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Post by Iñakink on Jan 12, 2009 3:52:50 GMT -5
And for George Harrison I see!
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Post by franklima on Jan 12, 2009 9:57:45 GMT -5
Yes, I loved or make that love cuase I still do, George...!
" It's all too much It's all too much
When I look into your eyes Your love is there for me And the more I go inside The more there is to see
It's all too much for me to take A love that's shining all around you Ev'rywhere it's what you make For us to take, it's all too much
Floating down the stream of time From life to life with me Makes no difference where you are Or where you'd like to be
It's all too much for me to take A love that's shining all around you All the world is birthday cake So take a piece, but not too much
Sail me on a silver sun Where I know that I'm free Show me that I'm ev'rywhere And get me home for tea
It's all too much for me to see A love that's shining all around here The more I learn, the less I know And what I do is all too much
It's all too much for me to take A love that's shining all around you Ev'rywhere it's what you make For us to take, it's all too much
It's too much It's too much
With your long, blonde hair And your eyes of blue With your long, blonde hair And your eyes of blue You're too much, [...]
Too much, too much
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Post by franklima on Jan 13, 2009 18:54:48 GMT -5
Inaki should appreciate this, it may be my favorite song from this band!
" Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion
There is only one who means more than all to me And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone
Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day But now I find that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun
Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion "
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Post by Iñakink on Jan 14, 2009 7:30:27 GMT -5
I'm not sure if it's my favourite or not but yes, I appreciate it!
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Post by Iñakink on Jan 14, 2009 14:40:17 GMT -5
Our dear Ray - Against The Tide:
We are men of destiny, our fates amalgamated in one Comrades against adversity, heading for the setting sun But all about us there are doubters who'll cheer us when the battle is won They said it could never be, said that it could never be done
We're against the tide, with the wind in our face With the Great Divide and a goal to chase And if I don't survive, will you stay on the case And will you testify in my place?
So bring on the storm And bring on the rain When we're against the tide That's the time when we're on the top of our game
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Post by franklima on Jan 15, 2009 9:46:18 GMT -5
" How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing? How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn? How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of? Oh no, oh no How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling? How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel? How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied? Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long And you got to be so strong And the world is so tough Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can I give love when I don't know what it is I'm giving? How can I give love when I just don't know how to give? How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had? Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long You've got to be so strong And the world she is tough Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can we go forward when we don't know which way we're facing? How can we go forward when we don't know which way to turn? How can we go forward into something we're not sure of? Oh no, oh no "
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Post by complicatedlife on Jan 15, 2009 14:47:10 GMT -5
Keith Reid, the lyricist for Procol Harum, at times can he rather morbid. And at other times he's downright comical. But like Ray, he's always on top of his game. Souvenir of London: Bought a souvenir in London Got to hide it from my mom Can't declare it at the Customs But I'll have to take it home Tried to keep it confidential But the news is leaking out Got a souvenir in London There's a lot of it about Yes, I found a bit of London I'd like to lose it quick Got to show it to my doctor 'Cause it isn't going to shrink Want to keep it confidential But the truth is leaking out Got a souvenir in London There's a lot of it about fr.youtube.com/watch?v=QMsh9YyV224
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Post by franklima on Jan 15, 2009 17:25:54 GMT -5
Note to myself don't die..by Ryan Adams I'm as blue, I'm as blue as the ocean is true Just reflections of the sky I'm as cold, I'm as cold as stories are told But never sick enough to die Note to self: don't change for anyone Note to self: don't die Note to self: don't change for anyone Don't change, just lie I'm as sick, I'm as crass, as the things in your past Wish that you could let 'em go Caged birds, caged animals starvin' for class [ ] in your house when you're alone Note to self: don't die for anyone Note to self: don't die Note to self: don't change for anyone Don't change, just lie Who do you call, who do you call, who do you [ ] (nobody baby) Who do you want to be, figure out and just let me know (nobody baby) Just let me go (Don't change, don't change, don't change)
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Post by Iñakink on Jan 16, 2009 3:16:19 GMT -5
Keith Reid, the lyricist for Procol Harum, at times can he rather morbid. And at other times he's downright comical. But like Ray, he's always on top of his game. Love Procol Harum but I had never heard this song. Thanks!
