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keith a
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 20:05
Peters & Lee?
supercat
supercat
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 20:18
probably has, but we have't found it yet. ;-) xx
supercat
supercat
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 20:20
well have done two of those things but am not telling you which. Blimey who wrote/sung that? xxx
supercat
supercat
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 20:20
Pure class Keith. xx
machineryelf
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 21:28
The Stolen Child

WB Yeats via The Waterboys

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can
understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can
understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can
understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can
understand.
machineryelf
3679 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 21:35
for anyone who grew up in a shitty southern seaside town in the seventies

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

i remember reading that poem at school and thinking lucky Slough bastards should try living here, then they would have something to moan about.
Pilgrim
Pilgrim
597 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 21:41
I don't know what's more depressing: these lyrics, or that the bloke that wrote 'em is still out there making money.......

Pilgrim
machineryelf
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 21:59
LOL, bloody hell that must be a first for Morrisey.
keith a
9565 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 22:04
I know you lot down south are a lot less uptight than us North Walians, but I hope it was the baby martian business!
keith a
9565 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 22:04
; )
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