General Chat

a few years ago me and Mary would sing S & G songs to each other on here.

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie ...

lol, yea good old google.
both are my favs

I have a feeling you're googling these lyrics.

At least mine is from memory.

I know that one too - can't remember the titles though

You're really testing me

I hear the drizzle of the rain

Like a memory it falls

Soft and warm continuing

Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind

Through the window of my eyes

I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets

To England where my heart lies

Oh - can't think what that's called.

Keep thinking Strawberry Fields but that's not right

When you're down and out
Feeling Small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all

I'm on your side
Woah when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
LIke a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Wonderful

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me, your
Cheeks fleshed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh, I love you girl
Oh, I love you

Oh yeah - so cool. Tall Art with the big hair and little biddy Paul with the weird lyrics.

Love 'em

oh my, S & G now we are talking

Oooh - now you're asking.

How about some Simon & Garfunkel.

Or Elvis

yea go on try me

I fear the standard is slipping.

Don't like that one

Do they take requests?

one from Mr tommy fish eggs.

Dizzy, I'm so dizzy my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool it never ends
And it's You girl makin' it spin
You're making me dizzy

Yeeesss, recognise the words, can't remember the tune.

Hmm

Must be getting old

love the intro to this one.

Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Lock up the streets and houses
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Hand out the arms and ammo
We're going to blast our way through here
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together
Now

now "I heard it through the grape vine" Mr Gaye

I'll be back in a while

Just have to do some work and boss has returned.

Keep me informed what's playing though

Oooooooh I say

And I don't even know you

*blushes furiously*

how about a bit of "T'aime Moi NoN plus"