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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Good As Gold


Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless
Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless
They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood
But carry on regardless
Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this
Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless
Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless
Carry on with work
Carry on with love
Carry on with cheering
Anything above
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this
I don't want silver, I just want gold
Carry on regardless
Bronze is for the sick and the old
But carry on regardless
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I
want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this
(Heaton/Rotheray) The Beautiful South

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Black Laughing Buddha among the Painted Ladies

The Painted Ladies welcome him
His face reflects pure joy,
No judgement here, no sentence given
He brings the innocence of a boy.

He gently moves amongst them
Charmed and charming both
A lady gave an amethyst gem
To sweetly pledge her oath.

Kindness and beauty I do see
Calm and gentle Ladies these
Delightful colours, Blessed Be
As they bowed at his knee.

The Black Buddha laughs again
And told the tales of
How his path began
And he regained the love.

Patiently he told his truth
Of hope and joy and fun
The Ladies of the mis-spent youth
They loved him every one


Each Lady listened well
And truth moved on,
Their tales too they tell
Of innocence now gone.


And Buddha laughed on
Did not condem or preach
Because love is not gone
With kindness he did teach,

So when he smiles at thee
Ladies smile right back
Hope he brings and we see
Truth we do not lack.

I sit among the Painted Ladies
Buddha laughs on still
The flowers gently unfold
Kindness is an act of will.

We painted Ladies welcome him
His face reflects pure joy
No judgement here, no sentence given
He brings the innocence of a boy.