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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 04:58 pm
From the album "Genius Plus Soul Equals Jazz"

I'm gonna move baby, way out on the outskirts of town
I'm gonna move baby, way out on the outskirts of town
You see I don't need no-body, always hangin' 'round
Let me tell you honey, we gonna move away from here
I don't need no iceman, I'm gonna, get you a Frigidaire
When we move, way out on the outskirts of town
Whoa, you see we won't need no-body, always hangin' 'round

[Keyboard Solo]

It may seem funny honey, funny as can be
If we have a dozen children, you know they AW-LL-all better look like me
When we move, way back 'a town
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, we won't need no-body, always hanging around
We don't need nobody baby, AW-LL-always hanging 'round
Hangin' 'round
Hangin' 'round





RAY CHARLES - "I'm Gonna Move To The Outskirts of Town" lyrics
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 05:23 pm
Ah, I love the "Genius plus Soul equals jazz", edgar. And from the archives, a Beatle song:


I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh and
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before,
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords.

I saw a film today oh, boy
The english army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had a look
Having read the book,
I'd love to turn you on...

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

Ah

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all,
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall.
I'd love to turn you on...
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 06:04 pm
tonight on WA2K, some punk rock

Hanging around
Stranglers

Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us
And she's got the barley fever
But she doesn't make a sound
She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around

Down the court road early
With the Hustlers big and burly
There's a million of 'em selling
And the buyers can be found
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around

[CHORUS:]
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
Cos he's alright in the city
Cos he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)

One of 'em comes over
Got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkey's getting grinner
But his eyes are on the ground
He's just hanging around
He's just hanging around

I'm moving to a coleheme
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But their eyes are on the ground
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around

[CHORUS 2x]

He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around


Teenage Kicks
Undertones

Are teenage dreams so hard to beat
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good

I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night

I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos i'm all alone
I need exitement oh i need it bad
And its the best, i've ever had

I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night

I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night



Ever Fallen In Love With Someone
Buzzcocks

You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you
And that's worse

Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with

I can't see much of a future
Unless we find out what's to blame
What a shame
And we won't be together much longer
Unless we realize that we are the same

Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with

You disturb my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I'll only end up losing you
And that's worse

Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with

Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
Fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with


Another Girl, Another Planet
The Only Ones

I always flirt with death
I could kill, but I don't care about it
I can face your threats
Stand up tall and scream and shout about it

I think I'm on another world with you
I'm on another planet with you

You always get under my skin
I don't find it irritating
You always play to win
I don't need rehabilitating

Another girl, another planet
Another girl, another planet

Space travels in my blood
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Long journeys wear me out
Oh God we won't live without it

Another girl is loving you now
Another planet, forever holding you down
Another planet



Gary Gilmore's Eyes
The Adverts

I'm lying in a hospital,
I'm pinned against the bed.
A stethoscope upon my heart,
A hand against my head.
They're peeling off the bandages.
I'm wincing in the light.
The nurse is looking anxious,
And she's quivering in fright...

I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

The doctors are avoiding me.
My vision is confused.
I listen to my earphones,
And I catch the evening news.
A murderer's been killed,
And he donates his sight to science.
I'm locked into a private ward.
I realise that I must be...

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

I smash the light in anger.
Push my bed against the door.
I close my lids across my eyes,
And wish to see no more.
The eye receives the messages,
And sends them to the brain.
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same...

When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

Gary don't need his eyes to see.
Gary and his eyes have parted company.


(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais
The Clash

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 06:16 pm
Friday night. Time to jump in the shower. I sing tonight. But I wouldn't leave without one last song for our listeners. Feels like a Neil Diamond night.

Signs

Words and Music by Neil Diamond

Signs that burn like shooting stars
that pass across the nighttime skies,
they reach out in their mystic language
for us to read between the lines.
Some are born who would defy them,
others still who would deny them, signs.

Signs like moments hung suspended,
echoes just beneath the heart
speak in voices half remembered
and half forgotten play their part.
Signs that come as we lay sleeping
left behind for our keeping, signs.

Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).

Signs that whisper in the dreams of sailors
and of river queens of paupers and of men with means,
it all depends on how it reads.
Some are born who never need them,
others still who never read them, signs.

Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).
Signs, signs.

Some are born who never need them,
others still who never read them, signs.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 06:22 pm
Hey, all. I'll be back later. Food, food, food, and not for thought--for real.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 07:11 pm
Dear, dj, Those are such unusual songs--hanging around stranglers with Gary Gilmore eyes. YIKES! I think I like the Teenage Kicks far better. <smile>

Bob, honey, knock 'em dead with Neil, but watch out for those street crossing girls! Showered and shaved on his way to the cave.

