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Yeh Jax, one of my favourites especially for drunken maudlin early hours lol. Yrs too I bet;)

Floyd wish you were here?

I nearly posted that lol

Oh Suemaid.

How about -

shake shake shake
shake shake shake
shake your booty
shake your booty

Deep and profound. Has me in tears everytime:))

Sue x

She wondered how it ever got this crazy, she thinks about a boy she knew in school. Did she get tired or did she just get lazy? She's so far gone she feels just like a fool...

And all of Wish You Were Here cos there ain't an unexceptional line in it

"And you're heading somewhere, but I've been to somewhere and found it was nowhere at all
And I've picked up a couple more years on you babe, and that's all " Dr Hook :)

On of my favourites

Schools Out Lyrics
Alice Cooper

Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

Yeh they do David you cant understand the emotion in just the written words.

btw i think you needed a few more y's lol

Most of these need to be heard instead of read don't they - Jax, that ought to don't know why-y-y-y-y-y-y or something lol

I Will Survive

Broggy its my fave Metallica song :o)

David the Waterboys reminds me of when I first started going out, only have to hear that song and im back there.

luv this one by Inxs

I told you that we could fly cause we all have wings
But some of us dont know why

not heard this, but just seen the lyrics and as I have just been to London seemed apt

Sweet Thames Flow Softly Ewan McColl

I met my love at Woolwich Pier, beneath the big crane standing
And all the love I felt for her it passed all understanding;
Took her sailing on the river, flow sweet river flow,
London Town was mine to give her, Sweet Thames flow softly.
Made the Thames into a crown, flow sweet river flow,
Made a brooch of Silver Town, Sweet Thames flow softly.

At London Yard I held her hand at Blackwall Point I faced her,
At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth and tenderly embraced her.
Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, flow sweet river flow,
All the time my heart was singing , sweet Thames flow softly.
Limehouse Reach I gave her there, flow sweet river flow,
As a ribbon for her hair, sweet Thames flow softly.
From Shadwell dock to Nine Elms Reach, we cheek to cheek were dancing,
Her necklace made of London Bridge her beauty was enhancing.
Kissed her once again at Wapping, flow sweet river flow,
After that there was no stopping, sweet Thames flow softly.
Richmond Park it was her ring, flow sweet river flow,
I'd have given her anything, sweet Thames flow softly.

From Rotherhithe to Putney Bridge, my love I was declaring,
And she from Kew to Isleworth her love for me was swearing,
Love had set me heart a-burning, flow sweet river flow,
Never saw the tide was turning, sweet Thames flow softly.
Gave her Hampton Court to twist, flow sweet river flow,
Into a bracelet for her wrist, sweet Thames flow softly.

But now alas the tide has turned, me love she has gone from me
And winter frost has touched me heart and put a blight upon me.
Creeping fog is on the river, flow sweet river flow,
Sun, and Moon, and stars, gone with her, sweet Thames flow softly.
Swift the Thames runs to the sea, flow sweet river flow,
Bearing ships and part of me, sweet Thames flow softly.

Wish I could Write a love-song

I've tried to write a love song, that shows the way I feel
But perhaps I just ain't got it, perhaps I never will
Wish that I could write down words, that I want you to see,
Wish I could write a love-song, just to you from me.

I write the words down, then change 'em all around ,'cos I ain't to sure,
they look all wrong wrong, it's just another song,
it's all bin done before and it's gotta mean much more.
Wish that I could write a love-song, to show the way I feel,
But perhaps I just ain't got it, perhaps I never will.

Rock and roll songs come easy, rock and roll songsare dead easy.
perhaps its simply that I love you more than words can say?

Is it that I feel silly when I let my feelings show
Or am I afraid to say too much, in case one day you go;
If I give in to my emotions, then I might get hurt,
If one day you run away, wiv my uncle Bert.
But I'm making fun again, trust me to make a joke, out of anything
Wish I could think of lines wish I could make up rhymes,
can't think of anything good to sing.
Wish I could write a love-song, to show the way I feel,
But I guess I just ain't got it, perhap I never will.

Rock and roll songs come easy, rock and roll songs are dead easy.

Is it simply that I love you, more than words can say?
perhaps I'll write a love-song, just for you one day

Mine too, Rose:)

Sue x

That's my favourite Beatles song Sue :))

xx

And in the end.....the love you take is equal to the love you make.

You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead.

There are places I remember all my life though some have changed. Some for better, some forever, some are gone and some remain.
But those places had their moments, with lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living. In my life I've loved them all.

I love Lennon/McCartney.

Sue x

awww you are such a youngster Uggers lol . .. ;)

re pretty in Pink...ain't that the truth! lol

xx
PS keep getting lost on youtube lol...if I'm not back send out search party lol...have gone from Depeche to Gene Vincent via Scorpions .....

Damn right, Jax:)

What did you think of it, Rose? Is my era;)

I love this too -

The one who insists he was first in the line is the last to remember her name

(Pretty in Pink)

and this one sorry lol....

Loved I two men equally well
Though they were different as heaven and hell
One was an artist
One drove a truck
One would make love
The other would f***

Each treated me the way he knew best
One held me lightly
One bruised my breast
And I responded on two different levels
Like children reacting to angels
And devils

One was a poet who sang and read verse
One was a peasant who drank and who cursed
Before you decide who’s cruel and who’s kind
Let me explain what I felt in my heart and my mind

The artist was tender but suffered from guilt
Making him sorry the following day
And he made me feel guilty the very same way
In his bed on the following day

The other would take me and feel no remorse
He’d wake with a smile in the bed where we lay
And he made me smile in the very same way
In his bed the following day

The blow to my soul by fear and taboos
Cut deeper far than a bodily bruise
And the one who was gentle hurt me much more
Than the one who was rough and made love on the floor