Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Home is where the heart is...happy birthday love ~
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's hard earned pay,
You and me Sunday driving,
Not arriving on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home,
We're going home.
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
Lifting latches on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home,
We're going home.
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun.
You and me chasing paper,
Getting nowhere on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home.
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead]
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun.
You and me chasing paper,
Getting nowhere on our way back home
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home,
We're on our way home
The Beatles
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Monday, November 24, 2008
In case you're listening...
by Jack Bruce
Please open your eyes.
Try to realize.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
Please open your mind.
See what you can find.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.
by Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveler,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold North wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
There's ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveler
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
There's ice on the window,
She's lonely alone.
Photo by Jerry Yates 2006
© 2008 Gerard T Yates
Friday, November 14, 2008
Your Love Is Forever
Sublime in the summertime, warm and lazy . . .
These are perfect days like Heaven's about here,
But unlike summer came and went -
Your love is forever,
I feel it and my heart knows
That we share it together.
Resigned to the wintertime's cold and dreary
Peering into fire flames, burning I know
That unlike winter came and went
Your love is forever
I feel it and my heart knows
That we share it together
I feel it and my heart knows you're the one
The guiding light in all your love shines on
The only lover worth it all
Your love is forever.
The Beatles - Here, There and Everywhere
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Another side to the curve...
There are moments when complete panic rushes over me
Realization…you are truly gone, not coming back…not coming back
Gone…gone…smiles in photographs, kisses and hands held
Love notes written on tiny pieces of paper stuck to the bathroom mirror
In the refrigerator, on the steering wheel of the car…love notes…
Self-portraits…your voice, whispers endearing words everlasting love devotion
Eternal muse…eternal connection…twin flame, soul mate, husband
Repeat over and over…you can’t build your home in the cemetery Trilby
Jerry would want you to be happy – Jerry would want you to find joy
Jerry would want you to move forward…move forward…
One day, one word at a time…one step forward two steps back…
In the quiet of the night when nothing seems to matter, when nothing can
penetrate my sorrow a distant, yet clear voice speaks softly,
“…Hi babe, all's well, don't worry…I love you Trilby…”
Only then sleep takes my heart and we enter a temporary place of peace…
© 2008 Trilby Yates
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