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Took a walk in my neighborhood
It was two in the morning
By the sky train station

The streets were full of junkies and homeless
And they all wanted something
They all wanted something

And what am I supposed to do?
There are too many of you
Too many of you


And sometimes they look you straight in the eye
Saying "I, too, am human
You could easily be here
Easily be here"

Although we all hover between apathy and compassion
Fill up all our days with so much distraction
Whatever makes it easier to see what we don't want to

But we all live here
We all live here
We all live here, don't we?

Took a walk in my neighbourhood
It was two in the morning
By the sky train station

The streets were full of junkies and homeless
And they all wanted something
They all wanted something

And what am I supposed to do?
There are too many of you
Too many of you
 
Down by the river the water’s runnin’ low
As I wander underneath the trees
In the park outside of town
The leaves turned brown and yellow now
Are falling on the ground
Remembering the way you felt
Beside me here when love was new
That feeling’s just grown stronger
Since I fell in love with you
Now we’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
Winter wood piled on the porch
Walnuts scattered on the ground
And wood smoke risin’ to the sky
An old man comes home from work
And he hugs his wife in a sweat-stained shirt
Walks through that door to Where it’s warm inside
And I’m walking as the wind Rustles in the fallen leaves
My footsteps picking out a tune
My heart sings silently
Now we’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
See the roses dried and faded
The tall trees carved and painted
With long forgotten lovers’ names
Old cars standing empty
And dogs barking at me
As I walk through the quiet streets the same
If I could I’d tell you now
There are no roads that do not bend
And the days like flowers bloom and fade
And they do not come again
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
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The Stolen Child by the Waterboys. If I haven't started by the time Tomás Mac Eoin starts narrating the poem, well that sets me right off.
 
That one always gets me. It was my dad's favourite, and we had it at his funeral.
We did at my dad's or at least the version where David Attenborough narrates it. Dad loved nature, so I get it from that point of view, but I didn't want to get into an argument about putting on the better, original version.
 
This has been known to catch me off guard when it comes on the flash drive stick thingy ( whatever happened to cassette players, you knew where you were with them, armed with a pencil to take up the slack :D)

 


It was Grace
Stunned by the last light of the sun
We were swimming in a green sea, as deep as a drum
There are things I must record, must praise
There are things I have to say about the fullness and the blaze
Of this beautiful life

The beloved watched the world on its knees
With an infinite degree of separation
That was something to see

And my friend told me death is like taking off a tight shoe
And when I stopped looking for me
I was able to find you

Right there where everything is, transcendent
I can feel myself opening up, getting closer
No hope is enough

I've stopped hoping, I'm learning to trust
I came to under that red moon
I was completely crushed

Please use me
Please move through me
Please unscrew me
Please loosen me up

Make music with me
Make everything stop
Make noise and make silence with me
Make love

Let me be love
Let me be loving
Let me give love
Receive love
And be nothing but love

In love
And for love
And with love

In love
And for love
And with love

Surrender, I do surrender
Move through me
And feel me get out of the way
And tune into something more deep and reflective
Than what's to be achieved or perceived or affected
What's my problem?
I'm always drawn back to that wrestling match
Ten thoughts in the ring of my mind playing catch
I can't live for the noise in my head
I just want to dig a big ditch in the soil of my breath and bury my brain there

But love said
"If you bring forth what is within you
What you bring forth will save you
But if you do not bring forth what is within you
What you do not bring forth will destroy you"

It was Grace
Stunned by the last light of the sun
Swimming in a green sea, as deep as a drum
There are things I must record, must praise
There are things I have to say about the fullness and the blaze
Of this beautiful life, of this beautiful life
 
Don't know why this version of Simon and Garfunkel's Sound of silence gets me all emotional....I'd grown up hearing their version countless times over the years, it's nice but it was just another pop song.
When I heard Disturbed's version on the radio it literally took my breath away...the hairs went up all over my body, I was aware I kept holding my breath and I couldn't help but tear up, no reasoning behind it.... just the pure impact of the way David sang it and the arrangement of the music......so powerful and beautiful.
It doesn't hit me like a train anymore but I still get goose bumps.
 
All Flowers in Time Bend Towards The Sun - a duet between Elizabeth Fraser and Jeff Buckley (one-time lovers as well as musical collaborators) which was not released commercially. I have rarely felt the sense of two artists pouring their soul into a track as I did with this one.

 
This is a song from one of my favourite operas - The Marriage of Figaro - which is mostly a light hearted, lively opera, and which has a happy ending. But this song is sung by one of the central characters who thinks she has lost her love.

It was played at my mother's funeral, and I was sitting directly behind my father, who was coming to terms with the loss of the love of his life - they were married for 55 years, and he never stopped loving her.

Tears are streaming down my face now, as I listen to it. And I saw it at Glyndebourne this year, and cried then, too. I did wonder if playing it at my mother's funeral might spoil the opera for me, but it hasn't. Yes, I weep when I hear it, but I also think of my mother, who loved Mozart as much as I did.

 
The Dance. Garth Brooks. My dad's funeral song.

"The Dance"
Looking back
On the memory of
The dance we shared
'Neath the stars above
For a moment
All the world was right
But how could I have known
That you'd ever say goodbye
And now, I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you
I held everything
For a moment
Wasn't I the king?
If I'd only known
How the king would fall
Hey, who's to say
You know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
It's my life, it's better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the (dance)
 
This one. Himself sends it to me from time time and it always makes me cry. He thinks of me as a romantic dream of some kind of salvation along the way of his journey and not a real person

 
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