If anyone can wax lyrical that means change a good story to make it interesting, they are the bards of old

“If anyone can wax lyrical……they are the bards of old of the ancient highland and lowlands of Scotland who once spun the ancient tales and myths of old in far off lands long removed from the great halls of Rome and Alexandria.” JC Angelcraft

The Gaelic language finds its origins starting in the Celtic then the Insular to Goidelic languages before branching off into the three streams of Gaelic IRISH,  MANX AND SCOTTS GAELIC   

Then on our language tree at Ancient Civilizations and Theocracies they disappear like Ghosts only to reappear later transformed from their latin romantic origins.

Four the purpose of our inquiry, one must assume they continued to exist despite a perfect chronology of the language considered inferior to Latin especially in the times of its recognition as a language very similar to a new species barely recognized by science but one that has existed long before.

If a language disappears it is called a dead language and often, but not always, a language can disappear with little or no traces of the civilization who embraced it and at times no evidence it ever existed.

The mathematical probability that at least one language is complete dead exists.  This means there is no record or knowledge that the language ever existed. This is a truly dead language.

The most common term today used by scholars and scientists of various disciplines is “extinct.”

An extinct language is one that has no speakers, writers of it or even admirers.

Once an extinct language is rediscovered or embraced by even one person, it is not longer extinct, but alive in the heart and mind of the soul who embraces it like the word of God that rains down pearls of wisdom as an old bard named Bob (Ohio State Bob) once said to me.

Gaelic is an old language.  A very old tongue as this Bard would say, perhaps a B.C. tongue if you push the limits of language “etiology” that like a disease consumes us and drives us into the embrace of death’s grip where once in time and space, we spoke it or listened to the stories from that old Bard who like Ossian has penetrated the lives of the greatest of men through the history of time.

Gaelic is recorded in history to occur successfully across regions in its first romantic forms.  These regions we know today as Scotland, Ireland and England a land of Gaeity, a land of plenty, another land of milk and honey where the reindeer once played in abundance.

Please use Our Language Tree at Ancient Civilizations and Theocracies. It is easy basic and very simple and a highly accurate language tree and has no definite dates next to each one to confuse you.  The most important aspect of the language tree is how language developed over time.

If Gaelic ever disappeared as you see it disappear on the language tree, it was only for a short while and most likely was lost do to war and lack of good record keepers and scribes to follow that old Bard our muse of the United Kingdom in days past and for some even still today.

This makes Ossian more now a myth than man, but perhaps a spirit who has inspired liars and thieves to lay claim to his words and work some assigning credit to men of their choosing for the purposes of keeping records of the poems which are more important than their Gaelic Interpreters, who are not lacking any importance by the accolades written in the record of their work.

After a disappearance of Gaelic on our language tree it is reborn on our language tree.  A revived MANX Gaelic surfaced before Gaelic disappeared altogether once again.   Then through a dispersion of immigrants through migration & war, many Peoples and languages settled into the areas of Europe before Gaelic surfaces on our language tree like a strong trunk and its appearance — I am certain — was nothing like the original three Gaelic languages that were once spoken who were untarnished by the LATE LATIN and once unfettered by Caesar’s tongue like the new Gaelic was, despite evolving from it, due to the nature of its speakers violent and bellicose men who fought the Armies of Rome and each other. Maybe a lack of inner peace is why men tarry for peace.

The new Gaelic was strong but not without reason as its blessing came from the Classical and Vulgar Language considered later as a base for the ROMANCE languages,  languages that emanated from ROME,  languages that made one grimace in the telling of a tale making the listener wander in their minds and at times causing aged men, the bards of old to talking idly to themselves and to others of their dreams, myths and fables of the land.

These men were witches you say! Idol talkers? Inquires the Old Bard, barred like a lunatic from the land that his poems might not reach the hearts and minds of the people.

Touched by the Gods, the old Bard says in his oral history of these indigenous whites who were the bards of old who spoke of myth as if inspired by hallucination like the Oracles of Greece who were too caused to hallucinate those old bards of Nike and Athena, oh yes they were.

Bards spoke as if something they knew had occurred  Bards invented poems from their dreams and waxing their lyrical to the people of the small villages with love and affection in upper and lower Scotland and in EIR  where many a take-and-romance and children’s song wove into the hearts of young and old alike their tales and fables retold much like they did in the days of Greece.

Abduction you say? the Old Bard exclaims. How you look at life, is how you will be remembered and by truths and omissions will you be weighed on the scales of justice.  

Of such men these were called Lunatics who would hallucinate too unlike our Bard who walked with the lunatic as he did the wise-man.

There is much about this Ghost and the Spirit of the Forest glen who is set apart from the demons who cast him among their ranks.

It is from the ancient Gaelic and from these origines did that old Bard Ossian come from a man who it is unknown if he was a collector of poetry, a poet and oral story-teller a scholar or maybe all these and the reason and the cause of literacy and rhyme in our Galeic roots.

Ossian (/ˈɒʃənˈɒsiən/; Irish Gaelic/Scottish Gaelic: Oisean) to which no certain date of birth is given is the narrator and purported author of a cycle of epic gaelic poetry and of whom Thomas Jefferson encouraged by the small acquaintance which he said,  “I understood you were related to the gentleman of your name (Mr. James McPherson), to whom the world is so much indebted for the elegant collection, arrangement, and translation of Ossian’s poems.

Ossian’s poems were republished after they were translated from the Gaelic by James Macpherson from 1760.  The Irish Poet Macpherson claimed to have collected word-of-mouth material in Gaelic, said to be from ancient sources with no certainty as to the origin of the material and are refered to as epic poetry.

Epic poetry is usually defined or regulated to a time or period when the work was transcribed or rewritten but in the Epic Poetry of Ossian, it must be estimated to be some the Gaelic Languages most Epic poetry without any certain date.  Thus we have to rely on the origin and the history of the Gaelic language to surmise the age of of the lore and when no dates can be ascertained it is most likely its earliest folk-lore oral tradition and legend passed down and retold and its record stronger in later generations than the earlier which might lead people to conclude wrongly as to the an age of origin. 

