*Roads*.. (lyrics)
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Posted:Oct 31, 2005 11:07 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2013 6:09 am 2523 Views
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1 ) there's a road that wanders by my window ,and it traces the edges of my life...every moment I have wandered, how I've laughed and how I've cryed.. (chorus)...*ROADS*, look me up and look me down....... take me all around.... lead me on.........and take me home !...2).. there's a bend in my road,where I love to spend my time... and..just watch the weary wanders,and the faces passing by..(chours) ,my ROAD..look me up,look me down..take me all around...lead me on and take me home ..(*bridge*)..there's a candle in the window..that illuminates the bend..and helps those traveling faces,that might pass my way again !!!! ...3)..when my time is over ?...and..and I rest where I lie .... lay me down by the bend in my road...to watch the faces passing by...(chorus)..my *ROAD*...look me up,look me down...take me all around....lead me on and take me home..... lead me on and take me home*.......................*take me home* !
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the Bells of St. Mary s
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Posted:Sep 24, 2005 11:16 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2009 5:30 am 2596 Views
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When the Bells of St. Mary's are heard everywhere.......there'll be peace on this land,and ...love in the air.........With no need for soldiers,and no need for war.........when the bells of St.Mary's...........are heard 'round the world .
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lines,and lyrics (a walk thru the attic of my memories)
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Posted:Sep 14, 2005 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2014 12:45 pm 2564 Views
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Lines and lyrics,sonnets and songs...melodies,and memories and ryhmes I have found ! ... old photographs,now yellowed with age..broken down toys that are chipped and frayed...crumbled movie tickets,torn hiway maps...gifts that were given but,still left in wrap.... worn tennis shoes,that run no more..innocents
discarded,and left on the floor.... moments remembered now withered in wood...will never know if we couldn't or could ! ..*cause lies of language,lies of love and lust...are left in cobwebs, they're left in dark and dust*...now.....lines and lyrics ,sonnets and songs...melodies , memories and ryhmes I have found...an old love letter on a tear stained page.....and it *all* recalls.................................................................................................................................................................................. .............................................. she went away
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to *all* the southern belles... *blush*..my weakness..*sigh*
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Posted:Sep 4, 2005 11:10 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2011 6:05 am 3529 Views
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1) when the days grow long and bitter,and the northern winds blow cold..and the ice hangs low and often,at the edges of my door...MY thoughts turn to the southern ways were the ladies never tell,my heart longs for a moment,with a sweet soft southern belle ! ... 2) when the *white* lays sooooo heavy ,and deep upon the hills,while the world turns so gray,lifeless and still... my thoughts they lay frozen where they withered and they fell...patiently I wait,for my sweet soft southern belle...(chours)..SOUTHERN belle... I know you loved me as well...as the dogwoods that bloom down thru the dells..come kiss me now..my southern belle ..3)..so when the world remembers the moments of our time..my mind is filled with pictures..thoughts .. words... and rhymes..my heart turns to the southern ways ,where the lady never tells....my heart longs for a moment with a sweet soft southern belle..(chorus)..southern belle..you know I loved you as well..more than my simple words can tell...touch me now...dear southern belle..*blush*...*sigh*
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Good Morning ! # 2
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Posted:Sep 3, 2005 6:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2018 5:09 pm 2640 Views
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There's a troubled cloud,that holds the shroud of an early morning rain....just enought to chase the night,and clean the coming day....so a song bird starts to scold the cold morning mist....and..her song lays so lightly down...like an early morning kiss *sigh*..GOOD MORNING ...stirs across a dusty road...GOOD MORNING ..another day,so I am told...give me one more moment yawning..and ..another minutes peace....don't you know that you can keep this day away.......and let the weary workman sleep !
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Good Morning !
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Posted:Aug 22, 2005 6:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2016 8:40 pm 2607 Views
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There's a charcoal sky,stirring wide,in the early morning gray ! ...and...it holds its weathered promise,at the coming of the day ! ..then it moves too fast,for this won't last ,from its birthplace in the east !..and it tucks away every morning star,to another slumbered sleep ! .."GOOD MORNING " stirs across a dusty sky...."GOOD MORNING "..to the night it waves goodbye....give me one more moment yawning...and another minutes peace...........don't you know that you can keep this day away.......................and let the weary workman sleep...(yawnnnnnnnnn)...lol lol
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..late night conversations..on the telephone !
