Missionary Man - Eurythmics

Well I was born an original sinner.
I was borne from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill
For all the things Ive done
Thered be a mountain of money
Piled up to my chin...

My mother told me good
My mother told me strong.
She said be true to yourself
And you cant go wrong.
But theres just one thing
That you must understand.
You can fool with your brother -
But dont mess with a missionary man.

Dont mess with a missionary man.
Dont mess with a missionary man.

Well the missionary man
Hes got God on his side.
Hes got the saints and apostles
Backin up from behind.
Black eyed looks from those Bible books.
Hes a man with a mission
Got a serious mind.
There was a woman in the jungle
And a monkey on a tree.
The missionary man he was followin me.
He said stop what youre doing.
Get down upon your knees.
Ive got a message for you that you better believe.

Sarah Brightman - Anytime Anywhere

Another one of those songs that refuses to leave your head for days on end. .




SARAH BRIGHTMAN - ANYTIME, ANYWHERE

Strade son' cambiate.
Faccie son' diverse.
Era la mia città.
Non la conosco più.
La ora io sono solo un' estranea
Senza patria.

I remember you were there.
Any one emotion.
Any true devotion.
Anytime, anywhere.


Case son' cambiate.
Voci son' diverse.
Era la mia città.
Non la conosco più.
La ora io sono solo un' estranea
Senza patria.


I remember you were there.
Any one emotion.
Any true devotion.
Anytime, anywhere.


Tanti, anni son' passati.
Vite son' cambiate.
Era la mia città.
Non la conosco più.
E ora io sono solo un' estranea
Senza patria.

As long as I am here..

Listen to this beautiful song:



AS LONG AS I AM HERE – PRIME CIRCLE
I find that I am shaking,
From my head down to my feet,
My hands are sweating so bad
And I can barely speak.
Read between the lines here
Dunno what to think,
It’s a guessing game…

Was it the face?
Was it the moves?
Was it the way that she just knew me?
Was it the meaning behind every smile
I Try to walk, but can’t leave
Her eyes, they pierce right through me
But I don’t care
As long as I am here

Chorus

I can’t move cos I’m under her spell
Can’t breath, as a side-effect from this
And I know that this will be, the ends of me…
I can’t move cos I’m under her spell
Can’t breath, as a side-effect from this
And I don’t care,
As long as I am here

My head’s a mess
But at the time clearer,
And I’m feeling so content
But unsure,
Reaching out, reaching in,
Wish I knew what you were dreaming,
And I never want to ever let this go.

Rainy Days..

It's raining again..I have pity for the parents who have to keep their kids busy indoors for another day..
The view from my bedroom window, is spectacular with the mist

just covering the mountain top.
Raindrops clinging to leaves..looks likebeads of crystal on a Christmas tree.

I reminisce about an evening spent with my best friend over a lovely bottle of wine.
She loves the Dixie Chicks and her favourite song at the moment is this one:
Not ready to make nice

The lyrics are beautiful.

Dixie Chicks - Not ready to make nice

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and i kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting