Lincoln Duncan
Couple in the next rooms bound to win a prize
Cause theyve been going at it all night long
And Im trying to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
And lincoln duncan is my name
And heres my song
And heres my song
My father was a fisherman my mom a fishermans friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
When I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
And i, I headed down the turnpike
For new england
Sweet new england
Had holes in my confidence
And holes in the knees of my jeans
And I was left without a penny in my pocket
And ew-whee I was desitute as a girl could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
Id surely hock it
I met a young girl in the parking lot
She was preaching to the crowd
By singing sacred songs and reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the penticost
And I seen that girl as a road to my survival
Later on the very same night
She crept to my tent with a flashlight
And these long years of innocence ended
Took me to the woods
I said her comes something that feels so good
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
I said what a night
What a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was lying under the stars just playing my guitar
But I was thanking the lord for my fingers
For my fingers
I know I know I know I know
I know I know
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Duncan
Words & music by paul simon
Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
Theyve been goin at it all night long
Well Im tryin to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And heres my song, heres my song
My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fishermans friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
Its left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee is about as
Destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
So I could hock it Id like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singin sacred songs and
Reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival
Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods sayin
Here comes somethin and it feels so good!
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thankin the lord for my fingers
For my fingers
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Please Don't Take The Girl
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
When he was 8 years old
A little girl came thru the front gate, holding a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, he said we can't leave her behind
Son i know you don't want her to go, but someday you'll change your mind
And johnny said
Take Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thomson
Take my best friend Bo
take any body that u want as long as she don’t go
take any boy in the world
daddy please don’t take the girl
Same old boy same sweet girl
10 years down the road
he held her tight and kissed her lips in front of the picture show
stranger came and pulled a gun
grabbed her by the arm
said if you do what I tell you to there wont be any harm
and Johnny said
take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
heres the watch that my grandpa gave me
heres the key to my car, mister give it a whirl
But please don’t take the girl
Same old boy same sweet girl
5 years down the road
Theres going to be a little one
and she says it’s time to go
The doctor says the babies fine
but you’ll have to leave
cause his mommas fading fast
and Johnny hit his knees and there he rayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God please don’t take the girl
Johnnys daddy was taken him fishing when he was eight years old
She Believes In Me
She believes in me
(steve gibb)
While she lays sleeping, I stay out late at night and play my songs
And sometimes all the nights can be so long
And its good when I finally make it home, all alone
While she lays dreaming, I try to get undressed without the light
And quietly she says how was your night?
And I come to her and say, it was all right, and I hold her tight
And she believes in me, Ill never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
With my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
I will find a way, find a way...
While she lays waiting, I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old guitar in the night
Just waiting for me like a secret friend, and theres no end
While she lays crying, I fumble with a melody or two
And Im torn between the things that I should do
And she says to wake her up when I am through,
God her love is true...
And she believes in me, Ill never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
With my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
I will find a way, while she waits... while she waits for me!
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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When I Was A Young Girl
(A Song of Old Ballads)
WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!
When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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Let The Day Begin
Released on cd single have I told you lately, 1993
(michael been)
Heres to the babies in a brandnew world
Heres to the beauty and the stars
Heres to the travellers on open road
Heres to the dreamers in the bars
Heres to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Heres to the workers in the field
Heres to the preachers of the sacred world
Heres to the drivers on the wheel
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, (let) the day begin, ha
Heres to the winners of the human race
Heres to the losers in the game
Heres to the soldiers of the bitter war
Heres to the war that bears their name
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, the day begin, the day ( )
Heres to the doctors in the healing world
Heres to the loved ones in their care
Heres to the strangers on the streets tonight
Heres to the lonely everywhere
Heres to the wisdom from ( )
Heres to the lions in their cage
Heres to the struggle of the ( )
Heres to the clothing of the age
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day, oh yeah
Now let the day begin, oh yeah
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day, ( )
Oh yeah
Yeah
Come on
Come on
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Girl in my guitar
she comes to me every night into my dreams, .. the same as the night be-fore
dressed up she dances and sings all here words to me so presish and sweet
she is the one I adore...