Neo-Assyrian 7th century before Christ clay tablet. Epic of Gilgamesh, Tablet 11 Story of the Flood. Known as the -Flood Tablet is most likely related to the much OLDER story of the flood of Noah’s Ark several thousands of years earlier yet such a powerful an event the story still remains with us even today in various versions and archeology forms and records recorded and passed down and preserved in various ancient cultures as God’s promise that he would not again destroy the world by flood.

There is one thing certain about the works of Ossian is that they had to be interpreted from very old Gaelic records copied over who knows how many times.  As luck would have it through the first Gaelic scribes the men of Gaelic Literacy from where the poems of Ossian came to be transcribed and are a most interesting Folklore worth musing on even on prior men who have mused in their interpretations of Ossian poems.

Perhaps the best thing anyone can do is aspire to learn Gaelic and interpret Ossian poems and do not accept everything an Interpreter writes or even their interpretation especially if it does not edify the spirit.

Remember that the conspiracy of lies can try to convince you of Interpretations not always written to the dates ascribed to them.  Do not forsake a Bard who can be ruined in an instant by todays conspiracy of men who once embraced good values ascribed to Ossion minus any bad values that may surface.  Do not trust modern writings past off as old Gaelic writings of that old Bard name Ossian,  but interpret all writings prayerfully.

If anyone can wax lyrical that means change a good story to make it interesting, they are the bards of old those of the ancient highland and lowlands of Scotland who once spun the ancient tales and myths of old in far off lands long removed from the great halls of Rome and Alexandria.

Written by Son Altesse Royale Jose Maria Chavira MS Adagio 1st Dominus Dominorum est et Rex Regum et Reginarum nom de plume JC Angelcraft World Crown at Le Siège Social ™Rex Intima Château Versailles Place d’Armes, 78000 Versailles, France-https://francelarenaissancedejesuschristleroyaumedescieux.wordpress.com/

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Original Working Draft on Ossian’s poems just republished

“If anyone can wax lyrical……they are the bards of old of the ancient highland and lowlands of Scotland who once spun the ancient tales and myths of old in far off lands long removed from the great halls of Rome and Alexandria.” JC Angelcraft

The Gaelic language finds its origins starting in the Celtic then the Insular to Goidelic languages before branching off into the three streams of Gaelic IRISH,  MANX AND SCOTTS GAELIC   

Then on our language tree at Ancient Civilizations and Theocracies they disappear like Ghosts only to reappear later transformed from their latin romantic origins.

Four the purpose of our inquiry, one must assume they continued to exist despite a perfect chronology of the language considered inferior to latin especial in the times of its recognition as a language very similar to a new species barely recognized by science but one that has existed long before.

If a language disappears it is called a dead language and often, but not always, a language can disappear with little or no traces of the civilization who embraced it and at times no evidence it ever existed.  The mathematical probability that at least one language is complete dead exists.  This means there is no record or knowledge that the language ever existed. This is a truly dead language.

The most common term today used by scholars and scientists of various disciplines is “extinct.”

An extinct language is one that has no speakers, writers of it or even admirers.

Once an extinct language is rediscovered or embraced by even one person, it is not longer extinct, but alive in the heart and mind of the soul who embraces it like the word of God that rains down pearls of wisdom as an old bard named Bob (Ohio State Bob) once said to me.

Gaelic is an old language.  A very old tongue as this Bard would say, perhaps a B.C. tongue if you push the limits of language “itiology” that like a disease consumes us and drives us into the embrace death’s grip where once in time and space, we spoke it or listened to the stories from that old Bard who like Ossian has penetrated the lives of the greatest of men through the history of time.

Gaelic is recorded in history to occur successfully across regions in its first romantic forms.  These regions we know today as Scotland, Ireland and England a land of Gaeity, a land of plenty, another land of milk and honey where the reindeer once played in abundance.

Please use Our Language Tree at Ancient Civilizations and Theocracies. It is easy basic and very simple and highly accurate language tree and has no definite dates next to each one to confuse you.  The most important aspect of the language tree is how language developed over time.

If Gaelic ever disappeared as you see it disappear on the language tree, it was only for a short while and most likely was lost do to war and lack of good record keepers and scribes to follow that old Bard our muse of the United Kingdom in days past and for some even still today.

This makes Ossian more now a myth than man, but perhaps a spirit who has inspired liars and thieves to lay claim to his words and work some assigning credit to men of their choosing for the purposes of keeping records of the poems wich are more important than their Gaelic Interpreters, who are not lacking any importance by the accolades written in the record of their work.

After a disappearance of Gaelic on our language tree it is reborn on our language tree.  A revived MANX Gaelic surfaced before Gaelic disappeared altogether once again.   Then through a dispersion of immigrants through migration & war, many Peoples and languages settled into the areas of Europe before Gaelic surfaces on our language tree like a strong trunk and its appearance — I am certain — was nothing like the original three Gaelic languages that were once spoken who were untarnished by the LATE LATIN and once unfettered by Caesar’s tongue like the new Gaelic was, despite evolving from it, due to the nature of its speakers violent and bellicose men who fought the Armies of Rome and each other.

The new Gaelic was strong but not without reason as its blessing came from the Classical and Vulgar Language considered later as a base for the ROMANCE languages,  languages that emanated from ROME,  languages that made one grimace in the telling of a tale making the listener wander in their minds and at times causing aged men, the bards of old to talking idly to themselves and to others of their dreams, myths and fables of the land.

These men were witches you say! Idol talkers? Inquires the Old Bard, barred like a lunatic from the land that his poems might not reach the hearts and minds of the people.

Touched by the Gods, the old Bard says in his oral history of these indigenous whites who were the bards of old who spoke of myth as if inspired by hallucination like the Oracles of Greece who were too caused to hallucinate those old bards of Nike and Athena, oh yes they were.

Bards spoke as if something they knew had occurred  Bards invented poems from their dreams and waxing their lyrical to the people of the small villages with love and affection in upper and lower Scotland and in EIR  where many a take-and-romance and children’s song wove into the hearts of young and old alike their tales and fables retold much like they did in days of Greece.

Abduction you say? the Old Bard exclaims. How you look at life, is how you will be remembered and by truths and omissions will you be weighed on the scales of justice.  

Of such men these were called Lunatics who would hallucinate too unlike our Bard who walked with the lunatic as he did the wise-man.

There is much about this Ghost and the Spirit of the Forest glen who is set apart from the demons who cast him among their ranks.

