Noel and Carol
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Noel Gallagher is a great songwriter. So is Carol King. Different types of music but both a special part of the years they influenced.
Thanks to Emily for a lovely bit of piano with a good set of chords that kept me on my toes.
Probably the last mix for this year so thanks to everyone for the music and ideas and all the best for Xmas and the new year
On the road back from Boston near a town of my dreams
You spoke of the waiting yes the waiting for me
And you said I was precious and if handled with care
I Could be a good companion for someone out there
But for you it was too late the last bus had gone
It had started with good love but now the love had gone wrong
I was hurt by the honesty bruised by the words
But your leaving was something I knew would occur
For despite all my trying I knew I caused the pain
And your love was now something I’d not see again
And old Martin Simpson had once sung of life
For the purest to handle and keep in the light
But I was hard fashioned with an ebony heart
For me it was always a poor place to start
I was dancing with shadows and romancing my dreams
Lost in the darkness at best inbetween
They say gods are for those who find lifes a hard road
A crutch to rely on when all else just goes
But for me they are pillows on which I can dream
And at Xmas especially a place to be seen
With my hat and my ho ho I’ll give of my best
When january comes round I’ll be like all the rest
And my new resolutions will be cast aside
I’ll put back on my old clothes when I sail on new tides
Thanks to Emily for a lovely bit of piano with a good set of chords that kept me on my toes.
Probably the last mix for this year so thanks to everyone for the music and ideas and all the best for Xmas and the new year
On the road back from Boston near a town of my dreams
You spoke of the waiting yes the waiting for me
And you said I was precious and if handled with care
I Could be a good companion for someone out there
But for you it was too late the last bus had gone
It had started with good love but now the love had gone wrong
I was hurt by the honesty bruised by the words
But your leaving was something I knew would occur
For despite all my trying I knew I caused the pain
And your love was now something I’d not see again
And old Martin Simpson had once sung of life
For the purest to handle and keep in the light
But I was hard fashioned with an ebony heart
For me it was always a poor place to start
I was dancing with shadows and romancing my dreams
Lost in the darkness at best inbetween
They say gods are for those who find lifes a hard road
A crutch to rely on when all else just goes
But for me they are pillows on which I can dream
And at Xmas especially a place to be seen
With my hat and my ho ho I’ll give of my best
When january comes round I’ll be like all the rest
And my new resolutions will be cast aside
I’ll put back on my old clothes when I sail on new tides