i wake from the dream with her there laying sound asleep like the every night before
i know when she sleeps she can tell thats shes next to me as she pulls her self closer
inside of my arms
oh love you are my girl.....
forever you have my heart
for as long as were on this world...
you 'll be the girl in my guitar
no matter how long apart...
no matter just where you are....
your the best that i've had by far.....
ohhh the girl in my guitar.....
the girl in my guitar
(VERSE 2)
she lights up a room like a the the sun reflecting off the moon.. like a lantern that burns
inside
shes the furnace that warms all the cold that i 've felt before the feelings she create for
me it's so hard to hide
her sweet supple lips to her goosebump-giving fingertips keeps the spark that we share
alive..
her silk flowing hair to the sexy little things she wears...keeps me excited til the
moment she arrives
(CHORUS B)
ohh love you are my girl....
forever you have my heart.....
as long as were on this world, ..
you'll be the girl in my guitar...
no matter how long apart...
no matter where you are...
your the best that i've had by far....
ohhh the girl in my guitar...
the girl in my guitar
(VERSE 3)
the love that we share and the way that she shows she cares it's never been shown
before
like an angel above she has showered me with endless love shes my drug of choice
she keeps me coming back for more
i'll sing her her song as she lays there she'll sing along... with every word i say..
as two melt to one all my defenses all overcome for we'll be together forever never
been this sure
(CHORUS 3)
ohh love you are my girl....
forever you have my heart.....
as long as were on this world, ..
you'll be the girl in my guitar...
no matter how long apart...
no matter where you are...
your the best that i've had by far....
ohhh the girl in my guitar...
the girl in my guitar
the girl in my guitar...
poem by Michael Murphy
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Home Of The Brave
Heres to johnny with his jo
And mickeys got a wife
And heres to jerry
He has got his joyce
And me, Im shaking
In my boots tonight
For the daughters and the sons
Lost in the home of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to frank hit in some bar
In picturesque brooklyn heights
And heres to a friend who jumped in front of a train
At seven oclock one night
And another friend who thinks he lacks worth
Has disappeared from sight
Somewhere in the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
The stars are hiding in their clouds
The street lights are too bright
A mans kicking a woman
Whos clutching his leg tight
And I think suddenly of you
And blink my eyes in fright
And rush off to the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life that is saved
Heres to the home of the brave
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die some
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die
In the home of the brave
Home of the brave
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Daddy's Lil Girl No More
look at me and tell me who you see
is it the girl i am
or the girl i used to be
you say i'm still your lil girl
well can't you see
i'm no longer her
i havent been
and can never be again
the girl i once was
she disappeared
faded away at such a young age
the lil girl she was
it all ended so soon
forcing her to grow up
faster than she should have
can't you see
the lil girl i used to be
she died the night this never ending war began
the war of a daughter and a father
you started this all
when i was just a lil girl
you cannot see her anymore
but here you are
still believing i'm the same
daddy's lil girl
you cannot see the pain you caused
the tears you made shed
you cannot see your lil girl
fore she is dead
you left me as this girl i am now
hurt and scared
rough around the edge
now look at me and tell me who you see
is it the girl i am
or the one i used to be
poem by Heather Huff
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A Choosen Song
Leaving cheeky girl in Borneo junggle
Took a palm tree seed along to isolated island
Savu island, my empty soul to be heal
Facing brilliant sun set in the horizon
Misery told to a light black nice girl
With a bright eyes and sweet smile
Heart beat harder, face to face so close
Tempted lips full of jokes make my days
Play a guitar skilfully singing a song
Oo nawani tana ee, li ta b'ole ballo *)
I send the song to my parent home
But they preferred sing chosen song
Situmorang - Situmorang
My passion grows like a brighter sun
A red roses start to blossom
But soon whiter by old cultures
By chosen uncle girl, Situmorang
Her fingers still play the guitar
Drink lontar brem while sing duo
Her gaze never left my eyes, asking
Should I choose Savu or Batak song
*) My sister never leave me alone
poem by Pinondang Situmeang
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Dont Take The Girl
(craig martin/larry w. johnson)
(track 8 - time 4:09)
Johnnys daddy was taking him fishin
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we cant leave her behind
Son I know you dont want her to go but someday youll change your mind
And johnny said take jimmy johnson, take tommy thompson, take my best friend bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she dont go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please dont take the girl
Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said if you do what I tell you to, there wont be any harm
And johnny said take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
Heres the watch that my grandpa gave me
Heres the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please dont take the girl
Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
Theres going to be a little one and she says its time to go
Doctor says the babys fine but youll have to leave
cause his mommas fading fast and johnny hit his knees and there he prayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
Ill gladly take her place if youll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please dont take the girl
Johnnys daddy
Was taking him fishin
When he was eight years old
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Pro Rege Nostro
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice again
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England: --
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease,
Were the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song of your bugles blown, England --
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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What Have I Done For You
What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:-
'Take and break us: we are yours,
'England, my own!