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Posted:Aug 14, 2005 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2006 2:29 am 2865 Views
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1 )I am but a loner,I go my own way...seeing things differntly,and living day to day !.. but the greatest pleasure that I get ,when I'm all alone,is a late night conversation,on the telephone.. ! .2)..The pretty ladies always put a sparkle in my eye..I long to still be with them,when the day turns into night...but the best laid plans somehow,are always left alone..so it's latenight conversations,on the telephone..(chorus)..I love a late night converstaion with the ladies if you please... to see what they think about,and have up their sleeve! ...I tell you from experience,advice to you from me...in the dark you find..a ladies mind..is a SCARY place to be )..(*grin*lol lol )....So when it rings late at night, you find it's only me...throw away those chains and binds,let those thougts flow free...I'm not looking for a lover,I'm not looking for a home...just a late night conversation,on the telephone...(chorus)..I love a latenight conversation,with the ladies if you please...to see what they think about ,and have up their sleeve...Their logic seems to make the sense of talking with a stone..but..that's late night conversations..on the telephone...*lol lol*...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm just you and me in the evening hours....on the telephone...*wink*
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........Goodnight.......
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Posted:Aug 14, 2005 1:20 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2016 8:41 pm 2724 Views
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.(.Nighttime comes to me,just to be a friend...it surrounds me ,and gently,holds me in its hand...the silence that blankets me ,seems to be a roar...but..out of the night,you touch my hand..and my troubles are nomore.).(.Though we've talked for hours,I don't know what to do..cause nights like these,and hobos dreams,never quite come true...the night will hold the secrets,in the light of a different day...so the only thing that questions me...are the words I need to say ..)..) Still,being in this magic,it all seems so right,to lie here and sail away,on a dreamers nighttime flight...the uncertainty and mistrusting ,all seem to fold...when your kiss so tendely given,is the sweetest thing I have known..)..(So not a word is spoken,you understand it all...my uneasyiness in knowing ,if you climb too high,you fall...then your words so quietly spoken,as soft as a baby's sigh..draws me into another world..with my gentle reply.....goodnight...).. dream *of* tomorrow..the day is done today....dream *for* tomorrow..and let me drift....sooooo slowly...... away..
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Summer days /Summer nights
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Posted:Aug 14, 2005 12:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2015 12:34 am 2595 Views
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(1)Summer days,Summer nights,with nothing much to do...days so hot they could broil a steak,gives way to an evening cool...lying by the water,at the old fishing hole..and a wish for the worlds possesions,would bring a new fishing pole...(2) kicking a can down an old dirt road,with the sun on my back..a beat red face,a freckled nose,and a torn old straw hat ! ..(Chorus)..Days like this remind me ,of the way it use to be...Days full of dreams,of the things that I could be....at times I lose myself ,and I try with all my might...to go back to those days of Summer days......... ..and.. Summer nights.)... (3)Nights were made of velvet,for holding childhood dreams,hide-n-seek come find me,but the old oak tree is free..(chorus)..Nights like this remind me, of the way it use to be...Nights full of dreams ,of the things I could be...at time I lose myself..and I try with all my might....to go back to those days of Summerdays.............and.........Summer nights
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Doesn't anybody want to love no more ?..(lyrics)
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Posted:Aug 9, 2005 4:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2015 4:22 pm 2961 Views
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Do sailboats today,still skim,moonlight bay ?..do lovers still walk hand in hand ?.. When they talk thru the night,do they hold each other tight ? Is the lady *still* romanced by her man ??..Does the man in the moon,still croon old love tunes,to lovers who walk there below ?..by the street lamp do the kiss ? Do they walk in the mist ? like we see on the late,late,show ??...Does he walk her in the park ,till long after dark ?..Does he bring her flowers ,some days ??..is there ever a blush,at times he tries to touch ? When he leaves,does she wish he would stay ?................................. Does any body wonder,like me ?...why it is romance ,use to be ?...has it been forever swept from the floor ?..................................................................................................doesn't anybody want to love no more (?)....
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