Time for bed, and so I sign out on my first evening. You've all been invited-keep it clean.:)
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August 2nd 1990
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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August 2nd 1990
Another of my favourite songs...from long ago.
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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What do you take on your toast?
Would you forgiev a sibling anything?
Just a thought......
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
3 comments:
So another day finishes.Same old here in wet UK. Get up, breakfast ( boring coz it's Atkins), shower, shop for newspaper, lunch, park (swings, kids not me), ice cream, run from the thunderstorm, dinner, Eastenders ( Stella is dead and Phil has taken to the bottle-that's about as exciting as it gets).22 28 GMT signing out.
Tired,depressed.Dealing with a 3 year old monster is not good for the blood pressure. Good nite all.
Missed last night- too hectic, naughty children. Today was a better day- sun was shining, but I was ill. It's nearly bed time. Sleep tight all.
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