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For Tony 1hour 35minutes to go,
we have flowers & lights & we dedicate this song to Tony This World Notes: words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1961 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1989. a.k.a. "Love It Like a Fool." Baby, I ain't afraid to die, It's just that I hate to say good-bye to this world, This world, this world. This old world is mean and cruel, But still I love it like a fool, this world, This world, this world. I'd rather go to the corner store Than sing hosannah on that golden shore, I'd rather live on Parker Street Than fly around where the angels meet. Oh, this old world is all I know, It's dust to dust when I have to go from this world, This world, this world. Somebody else will take my place, Some other hands, some other face, Some other eyes will look around And find the things I've never found. Don't weep for me when I am gone, Just keep this old world rolling on, this world, This world, this world. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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thinking of you.......
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(((Zorah)))
Been thinking of you all day, my friend...
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Thanks {{{{{everyone}}}}} ![]() Last night was harsh ![]() ![]() ![]() but we survived it ![]()
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God is playing marbles
With his planets and his stars Creating havoc through my life Through his influence on Mars I am stumbling down the highway On my boots of steel I should be rolling down the skyway On my cosmic wheels In the present position of the planets It's impossible for me to say Just when I'll find my course again With these boulders in my way I should be rolling down the skyway On my cosmic wheels Instead of stumbling down this highway On my boots of steel written by Donovan Leitch
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To our darling Tony & to help us too
FOR A DANCER, by Jackson Browne Keep a fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I dont remember losing track of you You were always dancing in and out of view I must have thought youd always be around Always keeping things real by playing the clown Now youre nowhere to be found I dont know what happens when people die Cant seem to grasp it as hard as I try Its like a song I can hear playing right in my ear That I cant sing I cant help listening And I cant help feeling stupid standing round Crying as they ease you down cause I know that youd rather we were dancing Dancing our sorrow away (right on dancing) No matter what fate chooses to play (theres nothing you can do about it anyway) Just do the steps that youve been shown By everyone youve ever known Until the dance becomes your very own No matter how close to yours Anothers steps have grown In the end there is one dance youll do alone Keep a fire for the human race Let your prayers go drifting into space You never know what will be coming down Perhaps a better world is drawing near And just as easily it could all disappear Along with whatever meaning you might have found Dont let the uncertainty turn you around (the world keeps turning around and around) Go on and make a joyful sound Into a dancer you have grown From a seed somebody else has thrown Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own And somewhere between the time you arrive And the time you go May lie a reason you were alive But youll never know ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Before The Deluge by Jackson Browne Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge Some of them new pleasure And some of them knew pain And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered And on the brave and crazy wings of youth They went flying around in the rain And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings And exchanged loves bright and fragile glow For the glitter and the rouge And in the moment they were swept before the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky Some of them were angry At the way the earth was abused By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Goodbye my love, we miss you ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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#33
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Evangelista We dance round in a ring and suppose.. But the secret sits in the middle and knows.. Robert Frost |
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That's why it's such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weekend. A very serious thing indeed. - The Silver Chair |
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