'Life is good, and joy runs high
'Between English earth and sky:
'Death is death; but we shall die
'To the Song on your bugles blown,
'England -
'To the stars on your bugles blown!
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Wontcha Come Out Tonight
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Ive been anticipatin, seeing you all day long
And all the while Im waitin
I find myself a-singing this little song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Soon as the music start playin
I start to thinkin of you
Thats when youll hear me sayin
Pretty please, baby, heres what I ask of you
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Late at night when Im sleepin
I get to dreamin of you
Thats when I find myself schemin
Of ways that I can spend all my nights with you
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sweet Reunion
In the moment I first saw you,
I could swear that we had met,
The look in your eye,
Was so familiar,
Where and when, I forget.
Whispered your name in introduction,
Darling, my heart filled the room,
And I knew it was you, come back in my life.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
How many lifetimes have I loved you,
How many times have you loved me,
The sound of your voice is in my memory,
Like the wind, on the sea.
The glow of your heart has been my lighthouse,
Ive followed it in from distant shores,
Now I wont be afraid to love anymore.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Whatever happens, nothings ever going to be the same,
Now youll find me here at last,
Your loves released me from the past,
My heart and soul have always remembered your name.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Ive always been loving you
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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I Left Last Night for London
Leave your bed your sanctuary
Asylum from the nightmare
Leave your life, your sanity
Come smile come share a while
I left last night for London though I don’t know the way
I’ll follow cars and follow far and hope I find my way
Chasing tarmac serpents snaking breaking on my way
I left last night for London; I hope I find my way.
Bowler hats and tailored suits, will I find them there?
Fashion students with pierced lips and red dye in their hair?
Umbrellas soaking wet and dogs all sick of barking
A sign in every place a go telling me that there’s no parking
I’ve lost myself upon the bridge, the tower bridge is folding
I find myself upon the verge with nothing I’m left holding.
A Double-decker phone box, will I find one there?
Surround by the punks and junk with wood glue in their hair?
Studded jackets, DM boots, will I see them there?
Stomping on the very ground that once was never there?
Her majesty, the Queen of England, will I see her there?
On speakers corner ranting rants, I hope I find her there.
I want to hear her shouting down all the sh*t around her
Until she can see as we the free that all that sh*t has bound her
No freedom found in palace grounds, no life beyond the walls
As marks of weakness, marks of woe come round to do the calls.
We’ll skin her pups and wear them in our revolutions rising
No crown for we, for we the free, we see the crown is dying.
I’m sure she’s sweet and has royal feet but that don’t cut my bacon
We need the walls a crumbling down and all foundations shaken.
It’s getting messy living here in England’s green for sure,
And popping pills in Satanic mills surely is no cure.
Still we the young the hopeful keep finding our own way
Living every second and dying every day.
I left last night for home, I hope I find my way.
I’m sick of running sideways, sideways every day
I’m leaving now, I’m going home, don’t stop me on my way.
