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So tell that someone that you love Just what you're thinking of If tomorrow never comes...
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Great song with lyrics never so true
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Ex These are such powerful lyrics! I suspect many of us feel this way! We have loved some-one and failed to convey how much....  A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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Here is a song I like a lot. Bruce Cockburn - Last Night of The World "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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live each day as it’s your last I wish l could hold you kiss you taste you once if tomorrow never cuMs hope your weekend is good Ex I’m pretty much settled in takin it easy been limbing up trees sprucing up the place to sell!
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very nice
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Yes, tomorrow carries no guarantees.
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especially true as we near our expiration date. Good post
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You only live once my dear Ex💋
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That's a great Garth song!
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I like GB. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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8/6/2023 12:07 pm |
Garth sang this one too, "ExnameForUse", but the guy that wrote it does it best, for you on a Sunday, hope it cheers you up''' "When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I will never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rolling sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain't seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the Earth for you To make you feel my love To make you feel my love..." Bob Dylan
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8/7/2023 5:18 pm |
"Stewart, this is an amazing tune and the lyrics are just breathtaking... will listen tomorrow on my way to the office... thank you very much, and please just call me Ex, shorter an easier and it is I think the name I would respond in the street I think if someone would say it here by any chance " Did you listen to this song this morning on your way to work, Ex? If so, here's another, sung by a guy that's one of my ALL TIME favorites. It was written by a good friend of his, David Rodriguez, who KNEW his friend Lyle Lovett would just hit it out of the park when he sang it, and he DID! "The Ballad of the Snow Leopard and The Tanqueray Cowboy" Comfort me, said she, With your conversation, With the cocktails And the candlelight In your eyes; It's funny how we hunger For some inspiration, And everything else that money just won't buy. Men have lied, Many good girls have gone astray, Just to hear the gypsy play one more lilting cowboy tune, And as the rivers run dry, And the mountains blow away, They sing of lovers and how they lay, Beneath this crazy frontier moon. I ain't no golden boy, I ain't no Grecian dancer, And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy from the West, I'm not the kind of man with all the answers, But I surely know the songs that suit me best. But lately I've had something on my mind, It's growing stronger all the time, Calling out when I'm alone, But I'm a poet And I'm bound to walk the line, Between the real and the sublime, And give the muses back their own. It's a penny for your thoughts, It's a dollar for your kisses, Keep a running tab on the time, 'Cause what I've got the most of Is what she misses, The clock is hers, The hourglass is mine. But I'm her lover, Not a man bent on revenge, Hanging out here on the fringe, Of my native borderlands. Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head, Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge, Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand.
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