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Post by nicola6 on Jan 16, 2009 12:17:20 GMT -5
I Need Love by Sam Phillips
left my conscience like a crying child Locked the door behind me put the pain on file Broken like a window I see my blindness now
And I need love not some sentimental prison I need god not the political church I need fire to melt frozen sleet inside me I need love
Driving into town tired and depressed Like a flare a street light burst and SOS Peace comes to my rescue And I don't know what it means
And I need love not some sentimental prison I need god not the political church I need fire to melt frozen sleet inside me I need love
Broken like a window I see my blindness now
And I need love not some sentimental prison I need god not the political church I need fire to melt frozen sleet inside me I need love I need love I need love
I need love
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Post by complicatedlife on Jan 16, 2009 13:51:08 GMT -5
Keith Reid, the lyricist for Procol Harum, at times can he rather morbid. And at other times he's downright comical. But like Ray, he's always on top of his game. Love Procol Harum but I had never heard this song. Thanks! Your Welcome Sir! It's on their "Grand Hotel" LP Another PH favorite of mine is "The Milk of Human Kindness" from "A Salty Dog" LP. B.J Wilson (RIP) was/is my fave rock drummer... When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had did you think that it might be time to stop? When you knew that I was through that I'd done all I could do did you really have to milk the final drop? Not content with my mistake you behaved just like a snake and you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all my friends back home that I did it on my own and that to their well-worn cares they should cling When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had did you feel you had to break that lonely vow? When you knew that I was through that I'd done all I could do did you really have to sow that final plough? Not content with my mistake, you behaved just like a snake and you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all the folks back home that he did it on his own and that to their well-worn cares they should cling. fr.youtube.com/watch?v=vZZ-YE5m0HY
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Post by franklima on Jan 16, 2009 18:39:04 GMT -5
almost 4 decades have past since this song first came out and it has not lost one bit of it's impact to me...in fact it may get more powerful with time like most of Ray's lyrics do! As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool, Till you're so f**king crazy you can't follow their rules, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years, Then they expect you to pick a career, When you can't really function you're so full of fear, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV, And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still f**king peasents as far as I can see, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling you still, But first you must learn how to smile as you kill, If you want to be like the folks on the hill, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be. If you want to be a hero well just follow me, If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
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Post by HollyH on Jan 17, 2009 18:08:08 GMT -5
That truly is a great song.
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Post by mrlennie on Jan 18, 2009 1:01:25 GMT -5
Mine also
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Post by franklima on Jan 18, 2009 1:37:16 GMT -5
When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer… Petition the Lord with prayer… Petition the Lord with prayer… You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide, A place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door.
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled — One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn. One is a bandit up in the hills, One is to love your neighbor till His wife gets home.
Catacombs, Nursery bones, Winter women Growing stones, Carrying babies To the river; Streets and shoes, Avenues, Leather riders Selling news, The monk bought Lunch.
He he he, he bought a little. Yes, he did Woo!
This is the best part of the trip. This is the trip, the best part I really like it.
What'd he say? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!
Successful hills are here to stay, Everything must be this way. Gentle streets where people play, Welcome to the Soft Parade.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave. “Must be something else”, we say “Somehow to defend this place.” Everything must be this way, Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!
The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum. People out to have some fun, Cobra on my left, Leopard on my right, yeah.
Deer woman in a silk dress, Girls with beads around their necks, Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night.
Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter, The radio is moaning, Calling to the dogs. There are still a few animals Left out in the yard, But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed.
Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure, What got us this far, To this mild equator? We need someone or something new, Something else to get us through, yeah. C'mon!
1st voice 2nd voice 3rd voice Callin' on the dogs, Callin' on the dogs, But it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs, Callin' in the dogs, Callin' on the dogs, Callin' on the gods. You gotta Meet me Too late, baby! Shoot a few animals àt the crossroads Too late! let out in the yard. But it's getting harder Whoa! Gotta meet me You’ve done great, hey! at the edge of town, Having a good time. You’d better come along outskirts of the city Let’s fun! Just you and I and the evening sky. We are so alone. Better bring your gun You’d better come along. You’d better bring your gun. We’re gonna have some fun! Tropic corridor Tropic treasure. “When all else fails, We can whip the horse's Eyes and make them sleep and cry.”
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