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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
 Posted - 12/28/2004 : 03:16:58
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1912 in New York I take a walk up to Park Avenue
To sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian, Lord she's quite a woman of the world
I'm the envy of the men
Heaven help the child heaven help the child
Paris in the ‘20’s why it can offer plenty
to a young man with a vision so they say
With a friend named Fitzgerald I am headed for the old world
on a merchant steamer bound for Biscay Bay
Heaven help the child heaven help the child
Take him back to where he’s never been
We’re all building walls they should be bridges
We’re all building walls they should be bridges
Nothin’ like a freight train get you to the city
Would you pick another sad song for me Jim
I hate to leave the old man all alone to work the cotton
but the country never seems to bother him
Heaven help the child heaven help the child
Heaven help the children find their way
War is hell to live with I said to the general
as we made our final battle plans out for the day
This will be the last one only God be willing
We can go back home this time to stay
If old acquaintance be forgotten and never brought to mind
Let’s sip a cup of kindness then my friends today’s gone by
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 12/30/2004 : 01:38:00
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How I long to feel the salty wind off Galveston Bay in my face once again.
A warm southern wind on my weather worn skin;
Perhaps I would not feel so old.
Now I long to hold the golden sand, in the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole, left in the heart of a wounded old soul.
Here's to tomorrow; here's to today.
Here's to whatever I never did say.
Here's to old friends who have gone separate ways.
Here's to the memories.
How I long to be in those East Texas woods.
I would be in those old Piney Woods if I could,
on a hot summer mornin' down Centerville Way.
.....the windows rolled down in my old Chevrolet.
Cruisin' the backroads with nothin' but time... three nickels short of having a dime....
Miles from the highway...no hill left to climb.
Me and the whisperin' pine......
Here's to tomorrow; here's to today.
Here's to whatever I never did say.
Here's to your love, you are happy, I pray....
Out on this long stretch of Interstate 10, that 'ol Del Rio station just keeps rollin' right in.
Many the night it was my only friend.
Just me and the radio......
The Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way.
Like Route 66, boys, it too had its day, and this rusty old sign here is all that remains.
My, how the times have changed.
They tell me ol' Bud Rose hocked his guitar.
Bought a ticket to Nashville to become a big star.
Now he works on a bottle, and he lives in a car.
Do you still have your dreams?
You remember the old town here yesterday?
The walk from the Ryman to the Linebaugh Cafe?
We would stop in at Tootsie's and Tubb's on the way.
And slowly head East down to First and Broadway.
Hey look at that ol' river, Bud, how it just keeps rollin'
If it was a clock I could stop, I would try....
I would let it roll down on about '65.
Perhaps I would not feel so old.....
Hoist all the sails, Bud to hell with the breeze.
Send me a wind that will bend every tree.
A storm that will bring every man to his knee.
Here's to the howlin' sea.
Here's to tomorrow; here's to today.
Here's to whatever I never could say.
Here's to the piper; the bastard's been paid.
Down on this long stretch of Interstate 10,
El Paso to Phoenix, to L.A. and then, it is north by northwest,
I just follow the wind,
And by midnight tonight I will be home in Springfield again. |
Edited by - Craig on 01/01/2005 07:38:17 |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5448 Posts |
Posted - 12/30/2004 : 02:35:53
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A few weeks back I saw him
The poet looked his age
The students all fell silent
As the teacher took the stage
And I swear I almost saw her
As he sang of Genevieve
And I came to hear the music
I came to face the music
I cam to love the music
When I heard Newbury sing...
bless you, Jonmark |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/01/2005 : 05:58:50
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for Desman
Oh I think I’m gonna walk in the rain today.
Let it wash my pain away
Maybe I will catch a train and go to Tennessee
Maybe I will go to Tennessee and see what there is left of me
Of what I was in ‘63
Nothing stays the same.
Oh I think I might just catch a plane.
No I think I’m going to lay in the sun today.
I have a place where I can stay.
A house right on Perdido Bay where the folks are good to me.
I think I am going to lay down in the sun until I am good and well and done.
