Kris Kristofferson & Rita Coolidge – Please don’t tell me how the story ends (1978).
Lyrics: American retired country singer, songwriter and actor Kris Kristofferson. Vocals:Kris Kristofferson and his former wife and American recording artist Ms Rita Coolidge.
Please don’t tell me how the story ends.
This may be our last goodnight together. We may never pass this way again. Just let me enjoy it ’till its over, Or forever. Please don’t tell me how the story ends. See the way our shadows come together, Softer than your fingers on my skin. Someday this may be all, we’ll remember. Of each other. Please don’t tell me how the story ends. Never’s just the echo of forever, Lonesome as the love that might have been. Let me go on loving and believing, ‘Till it’s over babe. Don’t tell me how the story ends Please don’t tell me how the story ends.
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen, the well known and much loved American rock singer, songwriter, and guitarist, (nicknamed “The Boss), arrives in Kilkenny city, Co. Kilkenny to perform this evening. Hereunder is a taste of what his many fans can expect.
The River.
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen. Vocals:Bruce Springsteen and E Street Band. (Recorded 1979).
The River.
(In his 2016 autobiography Springsteen confirmed that he wrote the above song as a tribute to his sister and his brother-in-law.)
I come from down in the valley, Where, mister, when you’re young, They bring you up to do like your daddy done. Me and Mary we met in high school, When she was just seventeen, We’d drive out of this valley, Down to where the fields were green. We’d go down to the river, And into the river we’d dive. Oh, down to the river we’d ride. Then I got Mary pregnant, And man, that was all she wrote, And for my nineteenth birthday, I got a union card and a wedding coat. We went down to the courthouse, And the judge put it all to rest. No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, No flowers, no wedding dress. That night we went down to the river, And into the river we’d dive, Oh, down to the river we‘d ride. I got a job working construction, For the Johnstown Company, But lately there ain’t been no work, On account of the economy. Now all them things that seemed so important, Well mister they vanished right into the air, Now I just act like I don’t remember, And Mary acts like she don’t care. But I remember us riding in my brother’s car, Her body tan and wet, down at the reservoir, At night on those banks I’d lie awake. And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take. Now those memories come back to haunt me. They haunt me like a curse, Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, Or is it something worse, That sends me down to the river, Though I know the river is dry, That sends me down to the river tonight, Down to the river. My baby and I, Oh, down to the river we ride-ide. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.
Lyrics: Songwriters David Foster, Carole Bayer Sager, Tony Renis and Alberto Testa. Vocals: Italian tenor Andrea Bocelli and Canadian singer Céline Marie Claudette Dion.
The Prayer.
I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go, And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know. Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way. Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace, To a place where we’ll be safe. La luce che tu hai, I pray we’ll find your light. Nel cuore resterà, And hold it in our hearts, A ricordarci che, When stars go out each night, L’eterna stella sei, Nella mia preghiera, Let this be our prayer, Quanta fede c’è When shadows fill our day, Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace. Give us faith so we’ll be safe. * Sogniamo un mondo senza più violenza, Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza, Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino, Simbolo di pace, di fraternità, La forza che ci dà. We ask that life be kind, È il desiderio che. And watch us from above. Ognuno trovi amor, We hope each soul will find, Intorno e dentro sé, Another soul to love. Let this be our prayer, let this be our prayer, Just like every child, just like every child. Need to find a place. Guide us with your grace. Give us faith so we’ll be safe. È la fede che, Hai acceso in noi, Sento che ci salvera.
END.
*Translation:We dream of a world without more violence, A world of justice and hope, Let each one shake hands with his neighbor, Symbol of peace, brotherhood, The strength it gives us.
Vocals: English soft rock singer Chris Ward Norman, former lead singer with the English rock band ‘Smokie’. Lyrics: Songwriter, guitarist, rock singer Chris Ward Norman
Still in Love with You.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What else can I do, I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you, ooh.
I get the same old yearning, When you were by my side, A feeling I can’t hide. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you.
No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Well I wake up calling out your name, Since you’re gone babe, Nothing seems the same, No, no.
Nothing seems the same, baby. I can’t help it. I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you. Why don’t you listen to what I say now, No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Oh I wake up calling out your name, You know since you’ve gone, Babe, Nothing seems the same, believe me darling. Ooh, ooh.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What am I, what am I, gonna do. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) Baby, baby, baby. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love, still in love with you. END
Took a walk by the River Suir in Thurles today in the beautiful warm sunshine. Having surveyed the river area, I was reminded of the song “Down by the river”, written by Mike Hazlewood and British singer-songwriter and composer Albert Louis Hammond. The lyrics, shown hereunder, tell the story of a man and his girl friend taking a camping trip down by a river. The weather being warm; they both decide to go swimming. That night they both felt unwell, and having failed to get sleep, went for an early morning walk. During their walk, they see a silver fish lying on its side dead on the river bank and they wonder how it died. After visiting a doctor, they are informed that only foolish people go swimming in polluted river water.
The song highlights the negative environmental impact on our water, which is being accepted by our local elected Thurles politicians and councillors, to whom we pay large salaries and who are presently calling door to door, in the hope of being re-elected for yet another 5 years of waste and inactivity.
Ask those canvassing for your vote this time around, the following question “Where did the pump for the fountain, in the river Suir end up”. You will be surprised and possibly angered by the reply.
Down By The River.
Lyrics: British-Gibraltarian singer, songwriter and record producer Mike Hazlewood and British singer-songwriter and composer Albert Louis Hammond. Vocals: Albert Hammond.
Down By The River.
City life was gettin’ us down, So we spent the weekend out of town, Pitched the tent on a patch of ground, Down by the river. Lit a fire and drank some wine, You put your jeans on the top of mine, Said, come in the water’s fine, Down by the river. Down by the river. Down by the river. Said, come in the water’s fine, Down by the river. Didn’t feel too good all night, So we took a walk in the morning light, Came across the strangest sight, Down by the river. Silver fish lay on its side, It was washed up by the early tide, I wonder how it died, Down by the river. Down by the river. Down by the river. Silver fish lay on its side, Down by the river. Doctor put us both to bed, He dosed us up and he shook his head, “Only foolish people go”, he said, “Down by the river”. Why do willows weep, said he, Because they’re dying gradually, From the waste, from the factories, Down by the river. Down by the river. Down by the river. Why do willows weep, said he, Down by the river. In time, the river banks will die, The reeds will wilt and the ducks won’t fly, There’ll be a tear in the otter’s eye, Down by the river. The banks will soon be black and dead, And where the otter raised his head, Will be a clean white stone instead, Down by the river. Down by the river. Down by the river. The banks will soon be black and dead, Down by the river. Down by the river. Down by the river. The banks will soon be black and dead, Down by the river.
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