It's that time of night, listeners:



(Chorus)
Why does Monday come after Tuesday
Why do summers start in June
Why do winters come too soon
Why do people fall in love
When they're always breaking up, oh why

Why do I love you, tell me why

It's not like I can explain whats in my heart
It's just I feel a crazy pain with we're apart
I don't wanna breathe
I don't wanna think
I don't wain love
I don't wanna do anything

It's not like I can't describe what's going on
It's just I feel I'm not alive when your not home
I don't wannna sleep
I don't wanna be
I just want you here beside me
Without you there's no me

3T
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 07:30 pm
and for my goodnight song:

In a sentimental mood
I can see the stars come through my room
While your loving attitude
Is like a flame that lights the gloom
On the wings of every kiss
Drifts a melody so strange and sweet
In this sentimental bliss
You make my paradise complete
Rose petals seem to fall
It's all I could dream to call you mine
My heart's a lighter thing
Since you made this night a thing divine
In a sentimental mood
I'm within a world so heavenly
For I never dreamt that you'd be loving sentimental me.

From your Letty with love.
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Eva
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 09:40 pm
I heard a perfect, exquisitely beautiful little song again today, and I had completely forgotten that this gem was written by Lennon & McCartney. I've been humming it all day.


I WILL

Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will
I will.
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 10:40 pm
Good evening everyone,

Jitwoil, I will not buy another apple product in my life.

I'm going to try to find Woman by John Lennon to post it.
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 10:44 pm
Woman
John Lennon

(For the other half of the sky)

Woman I can hardly express
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success

Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of the man
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to your heart
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars

Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again

I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0a/180px-John_Lennon_Snapshot.jpg
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 10:52 pm
Angela
By John Lennon


Sister, there's a wind that never dies
Sister, we're breathing together
Sister, our love and hopes forever keep on moving oh so slowly in the world

They gave you sunshine
They gave you sea
They gave you everything but the jailhouse key
They gave you coffee
They gave you tea
They gave you everything but equality

Angela, can you hear the earth is turning?
Angela, the world watches you
Angela, you soon will be returning to your sisters and brothers in the world

Sister, you're still a people teacher
Sister, your word reaches far
Sister, there's a million different races but we all share the same future in the world

They gave you sunshine
They gave you sea
They gave you everything but the jailhouse key
They gave you coffee
They gave you tea
They gave you everything but equality

Angela, they put you in prison
Angela, they shot down your man
Angela, you're one of the millions of political prisoners in the world

Can someone give me any information on this song? I'm sure I don't have this or heard it before. Love it! I dedicate it to my friends who are hoping for peace, and freedom via their art, and poetry, and for the world.
Night all
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jun, 2005 11:29 pm
Cool And this last one I dedicate to a few members of my family. They know who they are. Cool

Working Class Hero
John Lennon


As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ******* crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ******* peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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booman2
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 01:01 am
Hey Letty!...Look who stumbled in while you were asleep. Cool
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 01:03 am
Hi booman - you obviously used WA2K's intermission very well :wink:
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booman2
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 01:18 am
Yeah Walter, I''ve been unable to get on for over a week. I was about to go to bed when I decided to try one new approach and..voila! Shocked
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booman2
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 02:00 am
I see on the previous page there is mention of one of my favorite Albums By The Right Reverend, "Genius PLus Soul = Jazz"...Almost makes me wanna' do my song from it so late............Okay..Okay, If you insist. Rolling Eyes
....Here let me get in the mood:
..... Cool ....Well you said before I met you,
...............That Yo' life was very tame,
................But I took you to a night club,
................And the who-ole band knew your name,

...............But oh-h baby, I got news fuh' you,
...............And if you think that jive wll do...I got news fuh yo-ou,

..............Well you recieved a diamond watch,
..............You said it was from Uncle Joe,
..............But I looked at the inscription,
.............. It said lo-o-ve from Daddi-o-o,

..............And oh Baby...I got news fuh you,
..............Well if you think that jive will do...I got news fuh yo-ou,

.............Well You said you would be late,
.............'Cause you took the wrong express,
.............But then you walked in smilin',
.............With yo' lipstick all'a mess,

............And oho baby...I got news for you,
............Some how yo'story don't rang true...An I got news fuh yo-ou

................. Cool Thank ye-ew.....thank ya' very much.....tha..thank you folks...please..I gottago now.. Cool
............
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 04:55 am
Good morning, WA2K fans.

Eva and Angel, thank you for the John Lennon melodies. What a waste of talent and how strange to me that some people will do anything to get one moment in the sun. I do wonder if John would be still performing had some weird guy not decided to go for the 15 minutes.

Booman, Welcome back

We have yitwail to thank for helping our Boo to get back into the studios.

Speaking of fifteen minutes, I watched a rerun of a DeNiro movie last night called "Fifteen Minutes". Seeing it reminded me of how the media can exploit people.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 05:21 am
Jacques-Yves Cousteau

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
(Redirected from Jacques Cousteau)

Jacques-Yves Cousteau (June 11, 1910-June 25, 1997) was a French naval officer, explorer and researcher who studied the sea and all forms of life in water. Cousteau was born in Saint André de Cubzac, France and died in Paris. Cousteau is generally known in France as le commandant Cousteau (Commander Cousteau).

In 1930 he was admitted to the École Navale (Naval Academy) in Brest and became a gunnery officer of the French Navy, which gave him the opportunity to make his first underwater experiments. He was training to become a pilot, but a serious car accident ended his aviation career. In 1936 he tested a model of underwater eyeglasses, perhaps the ancestors of modern masks.

