Lauren Aquilina’s first official music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uodUCtmCRME
You can buy her CD on iTunes. Here’s her web site: http://www.laurenaquilina.co.uk/
Lauren Aquilina’s first official music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uodUCtmCRME
You can buy her CD on iTunes. Here’s her web site: http://www.laurenaquilina.co.uk/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo7fAjfp098
Daniel: “I like you.”
Hannah: “I like…frogs.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7bXBOfgvJ4
Oh, says Red Molly to James, “That’s a fine motor bike.
Ah, a girl could feel special on any such like.”
Says James to Red Molly, “My heart’s off to you!
That’s a Vincent Black Lightning, Nineteen Fifty Two.
And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems,
red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme.”And he pulled her up behind
and down to the Box Hill,they did ride.Oh, says James to Red Molly, “Here’s a ring for your right hand,
but I’ll tell you in honest I’m a dangerous man.
For I’ve fought with the law since I was seventeen.
I’ve robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
Now, I’m twenty one years, I might make twenty two
and I don’t mind dying but for the love of you.
And if fate should break my stride,
then I’ll give you my Vincent to ride.”“Come down, come down, Red Molly,” called Sargent McRae,
“for they’ve taken young James Addie for armed robbery.
Shotgun blast in his chest left nothing inside.
Oh, come down Red Molly to his dying bedside.”When she came to the hospital there wasn’t much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath.
But he smiled to see her cry.
He said, “I’ll give you my Vincent to ride.”Says James, “In my opinion, there’s nothing in this world
beats a Fifty two Vincent and a red-headed girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won’t do
Ah, they don’t have a soul like a Vincent Fifty Two.”Oh, he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
Said, “I’ve got no further use for these.
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
swooping down from heaven to carry me home.”
And he gave her one last kiss and died.
and he gave her his Vincent to ride.
~Richard Thompson
November 12 is my birthday, and that means another year has come and gone. Looking back on this past year, I feel like I’ve grown a lot and I’ve learned quite a few things. I’ve heard it said that you learn something new every day. I hope that has been true for me. As an exercise in that frame of mind, I once again put together the “Top 40″ things I’ve learned this year.
This year I learned:
My queen of the Bronx,
blue eyes and spitfire,
saw you walkin’ back and forth
about another boy,
thinking you may want to leave.So, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love
and bring it on!Take it back out to the streets
where you know you used to be.
The Romeos of town
and if I bring you down
and you’re tired of those vows,
and you’re really walking out,Then, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
And give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love
Baby, bring it on!
Ohhh, bring it on.Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I’m hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love?
Who better than my love?I found the letters with the reasons, two things
you been feeling that he says they’ll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well, everybody’s cold,
who will keep my baby warm?
And everybody goes.So, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love.Well then wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wasn’t I good to you?
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wasn’t I good to you?
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
You don’t know what’s good for you!Give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in those songs,
You’ve been my baby for so long,
and bring it on.Ohh, bring it on.
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I’m hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love – than my love?
Better than my love,
Better than my love,
what’s better than my love.
Go on, take it all.
~The Gaslight Anthem
Last saturday evening,
I came to the old oaktree.
It stands beside the river
where you would a-meet me.On the ground, your glove I found
with a note adressed to me
and it read “Dear love, I’ve done you wrong,
now I must set you free.”Moody river, more deadly
than the vainest knife.
Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.Looked into your muddy water
and what did I see?
I saw a lonely lonely man
just lookin’ back at me.Tears in his eyes
and a prayer on his lips,
and with the glove of his lost love
there at his finger tips.Moody river, more deadly
than the vainest knife.
Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.
~Chase Webster
Its taste was sweet, like summer wine,
a heart that beats in double time.
He waltzed right in. He bowled you over.
You’re still reeling from the feeling when he’s gone.
The door is closed, the lock is turned,
and all the memories and letters have been burned.So when you pick the handsome flower,
don’t forget the thorn upon the rose.
Its cut is deep and its scar lasts forever,
it follows love wherever love goes.Just how we fall, it’s hard to know
when what we feel we seldom show.
So, we show the parts we feel are best.
We squirm around the edges, trying to cover up the rest.
You think you know him, he thinks the same,
when underneath it all, it’s just a crazy guessing game!So when you pick the handsome flower,
don’t forget the thorn upon the rose.
Its cut is deep and its scar lasts forever,
it follows love wherever love goes.Win or lose, it’s just the same:
tears of joy tears of pain.
They’re hand in hand; they come as one.
You’ll never see the moon without the promise of the sun.
For all the bruises, for all the blows,
I’d rather feel the thorn than to never see the roseSo when you pick the handsome flower,
don’t forget the thorn upon the rose.
Its cut is deep and its scar lasts forever,
it follows love wherever love goes.It follows love wherever love goes.
Well, today is my birthday. A lot of people say you learn something new every day. As I was contemplating that and the fact that I’m another year older, I decided that I should summarize my year with a “Top 40″ list of things that I’ve learned throughout the past year. I might have had an inkling of some of the things on this list before November 12 of last year, but if something made the list, then its because I have gained a whole new respect and knowledge for it! Some are silly. Some are not so silly, but that, my friends, is just like my life.
I’ve learned (in no particular order):