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zondag 6 november 2011 19:15 :: Onderwerp: Jon Mark & Johnny Almond

The Girl at table 4 (1978)




Vivaldi's Song (1978)

Lady, when you love me
I feel home, sweet home
Inside of you
This garden's sure to grow
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Parrots eye the fruit
And we make love
Between the harpsichords and glutes
Our green limbs intertwine
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives locked together
We weather the wind and rain
We're on the farm
We're safe from harm
Inside this circle of summertime
Both of us know is our love.

Lovers from the past
With poison smiles
All pray our love will never last
But we are trees, not vines
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

As the song begins
These shipwrecks fade
Behind a wave of violins
Vivaldi made us rhyme
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives locked together
We weather the wind and rain
We are the farm
We're safe from harm
Inside this circle of summertime
Both of us know is our love.

Lonely People



Other People's Room



Here I am, on your phonograph again
What kind of place
Did you bring me to this time
Is it a room so small
But there's hardly room at all.

Other people's rooms are they cheery are they bright?
Other people's lives, do they always turn out right?
Do they always lock the door?
Wishing they had someone to open it for?
Just a little room of there own
And all the music that I play,
Is just for the times that I get to slip away
And lose myself in other people's rooms.

Other people's rooms, are they fancy or just plain?
Other people's dreams, are they really just the same?
Everyone needs a corner of their own
Everyone needs a place to come home
Just a little room of their own.

And all the music that I play
Is just for the times that I get to slip away,
And lose myself
In other people's rooms

Hear the music play,
In other people's rooms
All the love is there,
In other people's rooms,
Hear the music play
In other people's rooms
All the love is there
In other people's rooms.

The City



Well, last night I slept in the open
Down by a redwood tree
Yes, last night I slept last night in the open
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free

I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
It's just a long long long long lonely taxi ride
Going nowhere.
Going nowhere.

Well, I slept last night in the open
(It gets so hot in the city)
Down by a redwood tree
(It gets so hot in the city)
Yes, I slept last night in the open
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free.

I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
It's just a long long long lonely taxi ride
Going nowhere ...
Going nowhere ...

New York State of Mind - Return to the City



Nightmusic



The Bay



What Am I Living For



What I say to my best friend:
Can't you see for a mess I made?
Daddy, you talked me to drink whisky
But my mama, she died from a drinking gin

My brother, he works any coal mine
Works so hard, get his pain
My sister, she believes in sweet Lord Jesus
And she's waiting for redemption day

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Tell me my friend hasn't that been done before?

I remember my first job
I was singing with the band
Every payday came around
I take my money from the man.

He said "Now, spend it wisely, boy
Or save it while you have the time."
But I could drunk on a stand
And I blew the bag
Now I'm standing in the unemployment line.

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Tell me my friend hasn't that been done before?

I had need a sweet woman
Mine
Until the sun don't shine
I came home one morning early
I found her with a friend of mine.

It's not so much I needed her
But, oh God
How to stay away?
Packing my bag and I hit the road
And I've never seen her to these days

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Listen my friend that's all been done before.

Just a Friend



I see her every day, but she turns her face away
Her eyes tell me the pain in her heart
Why I ask myself again
"Does she stay with the man who brings her pain?"
But she forgives him just a same

When she cries she comes to me - as a friend, just a friend
And I know she loves me - as a friend
But, if she could know the pain I feel when she goes to him again
The memory still remains.

He will greet me with a smile as he does everyday
Questions crying in his eyes I turn away
But comes the night refrain I'll be with her again
Even though I'm just a friend.

But comes the night refrain
I'll be with you again
Even though I'm just a friend - just a friend ...

The Ghetto



Here I am, standing all alone.
Seems like I'm a thousand miles from home.
You know I never did I have a friend.
You know I never had a dollar that I could lend.
And sometimes I get down on my knees
I wonder if He sees.

New York City is where I'm from.
Down there in the ghetto, where you don't come.
Seems like my life has passed me by.
And you tell me, tears of joy,
But I tell you, I cry
And sometimes I get down on my knees
I wonder if He sees.
I wonder if He sees.

Don't give me liquor for my pain.
All my friends they never came back again.
Nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide.
Just me in the ghetto with you looking in from outside.
And sometimes I get down on my knees
I wonder if He sees.
I wonder if He sees.
And sometimes I get down on my knees
I wonder if He sees.
I wonder if He sees.
I wonder if He sees.
I wonder if He sees.

You Look Just Like A Girl Again



I know you must get weary
Of the years you can not hide
But sometimes when your eyes, smiling
I can still see the girl, inside
In the dark I can be so many men
In the dark you're every woman then
But in the light I can see your face again
In the light, you look just like a girl again
You look just like a girl again.

All these tender moments then we had our dreams upon
Can we ever be as children or are we now so fare beyond
In the light gets me drifting way back when
Tonight in the light, oh baby,
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again,
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again

And the light gets me drifting way back when
Tonight in the light, oh baby,
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again
You look just like a girl again, like a girl again

Sausalito Bay Suite - The Bridge



Then I Have You


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