I left last night, I’m going home, please help me on my way
Still playing guitar in many a bar trying to earn a pay
Living life nocturnal and dying every day.
poem by David Lacey
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Warm Vancouver Rains
Oh carry me to California
It's my farewell and time to move along
I fell in love with Old Vancouver
Someday she'll reach for me and I'll be gone
When the liquors good down goes the whiskey
The only way I know to mend this cowboy's pride
So freight train blow your lonesome whistle
And sing for me that Hobo Bills Last Ride
Chorus:
And Lord Oh how I miss the girl from London
And how I miss those kisses I love best
The taste of wine that night and her affection
Haunt me taunt me in these warm Vancouver rains
Narrate:
You know it's hard sometimes for a man to face the truth
about how he manhandled yesterday where he's at right now
and where he's headed tomorrow
If only I'd a listenned an little more perhaps she'd
still be with me now
We'll I guess come next summer I'll hock this old guitar of mine,
for a train ticket home, get me a job in the mines, save my money
and buy myself and brand new pick up truck
who knows she may take this old guitar picker back
In the meantime well it's another town a different girl
and the same old song
Chorus: End.
poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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The Girl Of My Life(2)
its for my di
the only di i have in my life
so named it
the girl of my life (2)
the girl of my life
my sweeet di
sweet enough to steal anyone's heart
caring enough to fill your heart with pure emotions
lovely enough to make you happy in a sweet word
loving enough that you will flow in her love
the girl of my life
my sweet di(sis)
talked me first
to read her poem first
i replied last
well i will try to comment is first
the girl of my life
my sweet di
i told her to be friends
she said its ok to be your friends
i wa shappy and she was i don't know
the girl of my life
my sweet di
she is with me in my dificult situations
she is with me when i am taking decisions
she is with me when i need a friend
and she will be with me till my end
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who loves beutiful poems
who eats kfc chickens
who likes to be myy sister
who says you are my sweet brother
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who desires like a great lady
who admires the great personalty
who has the power of intelligence(knowledge)
who is enough to teach me english
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who scolds me when i am making stupid things
when i am getting breaking
when i am needing
when i am crying
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who never have lied anything
who has the trust on me
who believes i am the sweetu of her
i am the bro of her
the girl of my life
my sweet di
i have to make some promises for you
i will be with you
i will be your proudy bro
i will be your sweetu bro
the gril of my life
my sweet di
i love you a lot
can not think of the life ahead
without the soft touch of your heart
without the caring fingers os your palm
i need your fingers to hold aand walk wiht you.
my sweet di my real girl of my life..(my anju di)
poem by Rajnish Jena
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Valley Winter Song
Hey Sweet Annie
Don't take it so bad
You know the summer's coming soon
Though the interstate is choking under salt and dirty sand
And it seems the sun is hiding from the moon
Your daddy told you
When you were a girl
The kind of things that came to those who wait
So give it a rest girl
Take a deep breath girl
And meet me at the Bay State tonight
And the smow is coming down
On our New England town
And it's been falling all day long
What else is new
What could I do
I wrote a valley winter song
To play for you
And late December
Can drag a man down
You feel it deep in your guy
Short days and afternoons spent pattering around
In a dark house with the windows painted shut
Remember New York
Staring outside
As reckless winter made its way
From Staten Island to the Upper West Side
Whiting out our streets along the way
And the snow is coming down
On our New England town
And it's been falling all day long
What else is new
What can I do
But sing this valley winter song
I wrote for you
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blame It On A Sad Song
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- rickey medlocke -- hughie thomasson)
Here I sit all by myself
Wonderin how she could put our love on a shelf
A crowd of people, they pass me by
But all I can do is hang my head and cry
(chorus)
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore
I know when we first started out
I was your only love and you had no doubt
But songs of the heart dont last forever
But dont you give up on love cause you never say never
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore
cause not a day goes by that I dont think about you
Oh, moment to moment, I get lost in time
And many years from now when I hear that song come on the radio
All those feelings will come back to haunt me
My heart will let me know
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song anymore
Blame it on a sad song
You can blame it on a sad song, baby
Blame it on, blame it on a sad song
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Goodnight Song
you're my backseat lover who never wears a seatbelt
my angel who can't keep her halo straight
you've got a shoulder for me to cry on
and another with a devil to steer me the wrong way
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
you're a hardcore version of a damsel in distress
cut my heart, pour the salt, and press
then you kiss it to, heal the wound
now the sun's rising, morning's coming soon
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but you're everything my dreamcatcher caught
your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but i'm never gonna ask you to stop
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
poem by Not The Pilot
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