Let's talk in song...For the love of music...Shall we? (country)

[FlaGrrrl]

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps..

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps..

[DOUBLE H]

My friend came to me
With sadness in his eyes
Told me that he wanted help
Before his country dies
And though I couldn't feel the pain I knew I had to try
Now I'm asking all of you
To try to save some lives
Bangladesh Bangladesh-where so many people are dying fast
Well it sure looks like a mess
Never seen such distress
Now won't you lend a hand and understand
Relieve the people of Bangladesh-----------Bangladesh-George Harrison

[TKramar]

Help, I need somebody
Help, you know not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!

[dookieboy]

What I feel, I can't say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it's not love that you need
Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed

[TKramar]

I had the best of intentions from the start...

(we get tired of this thread?)

[TKramar]

Originally Posted by TKramar

I had the best of intentions from the start...

(we get tired of this thread?)

It's always the same old story, you never know what you got 'til it's gone.

[Mr. Humble]

It's still the same old story,
a fight for love and glory,
a case of do or die..
the fundamental rules apply
as time goes by..

And when two lovers woo,
they still say 'I love you'.
on that you can rely..

The world will always welcome lovers..
as time goes by.....

[DOUBLE H]

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

[DOUBLE H]

Blasting billowing bursting forth with the power of ten million butterfly sneezes
Man with his flaming pyre has conquered the wayward breezes
Climbing to tranquility far above the cloud
Conceiving the heavens clear of misty shroud

Higher and higher-now we've learned to play with fire


Higher and Higher-Moody Blues

[sandgirl]

I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let you
Fight your secret war