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About Me
- No Roses
- Once upon a time, in the heady, giddy world of the eightees, somewhere between discos and vodka tonics, a young girl met a prince. The prince later on turned into a frog and hopped away, but not without leaving her with two squirming tadpoles. But God was good and the tadpoles grew up and turned into a handsome prince and a beautiful princess. This is the story of my world, and the castle (or the pond?) I live in. No bed of roses for me, but my prince and princess have given me garlands of sweetness!
my garlands of sweetness
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Dearest Esmeralda, in another age
Antiques would be modern, we would be the rage
Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace
Love would be the passion and the saving grace
I slept one rainy night with you in Paris
Made up for a thousand wasted years
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
I close my eyes and you make love appear
Dancing in the shimmer of a crystal chandelier
Shadows singin so low only we could hear
Moving to the glimmer, shaking to the storm
Outside it was raging, but inside it was warm
We said goodnight in the candlelight and thunder
Now I wake and find youre never there
Im becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that Im still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go underground
Romance lasts forever, love dont fade away
They may take our future, but they dont stop yesterday
Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris
we were part of some artists design
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
In the gray around me how you shine
Oh oh, how you shine
Morningside
The old man died
And no one cried
They simply turned away
And when he died
He left a table made of nails and pride
And with his hands,
He carved these words inside
'For my children'
Morning light
Morning bright
I spent the night
With dreams that make you weep
Morning time
Wash away the sadness
From these eyes of mine
For I recall the words an old man signed
'For my children'
And the legs were shaped with his hands
And the top made of oaken wood
And the children
That sat around this great table
Touched it with their laughter
Ah, and that was good
Morningside
An old man died
And no one cried
He surely died alone
And truth is sad
For not a child would claim the gift he had
The words he carved became his epitaph
'For my children'
Yes I will
Indeed I will
If I may, if I might
If I can
Once upon a passing night dream
He beheld a mystic image
Bathed in blue reflection
Then he stood and made his song
Closed his eyes to feel the thunder
Echo like a wave around him
Love was in this strange house
And he knew he did belong,
Yes he did belong
Yes I will,
'Deed I will, if I can
And cold it was within the marrow
Waiting like the wounded sparrow
Helpless and forgotten
While the radio played on
Sing your song you fool, you dreamer
Cross the space that lies between us
Cast the stones of fortune
For the journey has begun,
Yes it has begun
So you do,
So you want to be giving
Say it out loud if you need to be holy
So you do,
So you want to be loving
Say it out now
If you need to be holier still
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Say you do, Say you want to be giving
Say it out loud if you need to be holy,
And you do and you want to be loving
Say it out now
If you need to be holier still
So it seems or so it may be
I can't know for sure but lately seems
I'm on a journey
To a place I've never been
And baby if I had the answers
I would lay them all before you
Plainly it's a circle,
One that ends and then begins,
And begins again
Yes I will,
'Deed I will if I can
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