closed for summer break



closed for summer break, ursprünglich hochgeladen von eyeflyer

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Go n-eírí an bóthar leat.

May the road rise with you.

Wishing you always…
Walls for the wind,
A roof for the rain
And tea beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you,
Those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire

( irish blessing )

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Dandelion Wine

 

summer days were just a magazine, a magazine, a magazine…
cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
so i can see you soon…

fall swooned
left me drunk in a field
dandelion wine for a year
and i packed up the dust
of all that i owned
handkerchief hung from a pole
i rolled out the day that the apples fell…

Katie Melua

 

„In My Secret Life“

I saw you this morning,
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip,
On the past.
And I miss you so much,
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love,
In my secret life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do,
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth,
In my secret life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders,
I’ll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving ‚cross the borders,
Of my secret life.

Looked through the paper,
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people,
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it’s either black or white.
Thank God it’s not that simple,
In my secret life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told.
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone,
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold,
In my secret life

 

Leonard Cohen

the prince of the hours of her lifetime …



the prince of the hours of her lifetime …, ursprünglich hochgeladen von eyeflyer

http://www.homburgfest.ch/geschichte.asp

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SWEET SIR GALAHAD

Sweet Sir Galahad
came in through the window
in the night when
the moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
and shook the long hair
from his neck and he told her
she’d been working much too hard.
It was true that ever since the day
her crazy man had passed away
to the land of poet’s pride,
she laughed and talked alot
with new people on the block
but always at evening time she cried.

And here’s to the dawn of their days.

She moved her head
a little down on the bed
until it rested softly on his knee.
And there she dropped her smile
and there she sighed awhile,
and told him all the sadness
of those years that numbered three.
Well you know I think my fate’s belated
because of all the hours I waited
for the day when I’d no longer cry.
I get myself to work by eight
but oh, was I born too late,
and do you think I’ll fail
at every single thing I try?

And here’s to the dawn of their days.

He just put his arm around her
and that’s the way I found her
eight months later to the day.
The lines of a smile erased
the tear tracks upon her face,
a smile could linger, even stay.
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
with his gay bride of flowers,
the prince of the hours
of her lifetime.

And here’s to the dawn
of their days,
of their days.

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Well a song can live forever and a day An old ship goes to the breakers yard In a hundred years you’re gonna hear him play They won’t remember me for working hard

Remington’s logo with the slogan

„To Save Time is to Lengthen Life“.

How true is this?

my claim to fame

Well he’s a big star now
But I’ve been a fan of his for years
The way he sings and plays guitar
Still brings me to tears

I wouldn’t want to be a big deal
I wouldn’t want to be a celebrity
I spend my life building ships of steel
That’s all there ever was for me

Take a hammer to the sea belles
And shout my name
And I’ll sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

He spends his life in the studio
Jet planes and big black cars
Plays records on the radio
In all of the clubs and in all of the bars

By day he didn’t have a choice
You had to take a trade
You had no money and you had no voice
That’s the life I made

Take a hammer to the sea belles
And shout my name
And I’ll sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

That’s my claim to fame boys
That’s my claim to fame
To sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

Well a song can live forever and a day
An old ship goes to the breakers yard
In a hundred years you’re gonna hear him play
They won’t remember me for working hard

Now they’ve all gone away, all the boys and the girls
They yard is a grave where the river runs through
We used to build the ships for the whole wide world
Now we couldn’t do it if we wanted to

Take a hammer to the sea belles
And shout my name
I’ll sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

Take a hammer to the sea belles
And shout my name
I’ll sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

That’s my claim to fame boys
That’s my claim to fame
To sail the seas as free as a breeze
That’s my claim to fame

Mark Knopfler

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