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In my ears right now...thestuffiforgetthatidownloaded
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Playing in Margaritaville
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One fo my favorites, probably a repeated post.
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Some old skool slowjams I listened to while drifting off to sleep this afternooon....
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Slumber Music
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When you’re older look you in the eye
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*Late night dream land music to fall asleep listening to*
*Good night and sweet dreams to all* :blueheels: |
The sea gulls screaming outside
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That's Life >< Frank Sinatra
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In my ears right now...
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Morning Has Broken Cat Stevens Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, Eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day :wateringgarden: :lips: |
Year Of The Cat Al Stewart On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, "I feel my life Just like a river running through" The year of the cat Why she looks at you so coolly? And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat Year of the cat :dance2: |
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