Vocals: 13 Grammy Awards American blues singer, guitarist, and songwriter Bonnie Lynn Raitt. Lyrics: American singer-songwriter, arranger, composer, conductor and pianist, Randall Stuart Newman.
The song ‘Feels Like Home’ has featured in the American teen drama television series ‘Dawson’s Creek’ and films ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days’, ‘My Sister’s Keeper’, and ‘Michael’.
If marriage is on your horizon this year, same song is definitely one for serious consideration, at some stage, during your ‘special day’ celebrations.
Feels Like Home.
Something in your eyes, makes me want to lose myself, Makes me want to lose myself, in your arms. There’s something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast, Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life. If you knew how lonely my life has been, And how low I’ve felt so alone. If you knew how I wanted someone to come along, And change my life the way you’ve done.
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me, Feels like I’m on my way back where I come from. Feels like home to me, feels like home to me, Feels like I’m on my way back where I belong.
A window breaks down a long dark street, And a siren wails over my head. But I’m all right, ’cause I have you here with me, And I can almost see through the dark there’s light. If you knew how much this moment means to me, And how long I’ve waited for your touch. If you knew how happy you are making me, I’ve never thought I’d love anyone so much.
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me, Feels like I’m on my way back where I come from. Feels like home to me, feels like home to me, Feels like I’m on my way back where I belong. Feels like I’m on my way back where I belong.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer and songwriter Mr Henry John Deutschendorf Jr. [known professionally as John Denver(1943 – 1997)].
This Old Guitar.
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song, It showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine, And brightened up some days, And helped me make it thru some lonely nights. Oh What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night. This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, It opened up her eyes and ears to me. It brought us close together, And I guess it broke her heart But it opened up the space for us to be, What a lovely place and a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living, All the things you know I love to do. To serenade the stars that shine, From a sunny mountainside, And most of all to sing my songs for you. I love to sing my songs for you. Yes I do, you know, I love to sing my songs for you.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, the late Melanie Anne Safka Schekeryk, professionally known as Melanie or Melanie Safka, who sadly passed away on January 23rd, 2024.
The song, “Peace Will Come”, is a hope that all humans will to come together and embrace understanding in the face of worldwide conflict and adversity. The song addresses the universal longing for harmony and the belief that change is always possible if we attempt to unite as one.
The “please buy one” line, in the lyrics, is understood to refer to bracelets introduced in the late 1960’s, by a now-defunct organization, known as ‘Voices in Vital America’(VIVA), which bore the name of a prisoner of war (POW)or a person reported as missing in action (MIA). The wearer would also be seen as being totally anti-war.
Peace Will Come.
There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. Well sometimes when I am feeling as big as the land, With the velvet hill in the small of our backs, And our hands are playing the sand. And my feet are swimming in all of the waters, All of the rivers are givers to the ocean, According to plan, according to man. Well sometimes when I am feeling so grand, And I become the world, And the world becomes the man, And my song becomes a part of the river, I cry out to keep me just the way I am, According to plan. According to man, according to plan.
Oh there’s a chance peace will come, in your life, please buy one. But sometimes when we have reached the end With our velvet hill in the small of our backs And our hands are clutching the sand. Will our blood become a part of the river? All of the rivers are givers to the ocean, According to plan, according to man. Oh there’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.…
Anyone who has recently lost a parent; a close friend; a romantic partner; a child or a sibling, may feel a painful renewal of their past grief, as expressed in the poem “Soulmates” hereunder, especially on this most heart-oriented day of the year, St Valentine’s day.
In a quiet moment, Thinking of nothing, In a quiet place, Where I hear my heart beat. My soul aches, For one who is absent, And I, Oh, I, Am so lonely for you.
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Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, the late John Townes Van Zandt, (1944-1997).
The lyrics of a song can be sometimes difficult to interpret, and never more so than the lyrics of the song “Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel”. Personally, I believe “Miss Carousal” represents uncontrolled substance abuse and the author, Townes Van Zandt, is personifying his relationship with her. During much of Van Zandt’s own personal life he suffered from drug addiction and alcoholism. His singing tours saw him performing at various recognised disreputable public houses; while residing in cheap motel rooms, or, as in the 1970’s living in a simple shack, devoid of electricity or a telephone. The lyrics indicate that he possibly wants to quit his addiction, but he keeps being pulled back, making it seem like same addiction needs him. He possibly hopes for the day, sometime in the future, when he can fully control his addiction and not be totally at its mercy. Lines in his lyrics, appears to indicate this “You own his legs but his mind is free.Only you can tell, Miss Carousel, How long will he be crawling?”
Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel.
Well the drunken clown’s still hanging round, But it’s plain the laughter’s all died down. The tears you tried so hard to hide are flowin’. A blind man with his knife in hand, Has convinced himself that he understands, I wish him well, Miss Carousel, But I gotta be a-goin’.
Chorus. Won’t you come and get me when, You’re sure that you don’t need me then. I stand outside your window, And proudly call your name.
Well the ladies been told that all the gold, Is worth so much it can’t be sold, No time to weep she’ll need her sleep tomorrow. When she carries her face to the market place, And bets it on the opening race, She can ring her bells, Miss Carousel, But her singing brings me sorrow.
Repeat Chorus.
Well it’s always done every mother’s son, Is shown that grown men never run, And so they fight with all the might inside them. When the battle’s been fought and they all been taught, That the trick is just not being caught, Will you give them hell, Miss Carousel, When they’re begging you to hide them.
Repeat Chorus.
When the need arose your eyes fell closed, You clamped your fingers round your nose, Would you say that’s any way to judge him. Well you haven’t got the authority, To kill him in the first degree, But would you feel compelled, Miss Carousel, If you have something to begrudge him.
On a velvet beach far beneath the reach, Of those that come to pry and preach, The natural man who tries to stand is fallin. How long will it be before he sees, You own his legs but his mind is free. Only you can tell, Miss Carousel, How long will he be crawling?
Repeat Chorus.
The castle walls has grown so tall, Seem there ain’t no hope at all, To reach the top even though you stop for breathin’. But I ain’t gonna try to make you cry, The tear drops couldn’t find your eye, It’s all been swell, Miss Carousel, But the time has come for leavin’.
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