It is from the ancient Gaelic and from these origines did that old Bard Ossian come from a man who it is unknown if he was a collector or poetry, a poet and oral story-teller a scholar or maybe all these and the reason and the cause of literacy and rhyme in our Galeic roots.

Ossian (/ˈɒʃənˈɒsiən/; Irish Gaelic/Scottish Gaelic: Oisean) to which no certain date of birth is given is the narrator and purported author of a cycle of epic gaelic poetry and of whom Thomas Jefferson encouraged by the small acquaintance which he said,  “I understood you were related to the gentleman of your name (Mr. James McPherson), to whom the world is so much indebted for the elegant collection, arrangement, and translation of Ossian’s poems.

Ossian’s poems were republished after they were translated from the Gaelic by James Macpherson from 1760.  The Irish Poet Macpherson claimed to have collected word-of-mouth material in Gaelic, said to be from ancient sources with no certainty as to the origin of the material and are refered to as epic poetry.

Epic poetry is usually defined or regulated to a time or period when the work was transcribed or rewritten but in the Epic Poetry of Ossian, it must be estimated to be some the Gaelic Languages most Epic poetry without any certain date.  Thus we have to rely on the origin and the history of the Gaelic language to surmise the age of of the lore and when no dates can be ascertained it is most likely its earliest folk-lore oral tradition and legend passed down and retold and its record stronger in later generations than the earlier which might lead people to conclude wrongly as to the an age of origin. 

Neo-Assyrian 7th century before Christ clay tablet. Epic of Gilgamesh, Tablet 11 Story of the Flood. Known as the -Flood Tablet is most likely related to the much OLDER story of the flood of Noah’s Ark several thousands of years earlier yet such a powerful an event the story still remains with us even today in various versions and archeology forms and records recorded and passed down and preserved in various ancient cultures as God’s promise that he would not again destroy the world by flood.

There is one thing certain about the works of Ossian is that they had to be interpreted from very old Gaelic records copied over who knows how many times.  As luck would have it through the first Gaelic scribes the men of Gaelic Literacy were the poems of Ossian transcribed and are a most interesting Folklore worth musing on even on prior men who have mused in their interpretations of Ossian poems.

Perhaps the best thing anyone can do is aspire to learn Gaelic and interpret Ossian poems and do not accept everything an Interpreter writes or even their interpretation especially if it does not edify the spirit.

Remember that the conspiracy of lies can try to convince you of Interpretations not always written to the dates ascribed to them.  Do not forsake a Bard who can be ruined in an instant by todays conspiracy of men who once embraced values ascribed to Ossion.  Do not trust modern writings past off as old Gaelic writings of that old Bard name Ossian,  but interpret all writings prayerfully.

If anyone can wax lyrical that means change a good story to make it interesting, they are the bards of old those of the ancient highland and lowlands of Scotland who once spun the ancient tales and myths of old in far off lands long removed from the great halls of Rome and Alexandria.

Written by Son Altesse Royale Jose Maria Chavira MS Adagio 1st Dominus Dominorum est et Rex Regum et Reginarum nom de plume JC Angelcraft World Crown at Le Siège Social ™Rex Intima Château Versailles Place d’Armes, 78000 Versailles, France-https://francelarenaissancedejesuschristleroyaumedescieux.wordpress.com/

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Book of love entry: Life is a Race

 Start as many projects as you want to fill your need to learn and explore, but find closure for every project for the greatest satisfaction. JC Angeñcraft

 

Book of love entry: Life is a Race and each life we live a journey through time and space

01. Everyone is a winner, and should there be an exception to the rule, such go contrary to our instincts for survival.

02. Life is a race,  a race to finish and find closure for each project you start in your life.  Start as many projects as you want to fill your need to learn and explore, but find closure for every project for the greatest satisfaction.

03. If your heart is right, there is nothing negative in one’s efforts at succeeding, but each task we undertake requires us to find closure.

04. Closure leads us to our next task and then our next until we find our life is at its end

05. And then we can say to our Father,  “I have run the good race and I have finished or found closure for each task. ”

06. And then our Father will say to us, well done my good and faithful son or daughter .” –

07. written by JC Angelcraft for those who love our Father one aspect of Our precious tender Non-Gender Holy Spirit who is mother and father to us all.

08.  also written for any person of Faith who embraces God Our Holy Spirit with their whole heart, mind soul and strength.

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The 14 days of Saint Valentines: Poetry, Prayers and Musings by JC Angelcraft

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Saint Valentine: On Audrey Hepburn: “A women who I never knew in life nor seen or took interest in her career, life or movies while growing up has these last years captured my heart 24 years after her death – and as long as I live – we shall – remain inseparable” – and in metaphor bound forever spiritually betrothed to each other in our journey through time and space living inside and outside our planet carrying the ministry of heaven with us both in our hearts being one of mind one of purpose and one of support for the angelic race of souls and countless generations of Angels who live and reincarnate with us continually- JC Angelcraft

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To the woman I have yet to touch, to the woman I have yet to meet,  to the women I have yet to finish my life with – by JC Angelcraft

I can imagine her touch Her hands upon mine.  Her kind and gentle touch do I wait for not knowing nothing else in my life today than work and the hope of her embrace and solace.

I think of nothing else other being a good husband to her whom I have to meet, a good partner and a friend and having one in return in oh woman of my future,

I have known as it seems her wisdom and her eternalness is like no other and for my first wife she shall know my respect and admiration for such praise is worthy of a great Queen who I shall lend to my eternal support.

Yet, I know there is another woman in my future like the woman of my past a woman who is always there yet one whom I do not always know or recognize but an integral part of my past I know she is for we have lived what it seems forever,

I await her smile, her regularness her unwavering sense of being.

I await her dependency on my strength to be her harness to keep her always reassured of my love and my reassurance comes from her gentle touch, the look in her eyes and her soft sweet voice.

Together I see us swimming the waters of the nile and sailing upon the red sea,

I see us in so many thing attending countless of operas and ballets museums and children’s and animal events and keeping our children near us and raising them near pyramids and national monuments, in castles and palaces and working as volunteers in cities and anywhere we are needed and in rest, the many camping and skiing resorts that await after making sure our children get constant and sufficient exposure to people and places that do not have our privilege

Raising children in the way they should go is an eternal task that those reading here should take to heart be kind to those less fortunate and help to educate the unlearned every time you are born again.

