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BELINDA CARLISLE lyrics - A Woman And A Man

He Goes On

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Pretty soon you'll be able to remember him Lying In the garden singing Right where he'll always be The door is always open This is the place that I loved him And these are the friends that he had Long may the mountain ring To the sounds of his laughter And he goes on and on In his soft wind I will whisper In his warm sun I will glisten will we see him once again in a world without end We owe it all to Frank Sinatra The song was playing as he walked into the room After the long weekend They were a lifetime together Appearing in the eyes of children In the clear blue mountain view The colouring in the sky And painting ladders to heaven And he goes on and on In his soft wind I will whisper In his warm sun I will glisten Till we see him once again In a world without end In his soft wind I will whisper In his warm sun I will glisten And I always will remember In a world without end He goes on He goes on

When The Ship Comes In

THE POGUES "Pogue Mahone"
Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking Then the tide will sound And the wind will pound And the morning will be breaking Oh the fishes will laugh As they swim out of the path And the seagulls they'll be smiling And the rocks on the sand Will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used For to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken For the chains of the sea Will have busted in the night And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift As the mainsail shifts And the boat that drifts on to the shore line And the sun will respect Every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in Then the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a touchin' And the ship's wise men Will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin' Oh the foes will rise With the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're still dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeel And know that it's for real The hour that the ship comes in Then they'll raise their hands Sayin' we'll meet all your demands But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered And like Pharaoh's tribe They'll be drownded in the tide And like Goliath they'll be conquered

Whisper My Name

GORDON LIGHTFOOT "Dream Street Rose"
Travel with me if you choose Into a land of notions Through the ruins of yesteryear Set yer mind in motion Be beside me win or lose I will no forsake thee I must do, so must you Now will you go with me I will build a home for you To keep you warm each winter Lemon lilies at your door To give you in September I will take you as you stand I promise to defend thee I must do, so must you Now will you go with me Whisper my name as you pass through my life Whisper my name when you fall I'm just a dusty old mem'ry ya trust I'll be close by when you call Give and take ain't always so Seeing is believing Down and out don't stop the show Staying is not leaving What we say ain't always so But I won't deceive thee I must do, so must you Now will you go with me Talk to me, run to me, whisper my name Don't waste your love makin' friends We've both had enough of that wonderful stuff It's too easy to sin Travel with me if you choose Into a land of notions Through the ruins of yesteryear Set yer mind in motion Be beside me win or lose I will no forsake thee I must do, so must you Now will you go with me Travel with me if you choose I promise to protect thee I must do, so must you Now will you go with me Now will you go with me

Theatre Of Rapture

Darzamat
why do you rise me above the clouds and I hear the voice of my lust that I hid away from the light only desire can be the wind in my dreams maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror maybe the wind will find the inaccessible jewel I see a bird on the sky, which steals my longing and takes it away he it bears sadness and naked sorrow around me I sail the gold sky above mountains' tops and forests I sail above eternity give me a night, just one more night full of dream because when the mourning comes I will rest for ages on the rocks where water and wind dance forever

The Art

Racheal Lampa
This is all so beautiful But how much of this will really be Enough to keep me on my feet So this is how it feels-when it's for real But how much can be invisible Enough for me to just believe Cuz I'm chasing the wind And ending up right where I began I know that there's an art to starting over again And I know that god will never waste the pain You can only try so hard to right a wrong This song will only last so long But life is just the art of living on We may never know why we should just let go But do we really want a god that we can understand Still we close our eyes try to reason why But since when do our desires dominate the plan? We're chasing the wind And ending up right where we begin When life is in slow motion And when the silence is deafening Hold on tight, you're gonna cry But there's always a reason why

White Law

Laibach "Kapital"
(Slovenian) V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje, morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje. Pala na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cez mocvirno poseko zakricala bo caplja. Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo z mrzlim nozem rezala crnega kruha. Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam soncna zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje. V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna: Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA! (English) We're going to sleep in the wind tonight, in the wind, who is laughing, wildly, and maybe the clouds, these white sheets, will be our only blankets. On hands and clothes the first, then second drops of rain will fall. In the night through the swampy clearing a heron will cry out. The stronger one will wash our faces and moisten our lips with a rag and the night with a cold knife will cut us black bread. We will weigh up our thoughts like rotten branches, until the sunny dawn warms the ground and our hearts. The underwood will wake up in the sun and war will begin its song again: Brother of mine, Don't hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!

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