Married in 1937 to Simone Melchior, he took part in World War II, and during the conflict he found the time to be co-inventor, with Emile Gagnan, of the first type of SCUBA diving equipment, the Aqua-Lung in 1943. Among the things that prompted him to develop efficient air-breathing diving free-swimming diving gear, were two oxygen toxicity accidents that he had earlier with rebreathers.

In the post-WWII years, still a naval officer, he developed techniques for the minesweeping of France's harbors and explored shipwrecks.

Named the president of the French Oceanographic Campaigns, in 1950 he bought his famous ship Calypso, with which he visited the most interesting waters of the planet, including some rivers. During these trips he produced many books and films. Cousteau won three Oscars for The Silent World, The Golden Fish and World Without Sun, as well as many other top awards including the Palme d'Or in 1956 at the Cannes Film Festival. His work did a great deal to popularize knowledge of underwater biology.

In 1963 with Jean de Wouters Cousteau developed the underwater camera named "Calypso-Phot" which was later licensed to Nikon and became the "Calypso-Nikkor" and then the "Nikonos".

Together with Jean Mollard he created the SP-350, an two-man submarine that could reach a depth of 350 m below the ocean's surface. The successful experiment was soon repeated in 1965 with two submarines that reached 500 m.

Cousteau was made director of the Oceanographic Museum of Monaco, created the Underseas Research Group in Toulon, was the leader of the Conshelf Saturation Dive Program (long-term immersion experiments, the first manned undersea colonies) and was one of the few foreigners that has been admitted to the American Academy of Sciences.

Cousteau's popularity was increasing. In October 1960, a large amount of radioactive waste was going to be discarded in the sea by EURATOM. Cousteau organized a publicity campaign which gained wide popular support. The train carrying the waste was stopped by women and children sitting on the railway, and was sent back to its origin. The risk was avoided.

In Monaco, the following November, an official visit by the French president Charles de Gaulle turned into a debate on the events of October 1960 and on nuclear experiments in general. The French ambassador already had suggested that Prince Rainier avoid the subject, but the president (allegedly) asked Cousteau in a friendly manner to be kind toward nuclear researchers, and Cousteau (allegedly) replied: "No sir, it is your researchers that ought to be kind toward us." During this discussion Cousteau found out that the reason for French experiments and research was American refusal to share its atomic secrets with its allies.

In 1974 he created the Cousteau Society for the protection of ocean life, which now has more than 300,000 members.

In 1977, together with Peter Scott, he received the UN international environment prize, and a few years later he also received the American Liberty Medal from Jimmy Carter, then president of the United States.

In 1992 he was invited to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, for the United Nations' international conference on environment and development, then he became a regular consultant for the UN and the World Bank.

Legacy

Cousteau liked to call himself an "oceanographic technician." He was in reality a sophisticated lover of nature, especially that of the sea. His work allowed people of all continents to visit life under the ocean's surface and explore through television the resources of the "blue continent."

The works that Cousteau produced also created a new kind of scientific communication that caused some criticism by formal academics. The so-called divulgationisme, a simple comprehensible form of sharing scientific concepts, was soon used for other disciplines too and became one of the most important and appreciated characteristics of modern TV broadcasting. The documentary information found in Cousteau's words a linear scheme to follow.

Now Cousteau's figure is admired, beloved worldwide through the many who love the sea, and is regarded to with a sort of devotion, as symbolic of adventure, nature and exploration.

Jacques Cousteau died on June 25, 1997, and is buried in the Cousteau family plot at Saint-André-de-Cubzac Cemetery, Saint-André-de-Cubzac, France.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Cousteau
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Francis
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 05:29 am
Nice bio to start the day, Bob, my friend!
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 11 Jun, 2005 05:44 am
Yes, Francis. Our Bob knows how to salute the right people. Thank you, Boston.

Our sea here on the East coast of Florida is sounding off today, listeners, and I'm trying to think of some way to send the rain to msolga.<smile>

Mother nature makes no difference between the destitute and the affluent, folks. I saw in the news last evening that a one million dollar seawall has been crumbling into rack and ruin since the last hurricane season, and the erosion of the sand and the dunes is alarming. Sadly, there are no sea oats left.

Hey, if this keeps up, I may soon have beach front property.


What colour is a heartache
From a love lost at sea
What shade of memory never fades
But lingers to eternity
How dark is the light of the day
That sleepless eyes of mine survey
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold as you
How is one heart chosen
To never lie at peace
How many moments remain
Is there not one of sweet release
And who's the stranger at my door
To haunt my dreams forever more
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold as you (as you)

I lie awake in the morning
As the waves wash on the sand
I hold my hurt at bay
I hold the lives of his children in my hands

And who's plea will receive no answer
Who's cry is lost upon the wind
Who's the voice so familiar
Whispers my name as the night comes in
And who's wish never fails to find
My vacant heart on Valentines
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold as you
As you
As you

Ron Hynes
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