In her mortal eyes do I see thy spirit, thy grace and thy great beauty and nothing can seperate us.   I am Bound with you in eternity and on earth by scripture am I bound thus with you.  I am bound with you in eternity on earth as it is in heaven blessed by so many good Angels yet  struggeling against our injured angels in denial of their sickness by which I am bound with you to heal through time and space.   Still bad learning has clouded their minds, bad raising has injured their hearts. So prejudice and still so stubborn and still learning how to exist and struggling they are to be truthful honest and humble these conspirators the few the lost the unlcean and lo I am also bound to judge them and pursue them through the processes of justice for the greater good.

They look to steal my love and look to pervert mankind and control this world without faces or their own beings.  I am bound to judge them as they have judged me and the world to their bidding.  I am bound to bring them daily to justice, these who daily murder the world  with lies continually using the thieves the liars and the men of the past – those of secret societies – who have been judged – to plague the world.   I am bound to judge them and persue them as they are to persue their own understanding.

I am bound by my love to save this world to bring it peace for longs as your grace will allow limited only by our stupidity and our pride of life of meanlingless and worless values that speak of God yet void of the Spirit-

I am bound for love to continue to pursue them to the ends of the world generation after generation.

I am bound by love to do these things and see these matters through.

As you look down from above here my prayers for them who parish daily and even them who repent.  To you,  I lift up all that I am that they might come to their senses before they hurt themselves even more, but they are bound by their sickness.

I am bound by reincarnation to meet them generation after generation till our reckoning is complete and our peace more satisfying.

Written by Son Altesse Royale Jose Maria Chavira MS Adagio 1st Dominus Dominorum est et Rex Regum et Reginarum nom de plume JC Angelcraft World Crown at La Couronne Monde Château Versailles La Théocratie du Saint Esprit Place d’Armes,78000 France –https://francelarenaissancedejesuschristleroyaumedescieux.wordpress.com/

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World restoration

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In Session: Rex Intima: 26th of January 2017 – JC Angelcraft

Blessings to all people and readers of this one of many of our literary columns of free expression.

On my journey through world restoration, I reflect heavily on how media had so easily taken advantage of our sense of trust.

Flipping through the video Journal and digital diary of our world I see men in wigs with heavy and very bad makeup pretending to be Donald Trump and USC Quarterback “Rodney Pete” up to his shoulders in bureaucracy.

I wonder what it felt like to be Rodney Pete knowing the country of the United States of America and its president who he once protected and imitated was all at once a hoax?

I wonder about the many people around the world threatened by force and coercion to accept the white supremacy media campagne which daily we work hard at tearing down and bring each new group of conspirators to justice.

I find it hard to believe that anyone could fool themselves into thinking how such an evil and ruthless campagne which had no concern for truth or justice was ever going to succeed let alone be profitable.

In any event, this problem —at least for me— was over 7 years ago when I stopped watching TV and the conspiracy of lies only tuning in now and then to see if they were still up.

Today I tuned-in for a bit to the man with the bad hairpiece’s illegal and unconstitutional website and thought about how many men and women still support this in the light of all that I have written and in light of everything that contrasts with these lies such as the truth.

I am not partialy right, I am all the way right on everything that I have written and said about greek fraternal masonry ever since the begining.

Despite 7 years of hard work, the problem still exists and for me 1 bad website is to many, so let me take a quick breather here before I continue and with my struggle to bless you all of you and remind you to stay away from all things obama-trump and their equivilent in your part of the world.

May my Holy Spirit our God of No Name humble and true bless you and keep you.  May our Holy Spirit of no name cause the light of hope to shine about you and may our Holy Spirit grant you peace. 0=)  JC Angelcraft

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Mythistorema by Orestes …welcome to Rex Intima ruler of my innermost parts

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 330 B.C. It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream – Ancient – Mystical Writing – Mythistorema by Orestes (/ɒˈrɛstiːz/; Greek: Ὀρέστης [oˈrestɛːs]) the son of Clytemnestra and Agamemnon. Orestes was a rebellious young man, became a slave that would one day be King. He was Most Likely Achilles. 4th Century Greek writings are some of the most important works of Our time even today.  Orestus may have been the Nome de Plume of the Legendary Achilles. Coins Bearing His image date to the same time of the writing of this work.  The coin can be viewed about the middle of the Article. Prince Adagio Nome de Plume JCANGELCRAFT

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“It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream” –

“Mythistorema”

