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Whether you're twenty and starting in life
Whether to thirty you've grown
Whether to forty, a husband or wife
Whether you're fifty, a Darby or Joan
There's one thing certain that you'll have to own
Love is the sweetest thing
What else on earth could ever bring
Such happiness to everything
Than love's old story
Love is the strangest thing
No song of birds upon the wing
Shall in our hearts more sweetly sing
Than love's old story
What ever hearts may desire
What ever fate may send
This is the tale that never will tire
This is the song without end
Love is the the greatest thing
The oldest yet the latest thing
I only hope that fate may bring
Love's story to you
Love is the sweetest thing
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« Reply #16 on: 11:18:10, 20-06-2007 » |
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When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again
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« Reply #17 on: 11:29:39, 20-06-2007 » |
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Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction
Waiting for our sight
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance
Further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Well I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #18 on: 12:21:33, 20-06-2007 » |
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Sorry if this lowers the tone  Radio - radio I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly Radio So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new ? Radio, someone still loves you We watch the shows - we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years Let's hope you never leave old friend Like all good things on you we depend So stick around 'cos we might miss you When we grow tired of all this visual You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new ? Someone still loves you Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga) You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio |
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« Reply #19 on: 12:32:58, 20-06-2007 » |
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What was that about lowering the tone, Tim?  I heard you on the wireless back in '52 Lying awake intent at tuning in on you If I was young it didn't stop you coming through Oh-a oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine and new technology And now I understand the problems you can see Oh-a oh I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh You were the first one Oh-a oh You were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far Oh-a oh Oh-a oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR You are a radio star You are a radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star (You are a radio star)
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« Reply #20 on: 12:48:59, 20-06-2007 » |
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Ohh
Up every evening bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
Hes quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlon
She saw my t v c one five, and then babys gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my t v c one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, shes my main feature
My t v c one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
Well spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
My babys in there someplace, loves rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
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Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
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« Reply #21 on: 15:33:14, 20-06-2007 » |
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Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all we've got
Five years
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« Reply #22 on: 16:49:39, 20-06-2007 » |
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Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders from Mars. he played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the Spiders while the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?  |
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« Reply #23 on: 22:38:09, 20-06-2007 » |
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I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
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« Reply #24 on: 22:50:32, 20-06-2007 » |
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I loves you, porgy,
Dont let him take me
Dont let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
And Ill be glad
Yes I loves you, porgy,
Dont let him take me
Dont let him handle me
With his hot hands
If you can keep me
I wants to stay here with you forever
Ive got my man
I loves you, porgy,
Dont let him take me
Dont let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
Ive got my man
Someday I know hes coming to call me
Hes going to handle me and hold me
So, it going to be like dying, porgy
When he calls me
But when he comes I know Ill have to go
I loves you, porgy,
Dont let him take me
Honey, dont let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
Ive got my man
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« Reply #25 on: 00:20:23, 21-06-2007 » |
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I woke up this morning with a awful aching head I woke up this morning with a awful aching head My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day He's got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath away Lord he's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou He's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou From the way she's raving, she must have gone and tried it too When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right He came home one evening with his beret way up high He came home one evening with his beret way up high What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry He give me a lesson that I never had before He give me a lesson that I never had before When he got to teachin' me, from my elbow down was sore He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot When you git good lovin', never go and spread the news Yes he'll doublecross you, and leave you with them empty bed blues Bessie Smith  |
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« Reply #26 on: 09:54:25, 21-06-2007 » |
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Billie Holiday
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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« Reply #27 on: 00:46:03, 22-06-2007 » |
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Can it be the trees
That fill the breeze
With rare and magic perfume?
Oh no, it isn't the trees
It's love in bloom.
Can it be the spring
That seems to bring
The stars right into my room
Oh no, it isn't the spring
Its love in bloom.
My heart was a desert
You planted a seed
And this is the flower
This hour of sweet fullfillment.
Is it all a dream, a joy supreme
That came to us in the gloom?
You know it isn't a dream
It's love in bloom.
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« Reply #28 on: 16:34:02, 22-06-2007 » |
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Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
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« Reply #29 on: 20:36:32, 22-06-2007 » |
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We're the best partners this world's ever seen,
Together as close as can be.
Sometimes it's hard to find time in between,
To tell you what you are to me.
You are the rose of my heart,
You are the love of my life.
A flower not fading nor falling apart,
If you're tired, rest your head on my arm.
Rose of my heart.
When sorrow holds you in her arms of clay,
It's rain drops that fall from your eyes.
Your smile's like the sun come to earth for a day,
You brighten my blackest of skies.
You are the rose of my heart,
You are the love of my life.
A flower not fading nor falling apart,
If you're cold, let my love make you warm.
Rose of my heart.
So hard times or easy times, what do I care,
There's nothing I'd change if I could.
The tears and the laughter are things that we share,
Your hand in mine makes all times good.
You are the rose of my heart,
You are the love of my life.
A flower not fading nor falling apart,
You're my harbor in life's restless storm.Rose of my heart.
Rose of my heart.
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