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‘Like real people do’ Hozier

LINK: Press for more of Hozier’s work followed by the extraordinary video of the Sergei Polunin dance directed by David Chapelle to ‘Take me to Church’ [written and sung by Hozier]

Lyrics to :”Like Real People Do”

I had a thought, dear
However scary
About that night
The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?
What did you bury
Before those hands pulled me
From the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask and neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know

So I will not ask you where you came from
I would not ask and neither would you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

I could not ask you where you came from
I could not ask and neither could you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We could just kiss like real people do

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windy~no sun today ~ let it go this too shall pass……

OK GO “This Too Shall Pass”
You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down
And you can’t keep draggin’ that dead weight around.
If there ain’t all that much to lug around,
Better run like hell when you hit the ground.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

You can’t stop these kids from dancin’.
Why would you want to?
Especially when yor already gettin’ yours.
‘Cause if your mind don’t move and your knees don’t bend,
well don’t go blamin’ the kids again.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

Let it go, this too shall pass.
Let it go, this too shall pass.

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

Hey!

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes!

 

OK Go ~ “This Too Shall Pass” from the album “Of the Blue Colour of the Sky” featuring The Notre Dame Marching Band, directed by Brian L. Perkins and OK GO.
tom ketchup

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Writing art: Orange. Louis Bourgeois

Stick with this one. You may have seen it already on my pages. She has been there for a time!!!

the poet who never  wrote a word
about  a life which all the others
wished they had
she was a lady
who lived
long
produced
all the works
which most the others
really  wished they could
~orange is not just a colour~ Gill McGrath  from my ‘Ode to the Artist’

Here is  a little more about Louis Bourgeois at the Tate:

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/louise-bourgeois-2351     next: Caravagio  

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Broken~ Jake Bugg

Jake of the extraordinary voice! (he writes all his own)
Press link for more on Jake Bugg  after the words of the song~

I’ll wait here for you for I’m broken
Down, coming down this town
For my heart lies

Far and away where they took you down
Led them over to your house
Where I’m broken
Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you
Still can’t see still my heart beats for you

Have become all I lost
And all I hoped for
But I must carry on
Always one never broken

Run to the lobby where I saw you try
Don’t give a damn for your reasons why
Why I’m broken
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Break a story of slonge
Peace and love in a future
Bright sacrifice came around
Never broken

Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you still can’t see
Travlin’ street that I did not know
Wheels like tong to the winter lope
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Songwriters
Kennedy, Jake / Hunt, Crispin

more on Jake Bugg

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Safe travels Lisa Hannigan

“Safe Travels (Don’t Die)”

Please eat your greens
and don’t sit close to screens,
your eyes are a means to an end.
And I would be sorry if, due to your hurry,
you were hit by a lorry my friend.
Like you always say,
Safe travels, don’t die, don’t die,
safe travels, don’t die.
Don’t walk on ice, no matter how nice,
how sturdy, enticing it seems.
Please cross at the lights
and don’t start fires or fights and
don’t dabble in heights on caffeine.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don’t die, don’t die,
safe travels, don’t die.
Don’t swallow bleach
out on Sandymount beach,
I’m not sure I’d reach you in time my boy.
Please don’t bungee jump
or ignore a strange lump
and a gasoline pump’s not a toy.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don’t die, don’t die,
safe travels, don’t die.

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Cherry wine- Hozier

More Hozier
a full 15minute concert

‘Cherry Wine’ Shot and edited by Dara Munnis Photography
https://www.facebook.com/daramunnis
Audio recorded live by Hozier.

“Cherry Wine”
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry
As she can be
I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly, but it’s clean
Oh mamma, don’t fuss over me

[Chorus:]
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother

But I want it, it’s a crime
That she’s not around most of the time

[Chorus:]
Way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I’m all but washed
In the tide of her breathing

And it’s worth it, it’s divine
I have this some of the time

[Chorus:]
Way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

 

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Sherry? Naah! I don’t drink Sherry. Don’t wanna come out tonight….

Not even if it was my birthday!  I’d rather have the money…… !   well that’s my words……

sing along with Frankie Vali And The Four Seasons to these words……

Sherry, Sherry, baby
Sherry, Sherry, baby
Sherry, baby
Sherry can you come out tonight
Sherry, baby
Sherry can you come out tonight

(Why don’t you come out)
To my twist party
(Come out)
Where the bright moon shines
(Come out)
We’ll dance the night away
I’m gonna make-a you mine

Sherry, baby
Sherry, can you come out tonight
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight)
You better ask your mama
Tell her everything is all right

(Why don’t you come out)
With your red dress on
(Come out)
You look so fine
(Come out)
Move it nice and easy
Girl, you make me lose my mind

Sherry, baby
Sherry, can you come out tonight
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight)


Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/frankie-valli-the-four-seasons/sherry-baby-lyrics/#DOcL6zXVBxmYKWc8.99

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Streets of London……Ralph McTell

The 4 minutes song sung by Ralph McTell shows real street scenes and people of London followed by a brief talk about how he came to write this simple haunting song. It was sung by guitar players even before hitting the charts in 1974 and many people learning to play the guitar today still start with this one……

Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man,
In the closed down market,
Picking up the papers,
With his worn out shoes,
In his eyes you see no pride,
And hanging loosely at his side,
Yesterdays paper,
Telling yesterdays news,
So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And have you seen the old dear,
Who walks the streets of London,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home,
In two carrier bags,
So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And in the all night cafe,
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man,
Sitting there on his own,
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
And each tea lasts an hour,
And he wanders home alone,
So how can you tell me that you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And have you seen the old man,
Outside the seaman’s mission,
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears,
And in the winter city,
The rain cries a little pity,
One more forgotten hero,
And a World that doesn’t care,
So how can you tell me that you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.
2014 12 09 winter shades jpg sig press
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