by Orestes the runaway rebellious youth who became a slave then became King

1
The angel —
three years we waited for him, attention riveted,
closely scanning
the pines the shore the stars.
One with the blade of the plough or the ship’s keel
we were searching to find once more the first seed
so that the age-old drama could begin again.
We returned to our homes broken,
limbs incapable, mouths cracked
by the tastes of rust and brine.
when we woke we traveled towards the north, strangers
plunged into mist by the immaculate wings of swans that wounded us.
On winter nights the strong wind from the east maddened us,
in the summers we were lost in the agony of days that couldn’t die.
We brought back
these carved reliefs of a humble art.
             2
Still one more well inside a cave.
It used to be easy for us to draw up idols and ornaments
to please those friends who still remained loyal to us.
The ropes have broken; only the grooves on the well’s lip
remind us of our past happiness:
the fingers on the rim, as the poet put it.
The fingers feel the coolness of the stone a little,
Then the body’s fever prevails over it
and the cave stakes its soul and loses it
every moment, full of silence, without a drop of water.
             3
Remember the baths where you were murdered
I woke with this marble head in my hands;
it exhausts my elbow and I don’t know where to put it down.
It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream
so our life became one and it will be very difficult for it to separate again.
I look at the eyes: neither open nor closed
I speak to the mouth which keeps trying to speak
I hold the cheeks which have broken through the skin.
That’s all I’m able to do.
My hands disappear and come towards me
mutilated.
             4
Argonauts
And a soul
if it is to know itself
must look
into its own soul:
the stranger and enemy, we’ve seen him in the mirror.
They were good, the companions, they didn’t complain
about the work or the thirst or the frost,
they had the bearing of trees and waves
that accept the wind and the rain
accept the night and the sun
without changing in the midst of change.
They were fine, whole days
they sweated at the oars with lowered eyes
breathing in rhythm
and their blood reddened a submissive skin.
Sometimes they sang, with lowered eyes
as we were passing the deserted island with the Barbary figs
to the west, beyond the cape of the dogs
that bark.
If it is to know itself, they said
it must look into its own soul, they said
and the oar’s struck the sea’s gold
in the sunset.
We went past many capes many islands the sea
leading to another sea, gulls and seals.
Sometimes disconsolate women wept
lamenting their lost children
and others frantic sought Alexander the Great
and glories buried in the depths of Asia.
We moored on shores full of night-scenes,
the birds singing, with waters that left on the hands
the memory of a great happiness.
But the voyages did not end.
Their souls became one with the oars and the oarlocks
with the solemn face of the prow
with the rudder’s wake
with the water that shattered their image.
The companions died one by one,
with lowered eyes. Their oars
mark the place where they sleep on the shore.
No one remembers them. Justice
             5
We didn’t know them
                                                 deep down it was hope that said
we’d known them since early childhood.
We saw them perhaps twice and then they took to the ships:
cargoes of coal, cargoes of grain, and our friends
lost beyond the ocean forever.
Dawn finds us beside the tired lamp
drawing on paper, awkwardly, painfully,
ships mermaids or sea shells;
at dusk we go down to the river
because it shows us the way to the sea;
and we spend the nights in cellars that smell of tar.
Our friends have left us
                                                      perhaps we never saw them, perhaps
we met them when sleep
still brought us close to the breathing wave
perhaps we search for them because we search for the other life,
beyond the statues.
            6
M.R.
The garden with its fountains in the rain
you will see only from behind the clouded glass
of the low window. Your room
will be lit only by the flames from the fireplace
and sometimes the distant lightning will reveal
the wrinkles on your forehead, my old Friend.
The garden with the fountains that in your hands
was a rhythm of the other life, beyond the broken
statues and the tragic columns
and a dance among the oleanders
near the new quarries —
misty glass will have cut it off from your life.
You won’t breathe; earth and the sap of the trees
will spring from your memory to strike
this window struck by rain
from the outside world.
             7
South wind
Westward the sea merges with a mountain range.
From our left the south wind blows and drives us mad,
the kind of wind that strips bones of their flesh.
Our house among pines and carobs.
Large windows. Large tables
for writing you the letters we’ve been writing
so many months now, dropping them
into the space between us in order to fill it up.
Star of dawn, when you lowered your eyes
our hours were sweeter than oil
on a wound, more joyful than cold water
to the palate, more peaceful than a swan’s wings.
You held our life in the palm of your hand.
After the bitter bread of exile,
at night if we remain in front of the white wall
your voice approaches us like the hope of fire;
and again this wind hones
a razor against our nerves.
Each of us writes you the same thing
and each falls silent in the other’s presence,
watching, each of us, the same world separately
the light and darkness on the mountain range
and you.
Who will lift this sorrow from our hearts?
Yesterday evening a heavy rain and again today
the covered sky burdens us. Our thoughts –
like the pine needles of yesterday’s downpour
bunched up and useless in front of our doorway —
would build a collapsing tower.
Among these decimated villages
on this promontory, open to the south wind
with the mountain range in front of us hiding you,
who will appraise for us the sentence to oblivion?
Who will accept our offering, at this close of autumn?
             8
What are they after, our souls, travelling
on the decks of decayed ships
crowded in with sallow women and crying babies
unable to forget themselves either with the flying fish
or with the stars that the masts point our at their tips;
grated by gramophone records
committed to non-existent pilgrimages unwillingly
murmuring broken thoughts from foreign languages.
What are they after, our souls, travelling
on rotten brine-soaked timbers
from harbour to harbour?
Shifting broken stones, breathing in
the pine’s coolness with greater difficulty each day,
swimming in the waters of this sea
and of that sea,
without the sense of touch
without men
in a country that is no longer ours
nor yours.
We knew that the islands were beautiful
somewhere round about here where we grope,
slightly lower down or slightly higher up,
a tiny space.
             9
The harbour is old, I can’t wait any longer
for the friend who left the island with the pine trees
for the friend who left the island with the plane trees
for the friend who left for the open sea.
I stroke the rusted cannons, I stroke the oars
so that my body may revive and decide.
The sails give off only the smell
of salt from the other storm.
If I chose to remain alone, what I longed for
was solitude, not this kind of waiting,
my soul shattered on the horizon,
these lines, these colours, this silence.
The night’s stars take me back to Odysseus,
to his anticipation of the dead among the asphodels.
When we moored here we hoped to find among the asphodels
the gorge that knew the wounded Adonis.
             10
Our country is closed in, all mountains
that day and night have the low sky as their roof.
We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs,
only a few cisterns — and these empty — that echo, and that we worship.
A stagnant hollow sound, the same as our loneliness
the same as our love, the same as our bodies.
We find it strange that once we were able to build
our houses, huts and sheep-folds.
