a briefness in time......

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k.d. lang Lyrics

Deep In A Dream Lyrics



I dim all the lights
And I sink in my chair
The smoke from my cigarette
Climbs through the air
The walls in my room
Fade away in a gloom
And I'm deep in a dream of you

Smoke makes a stairway
For you to descend
You come to my arms
May this bliss never end
We'll love and move
Just like we used to do
And I'm deep in a dream of you

And from the ceiling
Sweet music comes stealing
We glide through a lover's refrain
You're so appealing
And I'm soon revealing
My love for you over again

A cigarette burns me I wake with a start
My hand doesn't hurt but there's pain in my heart
Awake or asleep every memory I'll keep
Deep in a dream of you.

A poem and a song just to move things along, dys.

a silhouette in black

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

Dylan

He chose his name from one
Who will never be interred in the abbey.
So shabby
That a poet though a rounder,
Could never have been sounder
In his gentle night encounter
With the something in all of us.
And the light is dead now.

fiat lux

.....and there was light. Goodnight

Shine you light, shine your light on me
Shine you light, shine your light on me
Shine you light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself
I'm a little too blind to see.

Artist: Bobby Darin Lyrics
Song: I'm Beginning to See the Light Lyrics

I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies
But now that the stars are in you eyes
I'm beginning to see the light

I never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light

Used to ramble through the park
Shadow boxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
that's a four-alarm fire now

I never made love by lantern shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
But now that your lips are burning mine
I'm beginning to see the lux.



Can you believe that Bobby Darin has been put back in the lime light by Kevin Spacey?

let your soul shine
better than sun shine
better than moon shine
for damn sure
better than the rain

Excellent play on paradox!

Heh! Heh! my husband told me one time about trying to buy moon shine from some dude, and said it was TERRIBLE. The guy told him:

I've yeard tell about you musicianers and your maryannie, but damned if ya ain't slow about your drinkin'. (that was before I met him, of course)

Moonshine - ahhh the perfect potion :-) Think of it as medicine...

Keep goin, you all, I'm lovin' this.

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil
Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

My daddy he made whiskey, my granddaddy he did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

by Arvin Levine (with a little help from Letty)

Diane and dys runs a still on the hill
Where they turns out a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly
Just from sniffing that good old mountain dew.
Chorus
They call it that good old mountan dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

My young friend, Kelley, bought a car from Aunt Nellie
And it ran on a gallon or two.
It didn't need no gas and it didn't need no oil,
It just ran on that good old mountain dew.

Our moderators oughta harness my gaters
Stead of foolin with hamsters, I say.
Just a shot of the shine
From this sweet jug of mine
will give new life to A2K.

I'm a gonna build me a cabin
ona mountain so high
black-bird can't see me,
hear my sad cry.

Oh ho, mountain dew of the snortin' kind from our very own sweet Letty!!

<smile> Well, Di, I understand peaks and valleys, but often it's the lifting up that lets us down gently.

Do you suppose that we can coax dys from his cabin in the sky? Great song, incidentally.

I first heard this song sung by Judy Hensky back in the olden days:
There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down,
can't cry Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
To the east and to the west,
He meets God every day.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine,
She ain't never seen the sun,
Oh Lord, never stopped crying.

Then one day my woman up and died,
Lord, she up and died now.
Oh Lord, she up and died now.
She wanted to die,
And the only way to fly is die, die, die.

There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry,
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues.