and don't have a learning disability - although some holiday makers don't have learning disabilities, and some deafblind people volunteer on Sense holidays. I've been involved with them for thirteen years.

I started volunteering on Sense holidays in 1999 and led my first holiday eleven years ago. I took a year off, when my twins were born, but was unable to stay away. I've canoed down the Thames with deafblind people, gone on roller-coasters, sun-bathed, swam in the sea, slept in a yurt at Broadstairs music festival, recorded CDs, sat up in the night, abseiled, climbed, eaten ice cream, made bread, and learnt about myself through other people.

Sense holidays have been an important part of my life and this week reminded me why. I went away with four deafblind boys (none of whom had been born when I started volunteering with Sense), five volunteers, and a rather decrepit minibus to a holiday cottage in Wiltshire. The ten of us were together for a week and in that time we made picked fruit and made jam, went swimming, went to a theme park, fed animals on a farm, and had a holiday together. Ten people who didn't know each other very much at the start of the week grew to know each other, respect each other, and learn from each other. We had a great time and everyone enjoyed themselves.

We sat round a table and washed raspberries that we'd just picked. We jumped into the swimming pool and laughed. We sat up late and enjoyed ice cream. We went on rides and got wet. We ate slowly. We laughed a lot. Sometimes we got up late - and sometimes early. We rode on ponies and fed lambs. It was sometimes fun, sometimes hard work, and always enjoyable. Everyone did things they liked, at the pace they wanted to, and in the way they wanted.

This doesn't just happen - it's supported and made possible by an effective and efficient back office team and by a tremendous amount of paperwork. I know I wrote about thirty different risk assessments, a detailed holiday plan, and a load of budget and medication records. Every volunteer is police checked and trained, leaders are also checked, trained, and supported. Volunteering and amateurism are not an excuse for laziness or for not properly preparing. Volunteering and the big society aren't free, and don't happen without a significant investment of time and effort.

It's also important to say that volunteering and Sense holidays aren't a replacement for decent respite, adequate benefits, trained specialist staff, good quality social care, and all of the things that create a decent just society for deafblind people.

Sense holidays are something different. Two groups of people - volunteers and holidaymakers come together and learn from each others ignorance. We explicitly aren't professionals, we aren't the experts and we don't know the "right" things to do. Deafblind people with learning difficulties, like many people with complex multiple disabilities, are often supported by an array of professionals with extensive experience and great skill at creating programmes to help people learn and develop. This is undeniably a good thing, but an effective programme is not a life. Messiness, complexity, enthusiasm, and mistakes are part of life. Volunteers make this possible. Intelligent, capable, people who are not experts, are not professionals, are not working, but are committed, are positive, are trying their best, and are led by the experts - deafblind people.

Holidays aren't, and shouldn't be, the whole of anyones life - they are moments of intensity, of difference, of exploration. Sense holidays have done this for me and I hope I've made this possible for some of the people on holidays I've led.

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Thank you Ruth

2011-07-29T07:44:00.001+01:00

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In the park

2011-07-29T01:08:00.001+01:00

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all bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from mars

2011-07-26T18:15:00.001+01:00

Hello (Turn Your Radio On) ~Shakespears Sister~

Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars
all bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from mars
and as I stumbled through last nights drunken debris
the paperboy screamed out the headlines in the street
another war and now the pound is looking weak
and tell me have you read about the latest freak?
We’re bingo numbers and our names are obsolete
why do I feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet

Hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song
la la la life is a strange thing
just when you think you learned how to use it
it's gone

Woke up this morning and my head was in a daze
a brave new world has dawned upon the human race
where words are meaningless and everything's surreal
gonna have to reach my friends to find out how I feel
and if I taste the honey is it really sweet
and do I eat it with my hands or with my feet?
does anybody really listen when I speak
or will I have to say it all again next week

Hello, hello, turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song
hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
tell me what went wrong

la la la life is a strange thing
life is a strange thing
hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song
la la la life is a strange thing
just when you think you learned how to use it
it's gone

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Blueberries for pudding

2011-07-22T20:45:00.001+01:00

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Sun, garden, daughter

2011-07-11T23:05:00.001+01:00

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At the away day

2011-07-08T17:52:00.001+01:00

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Beehouse

2011-07-02T15:54:00.001+01:00

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Beehive Summer Fair

2011-07-02T14:30:00.001+01:00

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Sunset

2011-07-01T21:43:00.001+01:00

Taken at The Isis Farmhouse

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And the pain he'd been holding inside for so long just fell from his heart as a song.

2011-06-28T20:32:00.001+01:00

No telling ~Linda Thompson~

As she started to sing for the very last time,
He trembled as he stood there alone.
And the pain he'd been holding inside for so long
Just fell from his heart as a song.
It was only a love song, simple and clear
And he bowed as it shook him with every last tear.
And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear.
No telling what a love song will do.

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Messing about on the river

2011-06-26T13:54:00.001+01:00

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Blistered hearts when we’re apart

2011-06-24T17:11:00.001+01:00

Bloated, Blistered, Aching Heart ~Emily Barker~

Your bloated heart my love
Bleeds into mine
Your bloated heart my love
Beats with mine
O’er the roughest seas, o’er mountains steep
All over the roughest seas

Got an aching heart babe
That won’t keep quiet
Got a behind bars heart babe
Especially in the night
Oh navigate me dear
Take me to the clearing
Navigate me dear

We’ve got blistered hearts
Where we’re apart
Blistered hearts
When we’re apart
Through every hour of every day
All the hours and all the days

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I see your hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush, and I call to you, I call to you

2011-06-23T12:54:00.001+01:00

Ain't No Cure For Love ~Leonard Cohen~

I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It don't matter how it all went wrong
That don't change the way I feel
And I can't believe that time's
Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love
I'm aching for you baby
I can't pretend I'm not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit
And I'll never get enough
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink no drug
(Ah tell them, angels)
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love

I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I don't call soft enough
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much
It's written in the scriptures
It's written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love

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Do not choose a coward's explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect

2011-06-22T11:54:00.001+01:00

As one long prepared, and graced with courage, as is right for you who proved worthy of this kind of city,

Adapted from The God Abandons Antony by Constantine P. Cavafy

Alexandra Leaving ~Leonard Cohen~

Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The god of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.