And our marriages, the cool coronals and the fingers,
become enigmas inexplicable to our soul.
How were our children born, how did they grow strong?
Our country is closed in. The two black Symplegades
close it in. When we go down
to the harbours on Sunday to breathe freely
we see, lit in the sunset,
the broken planks from voyages that never ended,
bodies that no longer know how to love.
             11
Sometimes your blood froze like the moon
in the limitless night your blood
spread its white wings over
the black rocks, the shapes of trees and houses,
with a little light from our childhood years.
             12
Bottle in the sea
Three rocks, a few burnt pines, a lone chapel
and farther above
the same landscape repeated starts again:
three rocks in the shape of a gateway, rusted,
a few burnt pines, black and yellow,
and a square hut buried in whitewash;
and still farther above, many times over,
the same landscape recurs level after level
to the horizon, to the twilit sky.
Here we moored the ship to splice the broken oars,
to drink water and to sleep.
The sea that embittered us is deep and unexplored
and unfolds a boundless calm.
Here among the pebbles we found a coin
and threw dice for it.
The youngest won it and disappeared.
We put to sea again with our broken oars….continued
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 13
Hydra
Dolphins banners and the sound of cannons.
The sea once so bitter to your soul
bore the many-coloured and glittering ships
it swayed, rolled and tossed them, all blue with white wings,
once so bitter to your soul
now full of colours in the sun.
White sails and sunlight and wet oars
struck with a rhythm of drums on stilled waves.
Your eyes, watching, would be beautiful,
your arms, reaching out, would glow,
your lips would come alive, as they used to,
at such a miracle:
that’s what you were looking for
                                           what were you looking for in front of ashes
or in the rain in the fog in the wind
even when the lights were growing dim
and the city was sinking and on the stone pavement
the Nazarene showed you his heart,
what were you looking for? why don’t you come? what were you looking for?
             14
Three red pigeons in the light
inscribing our fate in the light
with colours and gestures of people
we once loved.
             15
Quid πλατανων opacissimus
Sleep wrapped you in green leaves like a tree
you breathed like a tree in the quiet light
in the limpid spring I looked at your face:
eyelids closed, eyelashes brushing the water.
In the soft grass my fingers found your fingers
I held your pulse a moment
and felt elsewhere your heart’s pain.
Under the plane tree, near the water, among laurel
sleep moved you and scattered you
around me, near me, without my being able to touch the whole of you —
one as you were with your silence;
seeing your shadow grow and diminish,
lose itself in the other shadows, in the other
world that let you go yet held you back.
The life that they gave us to live, we lived.
Pity those who wait with such patience
lost in the black laurel under the heavy plane trees
and those, alone, who speak to cisterns and wells
and drown in the voice’s circles.
Pity the companion who shared our privation and our sweat
and plunged into the sun like a crow beyond the ruins,
without hope of enjoying our reward.
Give us, outside sleep, serenity.
             16
The name is Orestes
On the track, once more on the track, on the track,
how many times around, how many blood-stained laps, how many black
rows; the people who watch me,
who watched me when, in the chariot,
I raised my hand glorious, and they roared triumphantly.
The froth of the horses strikes me, when will the horses tire?
The axle creaks, the axle burns, when will the axle burst into flame?
When will the reins break, when will the hooves
tread flush on the ground
on the soft grass, among the poppies
where, in the spring, you picked a daisy.
They were lovely, your eyes, but you didn’t know where to look
nor did I know where to look, I, without a country,
I who go on struggling here, how many times around?
and I feel my knees give way over the axle
over the wheels, over the wild track
knees buckle easily when the gods so will it,
no one can escape, what use is strength, you can’t
escape the sea that cradled you and that you search for
at this time of trial, with the horses panting,
with the reeds that used to sing in autumn to the Lydian mode
the sea you cannot find no matter how you run
no matter how you circle past the black, bored Eumenides,
unforgiven.
             17
Astyanax
Now that you are leaving, take the boy with you as well,
the boy who saw the light under the plane tree,
one day when trumpets resounded and weapons shone
and the sweating horses
bent to the trough to touch with wet nostrils
the green surface of the water.
The olive trees with the wrinkles of our fathers
the rocks with the wisdom of our fathers
and our brother’s blood alive on the earth
were a vital joy, a rich pattern
for the souls who knew their prayer.
Now that you are leaving, now that the day of payment
dawns, now that no one knows
whom he will kill and how he will die,
take with you the boy who saw the light
under the leaves of that plane tree
and teach him to study the trees.
             18
I regret having let a broad river slip through my fingers
without drinking a single drop.
Now I’m sinking into the stone.
A small pine tree in the red soil
is all the company I have.
Whatever I loved vanished with the houses
that were new last summer
and crumbled in the winds of autumn.
             19
Even if the wind blows it doesn’t cool us
and the shade is meagre under the cypress trees
and all around slopes ascending to the mountains;
they’re a burden for us
the friends who no longer know how to die.
             20
In my breast the wound opens again
when the stars descend and become kin to my body
when silence falls under the footsteps of men.
These stones sinking into time, how far will they drag me with them?
The sea, the sea, who will be able to drain it dry?
I see the hands beckon each drawn to the vulture and the hawk
bound as I am to the rock that suffering has made mine,
I see the trees breathing the black serenity of the dead
and then the smiles, so static, of the statues.
             21
We who set out on this pilgrimage
looked at the broken statues
became distracted and said that life is not so easily lost
that death has unexplored paths
and its own particular justice;
that while we, still upright on our feet, are dying,
affiliated in stone
united in hardness and weakness,
the ancient dead have escaped the circle and risen again
and smile in a strange silence.
             22
So very much having passed before our eyes
that even our eyes saw nothing, but beyond
and behind was memory like the white sheet one night in an enclosure
where we saw strange visions, even stranger than you,
pass by and vanish into the motionless foliage of a pepper tree;
having known this fate of ours so well
wandering among broken stones, three or six thousand years
searching in collapsed buildings that might have been our homes
trying to remember dates and heroic deeds:
will we be able?
having been bound and scattered,
having struggled, as they said, with non-existent difficulties
lost, then finding again a road full of blind regiments
sinking in marshes and in the lake of Marathon,
will we be able to die as we should?
             23
A little farther
we will see the almond trees blossoming
the marble gleaming in the sun
the sea breaking into waves
a little farther,
let us rise a little higher.
             24
Here end the works of the sea, the works of love.
Those who will some day live here where we end —
should the blood happen to darken in their memory and overflow —
let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels,
let them turn the heads of the victims towards Erebus:
We who had nothing will school them in serenity.
Mythistorema by Orestes
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Some Desires of Your Heart from the Angel of the 12 Loves