And maybe when the sun goes down
the night will set me free.
I think I wanna walk in the sun.
No I think I wanna be alone today
Thanks for asking anyway
If I get drunk or if I pray either way I’m on my knees.
I think I wanna be alone today
Old Tom Dolan passed away
Oh the sky is cold and gray I’m not much company
I think I wanna be alone
I think I'm gonna sit in the shade today
Watch the children when they play.
Watch my children run and play and set my laughter free
I think I will sit in the shade today
In this rocking chair my daddy made
When I was a little baby sitting on his knee
Shades of ‘43
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/02/2005 : 18:47:26
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Jesus do you still know me
Here I stand ragged and worn
Like an orphan left to wander
Like a sailor lost in a storm
Lead on your words are like a fire
Although my body may be cold
If I reached out in time and touched eternity
I would find no other fire to warm my soul
Jesus if I could save me
I would have done so long ago
Will I become what I know I should be
Or another man old and all alone
Lead on I will follow
Although my wayward ship be tossed and rolled
I will find no shelter from this troubled sea
No other place on earth to save my soul
Lead on
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5448 Posts |
Posted - 01/03/2005 : 13:40:57
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Save the children, save the children
Said the captain to the crew
For there can only be salvation
For a precious few
Who would leave this sinking ship
And build a balsa wood canoe
And sail with me across this mighty water?
Saint Cecilia |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/03/2005 : 19:09:53
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Cryin' I'm unfeelin' she turns into her shell
Well how can I be like Jesus I have just begun myself
To find my own way back at times I think
I know me well
But at other times a stranger stands
Where my body fell
Do you think about me every now and then
Do I ever cross your mind
Sounds like old man winter threw his fiddle in the wind
Oh I need a good friend here tonight
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/07/2005 : 19:13:50
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He said to her my little darling
Why you’re as lovely as I did recall
Her eyes brightly sparkled like diamonds
As the tears started slowly to fall
Oh yes I can clearly remember
He said with a slow Texas drawl
And she cried as she softly surrendered
To the strains of the Westphalia Waltz
He stood as the sun in the morning
Rose up on Wichita Falls
And there in the dim light she watched as
He sauntered on off down the hall
And he said to her my little darling
Yes you’re as lovely as I did recall
And she cried as she softly surrendered
To the strains of the Westphalia Waltz
Oh yes I can clearly remember
That night in San Antonio
She smiled as she softly surrendered
To the strains of the Westphalia Waltz
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/08/2005 : 03:22:22
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Waited all that mornin'to hear her say,
"I love you"
so sure,I was so certain,but it was left unspoken
my heart,it was breaking;she turned back the curtain
she said nothing when she left me,she left me so heartbroken,and
so sad
.........so sad
Yes, I waited all that mornin'to hear her say "I love you"
in the mornin light she glistened like a ruby in a stick pin
then she whispered something into the wet,red-leaded window,
but she said nothing;she left me so heartbroken
I was so sad
so sad......
so sad...... |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/08/2005 : 03:25:10
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I Don't Love You
------she said.... |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/09/2005 : 18:02:33
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for Matt
Lord today there's no salvation
The band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs
But he can see what they can't understand
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screamin' in my brain
Woke up in a squad car busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell it looked like rain
But now I put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sung their songs within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts are not defiled
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday find me Saturday bound |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/10/2005 : 01:55:28
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dancing shadows on the wall
...........................reaching out for one another
I look into your eyes
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and fall so endlessly
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I can see FOREVER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/13/2005 : 13:59:10
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Twin fiddles and cat gut guitars
Under the West Texas stars
Her eyes were as bright
As the stars on that night
Her smile was so wickedly free
Oh yes I once had a good woman
Treated my good woman wrong
I'm so sad to say she left me today
Yes my good woman is gone
Same song and dance
And the two step goes on
Oh yes I once had a good woman
I treated my good woman bad
I am so sad to say she left me today
Best woman I ever had
Same song and dance
And the two step goes on
Same song and dance
And the two step goes on
Twin fiddles and cat gut guitars
Under the West Texas stars
Vaqueros singing
My memory winging me
Back to the place where you are
Ohhhhhh...yes I once had a good woman
Treated my good woman bad
So sad to say she left me today
Best woman I ever had
Same song and dance
And the two step goes on
Same song and dance
The two step goes on
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/15/2005 : 07:27:32
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Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind
As I lay searching for sleep.
Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name
As she brushed a tear from my cheek.
And those funny familiar forgotten feelings
started walkin' all over my mind.
It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad,
but true love would not have gone wrong.
So I'm just thankful for the good times we've had
for without them I could not go on,
With these funny familiar forgotten feelings
walkin' all over my mind.
I must go on, be strong,
tho' a million teardrops may fall,
Before those funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walkin' all over my mind.
Before those funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walkin' all over my mind.
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/24/2005 : 19:18:02
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Waited all that morning to hear her say, "I love you",
So sure, I was so certain, it was left unspoken.
My heart, it was breaking; she turned back the curtain,
She said nothing when she left me, she left me so heartbroken, and
So sad...so sad...so sad...so sad...
Yes, I waited all that mornin' to hear her say, "I love you",
In the mornin' light she glistened like a ruby in a stickpin.
Then she whispered something into the wet, red-leaded window,
She said nothing; she left me so heartbroken
I was so sad...so sad...so sad...so sad...so sad...
Shorty's in the poolroom, Billy's in the chute,
Jack is at the track with some old lady with some loot.
Willie sits and wonders at the words he cannot rhyme.
I am not in prison, I am only doin' time.
And Blue Eyes died in Vegas when they blew away the Sands.
And Elvis died in Memphis; boys they nailed him in one hand.
Haley died in Corpus Christi; died without a dime.
I am dead in Tennessee, they buried me alive,
And I am so sad...so sad...so sad.......
The best I had.... so sad...is all I have...so sad...
Yes, I waited all that morning, and so many mornings after...
So many lonely hours, staring at the rafters.
Until I would close my eyes, and feel you next to me,
But with the sun, so sure to come, will go my sweetest sleep...
And I am so sad....so sad....so sad....so sad.....so sad.....so sad...
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/27/2005 : 02:42:21
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You know, I don't think much about her no more
And seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday's gone Lord its better forgotten
Like the poison red berries to die on the vine
This morning at dawn Lord I pulled in a town
Had some coffee and talked to some old friends of mine
Laughing at all the good times they remembered
And then I remembered the time
Lord I can see the bright lights back in Dallas
As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind
I didn't suppose that I would ever forget her
And you know, it took such a long time.
But I don't think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday's gone, its better forgotten
Its like a poison red berry that clings to my mind
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Virginia
Swinger
723 Posts |
Posted - 01/27/2005 : 04:48:17
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Thank you Craig and Dave, I just love this thread ......Love V. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/28/2005 : 01:43:08
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Hi V,
I guess being a newbury fan means Mickey's music is in my blood.
'just the thought of you still takes my breath away
after all these years what more can I say
you are the light that guides me
through my darkest day'
and I still love you after all these years.
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 01/28/2005 : 16:58:45
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Genevieve Genevieve what does it all mean to you
Genevieve Genevieve my heart is breaking in two
Goodbye so long I will never be this hurt again
Oh, Genevieve Genevieve see how the mornings begin
Well, wouldn’t it be nice if I could say, “What the hell it’s been fun.”
But Genevieve Genevieve your leavin’ me leaves me undone
So my old friend the highway I will cry on your shoulder again
Oh Genevieve Genevieve here’s where the story begins
Laughing like a fool ‘til I was no longer able to breath
A broken down shell of a man and his woman and me
Stopped at a café they would not let us come in
Oh Genevieve Genevieve see how the madness begins
Genevieve … just had to see you somehow
Oh the years have been kind you were never as lovely as now
Closing my eyes I can almost be with you again
But Genevieve Genevieve here’s where the story will end.
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all the neon lights are....