Author Topic: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough (Read 213683 times)

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2025 on:** February 05, 2019, 08:24:55 PM »

At night when you turn off all the lights
There's no place that you can hide
No no, the rhythm is gonna get'cha

In bed, throw the covers on your head
You pretend like you are dead
But I know it, the rhythm is gonna get'cha

Robbie · « **Reply #2026 on:** February 05, 2019, 11:48:00 PM »

This is the rhythm of the night
The Night
Oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of my life
My life
Oh yeah
The rhythm of my life

Aruntraveller · « **Reply #2027 on:** February 06, 2019, 09:12:29 AM »

Daddy started out in San Francisco,
Tootin' on his trumpet loud and mean.
Suddenly a voice said, "Go forth, Daddy.
Spread the picture on a wider screen. "

And the voice said, "Daady, there's a million pigeons
Ready to be hooked on new religions.
Hit the road, Daddy. Leave your common-law wife.
Spread the religion of the rhythm of life. "

And the rhythm of life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street,
Yes, the rhythm of life is a powerful beat.

To feel the rhythm of life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet.

ekim · « **Reply #2028 on:** February 06, 2019, 09:30:07 AM »

I got rhythm, I got music
I got my gal
Who could ask for anything more?
I got daisys, in green pastures
I got my gal
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my gal
Who could ask for anything more?

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2029 on:** February 06, 2019, 06:27:00 PM »

Oliver, Oliver
Never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver, Oliver
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a dark, thin winding stairway without any banister
Which we'll throw him down
And feed him the cockroaches served in a canister

Udayana · « **Reply #2030 on:** February 07, 2019, 12:45:30 PM »

The little cockroach
The little cockroach
All she wanted was to dance
She doesn't mind that her leg is missing
She would never miss the chance

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2031 on:** February 11, 2019, 08:58:16 AM »

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Udayana · « **Reply #2032 on:** February 11, 2019, 01:57:41 PM »

The vermin only teaze and pinch
Their foes superior by an inch.
So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em,
And so proceed ad infinitum.
Thus every poet, in his kind,
Is bit by him that comes behind

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2033 on:** February 11, 2019, 02:11:17 PM »

How many nights does it take to count the stars?
That's the time it would take to fix my heart
Oh, baby, I was there for you
All I ever wanted was the truth, yeah, yeah
How many nights have you wished someone would stay?
Lay awake only hoping they're okay
I never counted all of mine
If I tried, I know it would feel like infinity

Infinity, infinity, yeah
Infinity

ekim · « **Reply #2034 on:** February 11, 2019, 03:38:26 PM »

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody
Haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2035 on:** February 11, 2019, 03:58:16 PM »

By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And Everywhere there was song and celebration.

And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky,
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation.

We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden..
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

Aruntraveller · « **Reply #2036 on:** March 26, 2019, 10:44:27 PM »

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

(Now here's a thing - I was thinking of the old Butterflies programme, but when I looked the song up it is written by none other than Dolly Parton, a fact that has escaped me these last 40 odd years. Never too old to learn

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Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2037 on:** March 27, 2019, 08:48:13 AM »

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

ekim · « **Reply #2038 on:** March 27, 2019, 09:32:39 AM »

Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low
Bye-bye, blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet and so is she
Bye, bye, blackbird

No one here can love and understand me
Oh, what hard-luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed, light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye.

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2039 on:** March 27, 2019, 10:03:38 AM »

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before

Udayana · « **Reply #2040 on:** March 28, 2019, 05:08:37 PM »

Feeling so good I don't know what to do
Just had a taste of some Rock and Roll stew
Just got to tell you in case I go blind
That its making the sun start to shine
So I guess I'll just let the sun shine

So let's let the sun shine out into the dark
Cause nobody's bite is as bad as their bark
And everyone's good at least some of the time
And just like the sun we will shine
Yes and just like the sun we will shine

ekim · « **Reply #2041 on:** March 29, 2019, 09:10:13 AM »

Climb these hills
I'm reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down
You'll get up off the ground
'Cause morning rolls around
And it's another day of sun

Aruntraveller · « **Reply #2042 on:** March 29, 2019, 04:41:25 PM »

It's just the sun that's shinin' in your eyes.
It's just the moon that is the sun's disguise.
Just the sky, with clouds a blowin' by.
The sun and the moon and the sky, and you and I.

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2043 on:** March 29, 2019, 05:09:07 PM »

You are sunlight and I moon
Joined by the gods of fortune
Midnight and high noon
Sharing the sky
We have been blessed you and I

You are here like a mystery
I'm from a world that's so
Different from all that you are
How in the light of one night
Did we come so far

Udayana · « **Reply #2044 on:** April 02, 2019, 11:06:40 AM »

Oh the world is full of people with money just to burn
Affording all the things in life for which a man might yearn
Some can take life easy but I live from day by day
God has my fortune laid away
I search for sunshine every day but there always comes the rain
The hope over my horizon was smoke without a flame
Pockets that stay empty dreams that go astray

ekim · « **Reply #2045 on:** April 02, 2019, 02:24:15 PM »

I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed, that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted.

Roses · « **Reply #2046 on:** April 02, 2019, 03:20:58 PM »

Someday, I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

I wish!

Aruntraveller · « **Reply #2047 on:** April 02, 2019, 11:01:37 PM »

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when
I shakes hands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #2048 on:** April 03, 2019, 08:09:31 AM »

Don't need a bracelet
No salt for my shoulder
I don't own a rabbit
No clover, no heather
No cross, no wonder
I'm lucky, I'm lucky, I'm lucky
I can walk under ladders

ekim · « **Reply #2049 on:** April 03, 2019, 09:06:19 AM »

Lucky, lucky, lucky me!
I'm a lucky son of a gun.
I work eight hours, and sleep eight hours.
That leaves eight hours for fun.

Lucky, lucky, lucky me!
Even though I haven't a dime,
I laugh and play in a carefree way
And I have a wonderful time.

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