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01  If  by Bread 
  1. If a picture paints a thousand words
  2. Then why can’t I paint you?
  3. The words will never show
  4. The you I’ve come to know
  5. If a face could launch a thousand ships
  6. Then where am I to go?
  7. There’s no one home but you
  8. You’re all that’s left me too
  9. And when my love for life is running dry
  10. You come and pour yourself on me
  11. If a man could be two places at one time
  12. I’d be with you
  13. Tomorrow and today
  14. Beside you all the way
  15. If the world should stop revolving
  16. Spinning slowly down to die
  17. I’d spend the end with you
  18. And when the world was through
  19. Then one by one the stars would all go out
  20. Then you and I would simply fly away

SONGWRITERS: GATES, DAVID

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02.  Silly Love Songs

  1. You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs
  2. I look around me and I see it isn’t so
  3. Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
  4. And what’s wrong with that
  5. I’d like to know
  6. ‘Cause here I go again
  7. I love you, I love you
  8. I love you, I love you
  9. I can’t explain the feeling’s plain to me, can’t you see
  10. Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me now can’t you see
  11. What’s wrong with that
  12. I need to know
  13. Cause here I go again
  14. I love you, I love you
  15. Love doesn’t come in a minute
  16. Sometimes it doesn’t come at all
  17. I only know that when I’m in it
  18. It isn’t silly, love isn’t silly, love isn’t silly at all
  19. How can I tell you about my loved one
  20. How can I tell you about my loved one
  21. How can I tell you about my loved one
  22. How can I tell you about my loved one
  23. I love you, I love you
  24. I love you
  25. (I can’t explain the feeling’s plain to me, say can’t you see)
  26. I love you
  27. (Ah, he gave me all, he gave it all to me to me, say can’t you see)
  28. I love you
  29. (I can’t explain the feeling’s plain to me, say can’t you see)
  30. I love you
  31. (Ah, he gave me all, he gave it all to me to me, say can’t you see)
  32. I love you
  33. (I can’t explain the feeling’s plain to me, say can’t you see)
  34. I love you
  35. (Ah, he gave me all, he gave it all to me to me, say can’t you see)
  36. You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs
  37. I look around me and I see it isn’t so, oh no
  38. Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
  39. What’s wrong with that
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03. Alone Again Naturally

  1. In a little while from now
  2. If I’m not feeling any less sour
  3. I promise myself to treat myself
  4. And visit a nearby tower
  5. And climbing to the top
  6. Will throw myself off
  7. In an effort to
  8. Make it clear to whoever
  9. Wants to know what it’s like When you’re shattered
  10. Left standing in the lurch at a church
  11. Were people saying, My God, that’s tough
  12. She stood him up
  13. No point in us remaining
  14. We may as well go home
  15. As I did on my own
  16. Alone again, naturally
  17. To think that only yesterday
  18. I was cheerful, bright and gay
  19. Looking forward to who wouldn’t do
  20. The role I was about to play
  21. But as if to knock me down
  22. Reality came around
  23. And without so much as a mere touch
  24. Cut me into little pieces
  25. Leaving me to doubt
  26. Talk about, God in His mercy
  27. Oh, if he really does exist
  28. Why did he desert me
  29. In my hour of need
  30. I truly am indeed
  31. Alone again, naturally
  32. It seems to me that
  33. There are more hearts broken in the world
  34. That can’t be mended
  35. Left unattended
  36. What do we do
  37. What do we do
  38. Alone again, naturally
  39. Looking back over the years
  40. And whatever else that appears
  41. I remember I cried when my father died
  42. Never wishing to hide the tears
  43. And at sixty-five years old
  44. My mother, God rest her soul
  45. Couldn’t understand why the only man
  46. She had ever loved had been taken
  47. Leaving her to start
  48. With a heart so badly broken
  49. Despite encouragement from me
  50. No words were ever
  51. And when she passed away
  52. I cried and cried all day
  53. Alone again, naturally
  54. Alone again, naturally

Songwriters
MAURICE ERNEST GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB

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04.  Song: Yesterday Once More

  1.  When I was young I’d listen to the radio
  2. Waitin’ for my favorite songs
  3. When they played I’d sing along, it made me smile
  4. Those were such happy times and not so long ago
  5. How I wondered where they’d gone
  6. But they’re back again just like a long lost friend
  7. All the songs I loved so well
  8. Every sha-la-la-la
  9. Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
  10. Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they’re startin’ to sing’s, so fine
  11. When they get to the part
  12. Where he’s breakin’ her heart
  13. It can really make me cry, just like before
  14. It’s yesterday once more
  15. Lookin’ back on how it was in years gone by
  16. And the good times that I had
  17. Makes today seem rather sad, so much has changed.
  18. It was songs of love that I would sing to then
  19. And I’d memorize each word
  20. Those old melodies still sound so good to me
  21. As they melt the years away
  22. Every sha-la-la-la
  23. Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
  24. Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they’re startin’ to sing’s so fine
  25. All my best memories come back clearly to me
  26. Some can even make me cry, just like before
  27. It’s yesterday once more
  28. Every sha-la-la-la
  29. Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
  30. Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they’re startin’ to sing’s so fine
  31. Every sha-la-la-la
  32. Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
  33. Every shing-a-ling-a-ling}

Song: Yesterday Once More

Songwriters

JOHN BETTIS, RICHARD LYNN CARPENTER

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05. Close to You

  1. Why do birds suddenly appear
  2. Every time you are near?
  3. Just like me, they long to be
  4. Close to you
  5. Why do stars fall down from the sky
  6. Every time you walk by?
  7. Just like me, they long to be
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  9. On the day that you were born
  10. The angels got together
  11. And decided to create a dream come true
  12. So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of golden starlight in your eyes of blue
  13. That is why all the girls in town
  14. Follow you all around
  15. Just like me, they long to be
  16. Close to you
  17. On the day that you were born
  18. The angels got together
  19. And decided to create a dream come true
  20. So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
  21. That is why all the girls in town
  22. Follow you all around
  23. Just like me, they long to be
  24. Close to you
  25. Just like me, they long to be
  26. Close to you
  27. Wa, close to you
  28. Wa, close to you
  29. Ha, close to you
  30. La, close to you

Songwriters
BURT F. BACHARACH, HAL DAVID, CHUN YAT LEI

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06. My Love

  1. And when I go away
  2. I know my heart can stay with my love
  3. It’s understood, it’s in the hands of my love
  4. And my love does it good
  5. Wo wo wo wo, wo wo wo wo
  6. My love does it good
  7. And when the cupboard’s bare
  8. I’ll still find somethin’ there with my love
  9. It’s understood, it’s everywhere with my love
  10. And my love does it good
  11. Wo wo wo wo, wo wo wo wo
  12. My love does it good
  13. Oh, I love, oh, my love
  14. Only my love holds the other key to me
  15. Oh, my love, oh, my love
  16. Only my love does it good to me
  17. Wo wo wo wo, wo wo wo wo
  18. My love does it good
  19. Don’t ever ask me why
  20. Lord, I never say goodbye to my love
  21. It’s understood, it’s everywhere with my love
  22. And my love, she does it good
  23. Wo wo wo wo, wo wo wo wo
  24. Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
  25. My love does it good
  26. Oh, I love, oh, my love
  27. Only my love does it good to me
  28. Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
My Love is Written by Nicholas Brodszky – Sammy Cahn • Copyright © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC a Crown Partner and Subsidiary
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07. Lost without your love 

