'The Last Thing on my Mind' done by various artists. Written by (I forget who now). 'The weeds have been steadily growing, this I know, this I know. Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be nothing else left behind. I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind."
Oh, Elise it doesn't matter what you do I know I'll never really get inside of you To make your eyes catch fire The way they should The way the blue could pull me in If they only would, if they only would At least I'd lose this sense of sensing Something else that hides away From me and you, there are worlds to part With aching looks and breaking hearts And all the prayers your hands can make Oh, I just take as much as you can throw And then throw it all away A Letter To Elise The Cure
Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of the land The eagles dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand
I'm into country and currently one of my favorite lines is "Honor thy father, honor thy mother, but the bible doesn't a damn thing 'bout your daddy's lover"
"There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving" “Stairway to Heaven” ~ Led Zeppelin
He sure is hip ain't he? Like what's happening? He's too much Ride, Daddy, ride Hi-yo dinosawruh Ride, Daddy, ride Get 'em, man
Black Nepalese, it's got you weak in your knees Seeds and dust that you got bust on You know it's hard to believe
He's writing his memoirs And losing his hearing But he don't care what most people say ("He Went to Paris" Jimmy Buffett
It's nice to have a wife in the house....... As long as she's not your own. From the ENO translation of Verdi's opera 'La Traviata'.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion ~Graeme Edge of the Moody Blues RIP