It's not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust -
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored -
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked -
Do not choose a coward's explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed -
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_God_Abandons_Antony

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Fathers Day activities

2011-06-19T20:24:00.001+01:00

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Ruth kneading bread

2011-06-12T12:36:00.001+01:00

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Willow hurdle at Elder Stubbs

2011-06-10T14:10:00.001+01:00

Taken at Elder Stubbs

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It has rained and now everything is bright and clean

2011-06-07T18:15:00.001+01:00

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Hooray for amazon (and the fact I can listen to music at work)

2011-06-07T10:10:00.001+01:00

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Fourteen (with birthday present)

2011-06-04T23:05:00.001+01:00

Taken at Home

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I hope you don’t know how fast you make my heart beat

2011-06-03T17:44:00.001+01:00

A Little Love ~Meaghan Smith~

Here I go again
Smiling too sweet
Can’t seem to hold it in
Every time that we meet
I get this rosy glow
And weak in the knees
I hope you don’t know how fast
you make my heart beat

I’m in a little love
And I’m in a little deep
Though I’ll never say a word
It’s a secret my heart can’t keep

Keep my feet upon the ground
Whenever you are near
But my head is in the clouds
While the rest of me is….

Here I go again
Smiling too sweet
It seems that my heart
Has finally gone and told on me

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Now that's what I call fundraising (and it's worked)

2011-05-28T14:31:00.001+01:00

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A princess with a magic fishbone

2011-05-25T18:47:00.001+01:00

Taken at Church Cowley St James

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Sun and moor

2011-05-22T10:36:00.001+01:00

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everyone must breathe until their dying breath

2011-05-09T19:22:00.001+01:00

On the radio ~Regina Spektor~

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

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everyone must breathe until their dying breath

2011-05-09T18:30:00.001+01:00

On the radio ~Regina Spektor~

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

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to fall in love with you is to fall from a great a...

2011-05-02T18:30:00.001+01:00

Iowa ~Dar Williams~

I've never had a way with women
But the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could
And I've never found a way to say I love you
But if the chance came by, oh I, I would
But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother
We never make our passions other people's concern
And we walk in the world of safe people
And at night we walk into our houses and burn

Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh, Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-I, Iowa

How I long to fall just a little bit
To dance out of the lines and stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
Is to fall from a great and gruesome height
So I asked a friend about it on a bad day, her husband had just
Left her, and she sat down in the chair he left behind
She said, "What is love, where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."

Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh, Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-I, Iowa

Once I had everything, I gave it up
For the shoulder of your driveway and the words I never felt
And so for you, I came this far across the tracks
Ten miles above the limit and with no seat belt, and I'd do it again
For tonight I went running through the screen doors of discretion
For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa and
You were not thinking of me

Oh-ah-a- ah-a Iowa

Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh, Iowa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-I, Iowa

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May morning

2011-05-01T10:26:00.001+01:00

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Black dogs nip on at my heels

2011-04-29T18:52:00.001+01:00

Swing Low Sail High ~The Wailin' Jennys~

The One Who Knows ~Dar Williams~

The One Who Knows ~Dar Williams~
Time it was I had a dream
You're the dream come true
If I had the world to give
I'd give it all to you

I'll take you to the mountains
I will take you to the sea
I'll show you how this life became
A miracle to me

You'll fly away
But take my hand until that day
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done
You'll be the one who knows

All the things you treasure most
Will be the hardest ones
I will watch you struggle on
Before the answers come

But I won't make it harder
I'll be there to cheer you on
I'll shine the light that guides you down
The road you're walking on

You'll fly away
But take my hand until that day
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done
You'll be the one who knows

Before the mountains call to you
Before you leave this home
I want to teach your heart to trust
As I will teach my own

But sometimes I will ask the moon
Where it shined upon you last
And shake my head and laugh and say
It all went by so fast

You'll fly away
But take my hand until that day
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done
You'll be the one who knows

Swing Low Sail High ~The Wailin' Jennys~
I have failed you, I have failed you
I have lost my way, lost my nerve, and failed you
But I love you, how I love you
I have turned my back, left you, alas, but I love you

Oh settin’ sun don’t sink before I’ve found my heart
Heart don’t give up now while there’s still time
Time don’t beat your old retreat
Stay a little while with me
‘til I’ve looked the whole thing in the eye

I have waited, I have waited
For the big reveal, even keel, I have waited.
But there’s no one who makes it all come true,
Just altars gathering dust while we felt too bad.

Oh night, bring all your shadows and your silence
Silence make a hostage of my mind
Mind bring on your trickery
Black dogs nip on at my heels
‘til I’ve looked the whole thing in the eye

Swing low
Sail high
Swing low
Sail high

I have failed you, I have failed you
I’ve closed my heart and I have failed you
But I love you, how I love you
All my days were rearranged to say I love you

Oh, setting sun don’t weep for all the things you lose
Morning comes as sure as it must die
Dying is such mystery, yet I wonder will it be
when I’ve looked the whole thing in the eye

Swing low
Sail high
Swing low
Sail high

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Black dogs nip on at my heels

2011-04-29T18:50:00.001+01:00