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I WILL HOLD HOPE AND I WONT LET YOU CHOKE ON THAT NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK AND I'LL FIND STRENGTH IN PAIN AND I WILL KNOW MY NAME AS IT CALLED AGAIN......... |
sending this out to a femme friend thats been going threw the ringer.
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Mary Gauthier, Mercy Now.
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Love this...
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Your face say these promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them Because I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable Well content loves the silence It thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils That strangle the heart They say that promises sweeten the blow But I don't need them, no I don't need them |
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Listening tooo
Dances-Douglas Spotted Eagle and Sioux Indian Traditional Song -Aim (Ameriacan Indian Movement)
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An old favorite of years gone by....
Summer (The First Time) -- Bobby Goldsboro Was a hot afternoon The last day of June And the sun was a demon The clouds were afraid One ten in the shade And the pavement was steaming I told Billy Ray In his red Chevrolet Needed time for some thinking I was just walking by When I looked in her eye And I swore it was winking She was thirty-one and I was seventeen I knew nothing about love, she knew everything But I sat down beside her on the front porch swing And wondered what the coming night would bring The sun closed her eyes As it climbed in the skies And it started to swelter The sweat trickled down The front of her gown And I thought it would melt her She threw back her hair Like I wasn't there She sipped on a Julep Her shoulders were bare And I tried not to stare When I looked at her two lips Then she looked at me, I heard her softly say "I know you're young, you don't know what to do or say But stay with me until the sun has gone away And I will chase the boy in you away." And then she smiled And we talked for a while Then we walked for a mile to the sea We sat on the sand And the boy took her hand But I saw the sun rise as a man (instrumental) Ten years have gone by Since I looked in her eye But the memory lingers I go back in my mind To the very first time And the touch of her fingers... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
i admit i teared up...
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My housekeeper is here cleaning and this is what "we" are listening to.
Great music! |
Again & Again
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The bird & the bee again & again |
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Fire and Desire
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