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A Song For A Sunday.
Lyrics: American singer and songwriter Bill Withers (William Harrison Withers Jr.)
Vocals: American singer and songwriter Bill Withers, with singer-songwriter, musician, and record producer Stevie Wonder (Stevland Hardaway Morris) and American singer, songwriter, pianist, record producer John Legend.
“Lean On Me”
Sometimes in our lives,
We all have pain,
We all have sorrow,
But if we are wise,
We know that there’s always tomorrow.
Lean on me,
When you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend,
I’ll help you carry on,
For it won’t be long,
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride,
If I have things you need to borrow,
For no one can fill,
Those of your needs that you won’t let down.
You just call on me brother, when you need a hand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you’ll understand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me,
When you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend,
I’ll help you carry on.
It won’t be long,
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.
You just call on me brother,
When you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem, that you’ll understand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear,
That you can’t carry,
I’m right up the road.
I’ll share your load,
If you just call me.
Call me
If you need a friend
(Call me),
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(Call me)
If you ever need a friend.
END
I Dreamed a Dream.
Lyrics: French record producer, actor, singer, songwriter, and musical theatre composer Claude-Michel Schönberg.
Vocals: The song “I Dreamed a Dream” is a lament, taken from the 1980 musical Les Misérables, sung here by British tenor Karl Loxley.
I Dreamed a Dream.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I prayed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted,
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hopes apart,
And they turn your dreams to shame,
And still I dream she’d come to me,
That we would live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather.
I had a dream my life would be,
So different from this hell I’m living,
So different now from what it seemed,
Now life has killed the dream, I dreamed.
END
In the early hours of the morning of Saturday February 14th 1981, a fire occurred at the Stardust Ballroom in Artane, Dublin, in which forty eight persons tragically lost their lives. ~
The song “They Never Came Home”, refers to the victims and families of this tragic event.
They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)
Lyrics: Christopher Andrew “Christy” Moore.
Vocals: Irish folk singer, songwriter and guitarist Christy Moore.
They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)
When St. Valentine’s day comes around once a year,
Our thoughts turn to love, as the time it draws near,
Sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives,
Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives.
As the day turns to evening soon night time does fall,
Young people get ready for the Valentine’s Ball,
As the night rings with laughter, some families still mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.
Chorus
Have we forgotten the suffering and pain,
The survivors and the victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.
It was down to the Stardust they all made their way,
The bouncers looked on as they lined up to pay,
The records were spinning, there’s dancing as well
Just how the fire started sure no one can tell.
In a matter of seconds confusion did reign,
The room was in darkness, fire exits were chained,
The firefighters wept for they could not hide,
Their sorrow and anger for those left inside.
Repeat Chorus
Throughout the city the bad news it spread,
There’s a fire in the Stardust, with 48 dead.
Hundreds of children are injured and maimed,
And all just because the fire exits were chained.
Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made,
They shed tears by the graves, as the bodies were laid,
The injured have waited in vain for 4 years,
It seems like our leaders shed crocodile tears.
Repeat Chorus
Half a million was paid in solicitor’s fees,
A fortune to the owner and his family,
It’s hard to believe that not one penny came,
To the working class people, who suffered the pain.
The days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to years
Our laws favour the rich, or so it appears.
A woman still waits for her kids to come home,
Injustice breeds anger and that’s what’s been done.
Chorus
Let us remember the suffering and pain,
The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.
END
Eve Of Destruction.
The song hereunder references social issues experienced in the mid 1960’s, including the turmoil, both then and now, in the Middle East.
Lyrics: American singer and songwriter, Philip Gary “Flip” Sloan.
Vocals: American singer and songwriter Barry McGuire.
Eve Of Destruction.
The Eastern world, it is explodin’,
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’,
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’,
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’,
But you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say,
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’,
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’,
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation,
And marches alone can’t bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin’,
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’,
And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
And think of all the hate there is in Red China,
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama,
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return, it’s the same old place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over and over again, my friend,
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
END
Sunshine amounts have been below average for most areas over the past number of weeks, while rainfall amounts have been well above average across the country.
Currently, even all well drained and moderately drained soils are saturated, while all poorly drained soils are currently waterlogged.
The remainder of today (April 13th 2024) will remain dry, with rain sadly returning tomorrow afternoon and in the early part of Monday. However, from Tuesday and for the rest of next week, weather conditions will greatly improve, with no umbrellas or rain coats required.
So do cheer up, oh! and by the way, the swallows have been spotted in Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Five Feet High and Rising.
Lyrics: Johnny Cash.
Vocals: The late American country singer-songwriter Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003).
How high’s the water, Mama?
Two feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s two feet high and risin’,
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat,
That’s the only thing we got left that’ll float,
It’s already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Mama?
Three feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s three feet high and risin’.
Well, the hives are gone,
I’ve lost my bees,
The chickens are sleepin’, in the willow trees,
Cow’s in water up past her knees
Three feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, Mama?
Four feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s four feet high and risin’.
Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin’, gonna take us to the train,
Looks like we’ll be blessed with a little more rain,
Four feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Mama?
Five feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s five feet high and risin’.
Well, the rails are washed out north of town,
We gotta head for higher ground,
We can’t come back till the water goes down,
Five feet high and risin’.
Well, it’s five feet high and risin’.
END.
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