  1. Lost and all alone.
  2. I always thought that I could make it on my own.
  3. But since you left I hardly make it thought the day.
  4. My tears get in the way, and I need you back to stay.
  5. I wonder through the night
  6. Search the world for the words to make it right.
  7. All I want is the way it used to be
  8. With you here holding me.
  9. I’ve got to make you see,
  10. That I’m lost with out your love.
  11. Life without you isn’t worth the trouble of.
  12. I’m as helpless as a ship without a wind,
  13. A touch without a feel
  14. I can’t believe its real
  15. And someday I’ll wake and find my heart won’t have to break.
  16. Yes, I’m lost with out your love.
  17. Life without you isn’t worth the trouble of.
  18. All I want is the way it used to be
  19. I need you here with me.
  20. Oh darling can’t you see,
  21. If we had love before we can have it back once more

Songwriters
DAVID ASHWORTH GATES

Published by
Lyrics © DAVID GATES D/B/A KIPAHULU MUSIC

Read more: Bread – Lost Without Your Love Lyrics

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08.  We’ve only just begun

  1. We’ve only just begun to live
  2. White lace and promises
  3. A kiss for luck and we’re on our way
  4. (We’ve only begun)
  5. Before the risin’ sun, we fly
  6. So many roads to choose
  7. We’ll start out walkin’ and learn to run
  8. (And yes, we’ve just begun)
  9. Sharing horizons that are new to us
  10. Watching the signs along the way
  11. Talkin’ it over, just the two of us
  12. Workin’ together day to day
  13. Together
  14. And when the evening comes, we smile
  15. So much of life ahead
  16. We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow
  17. (And yes, we’ve just begun)
  18. Sharing horizons that are new to us
  19. Watching the signs along the way
  20. Talkin’ it over, just the two of us
  21. Workin’ together day to day
  22. Together
  23. Together
  24. And when the evening comes, we smile
  25. So much of life ahead
  26. We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow
  27. And yes, we’ve just begun

Songwriters – We’ve Only Just Begun 
NICHOLS WILLIAMS,

We’ve Only Just Begun – Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group,

The Carpenters – We’ve Only Just Begun,

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09. Summer Breeze Lyrics

  1. See the curtains hangin’ in the window
  2. in the evenin’ on a Friday night
  3. A little light a-shinin’ through the window
  4. lets me know everything is alright
  5. (chorus)
  6. Summer breeze
  7. makes me feel fine
  8. blowing through the jasmine in my mind
  9. Summer breeze
  10. makes me feel fine
  11. blowing through the jasmine in my mind
  12. See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk
  13. a little music from the house next door
  14. So I walked on up to the doorstep
  15. through the screen and across the floor
  16. (chorus)
  17. Sweet days of summer
  18. the jasmine’s in bloom
  19. July is dressed up
  20. and playing her tune
  21. And I come home
  22. from a hard day’s work
  23. and you’re waiting there
  24. not a care in the world
  25. See the smile a-waitin’ in the kitchen
  26. food cookin’ and the plates for two
  27. Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
  28. in the evening when the day is through
  29. (chorus)
  30. Summer Breeze – Album: Summer Breeze / Original Release Date: 1972 – Genre: Pop / Label: 1972 Warner Bros Records Incorporated by Crown Aquisitions. Warner Brothers and The Warner Music Group are Crown Partners and Subsidiaries – Song Duration: 3 min 25 sec
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10. I’d Really Love to See You Tonight – England Dan and John Ford Coley

I’d Really Love to See You Tonight – England Dan and John Ford Coley – Songwriters Parker Mc Gee Published by FAIZILU PUBLISHING;SUTJUJO MUSIC a Crown Partner and Subsidiary

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11. 10CC – I’m Not in Love

“I’m Not In Love 

  1. I’m not in love
  2. So don’t forget it
  3. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
  4. And just because
  5. I call you up
  6. Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
  7. I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..
  8. I like to see you
  9. But then again
  10. That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me
  11. So if I call you
  12. Don’t make a fuss
  13. Don’t tell your friends about the two of us
  14. I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..
  15. I keep your picture
  16. Upon the wall
  17. It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there
  18. So don’t you ask me
  19. To give it back
  20. I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
  21. I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..
  22. Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
  23. Ooh you’ll wait a long time
  24. Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
  25. Ooh you’ll wait a long time
  26. I’m not in love
  27. So don’t forget it
  28. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
  29. And just because I call you up
  30. Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
  31. I’m not in love
  32. I’m not in love

10CC – I’m Not in Love – Songwriters ERIC STEWART – Published by Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING Incorporated by Crown Aquisitions,

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I write the Songs that Make the Whole World Sing 

  1. I’ve been alive forever
  2. And I wrote the very first song
  3. I put the words and the melodies together
  4. I am music and I write the songs
  5. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
  6. I write the songs of love and special things
  7. I write the songs that make the young girls cry
  8. I write the songs, I write the songs
  9. My home lies deep within you
  10. And I’ve got my own place in your soul
  11. Now, when I look out through your eyes
  12. I’m young again, even though I’m very old
  13. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
  14. I write the songs of love and special things
  15. I write the songs that make the young girls cry
  16. I write the songs, I write the songs
  17. Oh my music makes you dance
  18. And gives you spirit to take a chance
  19. And I wrote some rock ‘n’ roll so you can move
  20. Music fills your heart
  21. Well, that’s a real fine place to start
  22. It’s from me it’s for you
  23. It’s from you, it’s for me
  24. It’s a worldwide symphony
  25. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
  26. I write the songs of love and special things
  27. I write the songs that make the young girls cry
  28. I write the songs, I write the songs
  29. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
  30. I write the songs of love and special things
  31. I write the songs that make the young girls cry
  32. I write the songs, I write the songs
  33. I am music (music) and I write the songs

Barry Manilow – I Write The Songs – Songwriters
BRUCE JOHNSTON –Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group a Crown Partner and Subsidiary

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