Jan 23, 2014

lyrical value

In a world so distorted
Where the worst is best reported
Love maybe something
That will see us through


There maybe girls that I'll remember
That made me happy for a while
But none of them compare with you my love
However hard they they all may try

If the bus that we're taking
Has for ages kept us waiting



WOW O WOW O WOW
What strength of meaning portrayed innocently from a time decades ago
When the singer plied his trade performing songs on an instrument with Gilbert it was
A piano he has been a difficult artist to pin down but full of warmth and real value in the meaning of the songs
Not that some artist these days are not strong in the same values and traditions some of my latest sounds are familiar in emotional structure and affirming values but these have not yet stood that simple test of time.

When the evening is over
Put your head upon my shoulder
And I'll tell you something
I believe is true

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"