Lyrics and Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter and actor; sadly the recently deceased Kris Kristofferson (1936-2024).
The Pilgrim.
See him wasted on the side walk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearing yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future full of money love and dreams, Which he spent like they was going out of style. And he keeps right on a changing for the better or the worse, Searching for a shrine he’s never found, Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse, Or if the going up is worth to coming down. He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher, He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned. He’s a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he’s traded in tomorrow for today. Running from his devils Lord and reaching for the stars, And losing all he loved along the way. But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse, All he ever gets is older and around. From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse, The going up was worth the coming down. He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher, He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned. He’s a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction, Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There’s lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
Having had only limited experience myself, I base the above headline on the advice handed out by Anglo-Irish satirist, author, essayist, political pamphleteer poet and Anglican cleric, the late Dean Jonathan Swift(1667-1745), who once wrote:-.
“There is in every cook’s opinion, No savoury dish without an onion; But less you’re kissing should be spoiled, The onion must be thoroughly boiled.”
A recipe for boiled onions gathered from the era of Dean Jonathan Swift. These onions should be cooked ‘country style’, as they were when large ovens where kept on the go all day and night. Same are very good when eaten with chops or steaks or with potato oaten cakes; known in the Irish countryside as ‘pratie oaten’.
Method.
One large onion per person with a little water. Place the onions in a baking tin, unpeeled, with about 1 inch of water, no more. Bake in a slow to moderate oven to 250° f. – 275° f. Electric; gas regulo 1 – 2 for 1 and 1⁄2 to 2 hours or until they are soft when squeezed.
To eat, the brown skin is then pulled back and cut off as the root and the onion is eaten with pepper, salt and a pat of butter. Latter cooking method is one of the most delicious ways of serving onions.
Pratie Oaten.
2 cups warm mashed potatoes. 1 cup fine oatmeal. ½ cup melted butter. Salt.
Work enough fine oatmeal, butter and a little salt into the mashed potato to form a dough until fairly soft. Scatter plenty of oatmeal on a board and roll out the dough substance. Cut into small shapes and either cook on both sides on a hot greased griddle in the oven, or fry in a little bacon fat, on top of the stove. Serve hot.
These are very good for breakfast, with bacon, eggs and sausages. The above completed shapes should serve approximately 12 persons.
Kissing.
As for this kissing lark, passionate kisses have known health benefits; releasing calming brain chemicals (neurotransmitters) that reduce stress levels and soothe the mind. Exposure to germs that inhabit your partner’s mouth helps strengthens your immune system, so just get on with it.
Lyrics: American singer-songwriter and Nobel laureate, Bob Dylan(Robert Allen Zimmerman). Vocals: American country singer and songwriter, Garth Brooks(Troyal Garth Brooks).
Make You Feel My Love.
When the rain’s blowing in your face, And the whole world is on your case, I would offer you a warm embrace, To make you feel my love. The evening shadows and the stars appear, And there is no one to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years, To make you feel my love. Though you haven’t made your mind up yet, But I would never do you wrong, I’ve known it from the moment that we met, No doubt in my mind where you belong. I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue, I’d go crawling down the avenue, There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do, To make you feel my love. Storms are raging on a rolling sea, Down the highway of regret. The winds of change are blowing wild and free, yeah, But you ain’t seen nothing like me yet. There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do, Go to the ends of the earth for you, Make you happy, make your dreams come true, To make you feel my love.
Lyrics: Singer-songwriter Shunie Crampsey. Vocals: Country singer and local radio presenter David James joined by Irish singer, Daniel Francis Noel O’DonnellMBE.
Don’t Take The Good Times For Granted.
I met with an old friend last evening, And I mentioned concerns that I had, About things that unfurled and the ways of the world, And how sometimes it makes me feel sad. I said life can be so complicated, And I’m scared I might lose my way, When a friendly hand pressed on my shoulder, He smiled and I heard him say. Son, don’t take the good times for granted, For things keep on changing each day. Make time to be with the ones that you love, Let nothing stand in your way. We don’t know what waits round the corner, We never know what lies ahead, So, if just for a moment, forget all your troubles, And count all your blessings instead. I often dream of the future, And of all of the things I might do, Son, follow your heart, Cause if you never dream, Your dreams they can never come true. Should you choose a road that’s less travelled, Just know I’ll be there to the end, You’re not just a shoulder to lean on, I thank you for being my friend. Don’t take the good times for granted, For things keep on changing each day, Make time to be with the ones that you love, Let nothing stand in your way. We don’t know what waits round the corner, We never know what lies ahead, So just for a moment forget all your troubles, And count all your blessings instead. So, don’t take the good times for granted, For things keep on changing each day, Make time to be with the ones that you love, Let nothing stand in your way. We don’t know what waits round the corner, We never know what lies ahead, So just for a moment forget all your troubles, And count all your blessings instead. So just for a moment forget all your troubles, And count all your blessings instead.
Lyrics: English rock singer-songwriter and guitarist Kimberley Charles Rew, a member of rock band Katrina and the Waves. Vocals: British rock band Katrina and the Waves. The song represented the United Kingdom in the Eurovision Song Contest back in 1997.
Love Shine a Light.
Love shine a light in every corner of my heart. Let the love light carry, let the love light carry. Light up the magic in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Love shine a light in every corner of my dreams, Let the love light carry, let the love light carry, Like the mighty river, flowing from the stream, Let our love shine a light in every corner of my dreams. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Love shine a light in every corner of the world. Let the love light carry, let the love light carry. Light up the magic, for every boy and girl, Let our love shine a light in every corner of the world. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Shine a light in every corner of our hearts.
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