21-07-2018, 02:35 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Nice problem to have, the wife and daughter have just come in, yet another person thought they are sisters, you can see who has had all the stress.
You must be a good-looking man Spitty.
21-07-2018, 03:04 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Nice problem to have, the wife and daughter have just come in, yet another person thought they are sisters, you can see who has had all the stress.
21-07-2018, 03:19 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Sweetie pie
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There were nights when the wind was so cold That my body froze in bed if I just listened to it
Right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were drying up forever (forever)
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but it's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby, baby
If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago but it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago but it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist and it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But it's all coming back
There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper
There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we'd count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever (forever)
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago but it's all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, baby, baby
If you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind but it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see all coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies all coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget and it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see all coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies all coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now
And when you kiss me like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we
Songwriters: Jim Steinman
21-07-2018, 03:52 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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That was Meatloaf, and someone else.
21-07-2018, 05:15 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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must try and track that down then?
21-07-2018, 07:37 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
My oh my, you all have been very good, I’m sorry but I forgot to bring you all back a stick of Kerry rock, maybe next time.We had a terrific weeks break, great craic and you just can’t beat the local talent for music, singing, and tall tales, sure it does your old heart a treat. I’m slightly annoyed because I left a bottle of the finest potion money can buy on the train coming home, strictly for medicinal purposes you understand, fat chance of getting it back though.
I witnessed a robbery on a Ladies dressmaking shop while in Tralee, two men were carrying out rolls of cloth and putting them into a white van, they were caught red handed.
The case comes up next month, I may be called as a material witness.
What the hell is a material witness anyway? any answers there Pug me lad?
Ah yes Kerry rock, rural rock took over from the traditional Irish dancing. I remember this rural rock song by that very heavy Spanish rocker, El Ton Jon.
The Crocky Stile Rock
I remember when rock was young
Me and Molly stepped in some cow dung
Holding hands and skinning carrots
On an old tractor I borrowed from the Barrets
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the cocky stile rock
While other nasty kids were in the dock
We were hopping and bopping to the crocky stile rock.
I have to nip out now with a present for my favourite girl in the bookies, she’s the cause of all me trebles
. God love her she’ll be working until 10 tonight.
See you later.
21-07-2018, 09:56 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Thank you Sweetie.I'm not going to push to get me poteen back, the stuff is illegal, nuff said.
Which brings me along nicely to a singing teacher we had at school, well she was just an ordinary teacher who sang and fancied herself as professional operatic material. I was thinking about her on the long train journey home.
She was a heavy woman and when she filled her lungs with air her huge bust would raise up like a pair of party balloons within her dark green twinset, us boys thought she would burst.
She stressed the importance of pronouncing every word of a song properly and would wet her fat right index finger and wipe the corners of her lips “To remove the cobwebs before we start” we were supposed to do likewise. Next she straightened out her hand, held it out in front of her face and stuffed four fingers into her mouth to “Expand the outlet” a scary vision of a python trying to swallow a whole pig springs to mind whilst witnessing this manoeuvre.
Then she’d start off with that woeful late 18th century piece only fit for funerals and Lord Edgeware’s drawing room on a wet Sunday afternoon, “The Harp that once through Tara’s Halls” She used to say that she had a trained voice but it must have been trained by Vincent O’Brien because she sounded like one of his thoroughbreds neighing for attention with a wasp trapped under it’s tail.
Is it any wonder my generation warmly embraced Rock n Roll in the late 50’s?
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