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Scottish Dubliner Posted Thu 21 Oct, 2010 3:37 PM |
Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Patio Song (Welsh again)
Well isn't it a lovely day
Oh, I'm feeling all brand new
Well isn't it a lovely day
Oh, boating on sunday with you
And if you really want to kiss her
Just go right up and tell her
Oh, isn't it a lovely day for love
Well isn't it a lovely day
Oh, my patio's on fire
Well isn't it a lovely day?
Oh no, words are wisdomd from liars
And if you really want to kiss her
Just go right up and tell her
Oh, isn't it a lovely day for
Mae'n bwrw glaw
So dal fy llaw
Ond mae'r gaeaf mor hir
Mae'n cymryd gormod o tir
Dal fy llaw
Mae'n bwrw glaw
Ond mae'r gaeaf mor hir
Mae'n cymryd gormod o tir
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SamuraiSandy Posted Thu 21 Oct, 2010 4:18 PM |
Beck - Loser
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
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minnmess Posted Thu 21 Oct, 2010 4:55 PM |
When the laughter fades away
Ma vie
Toute ma vie
When there's nothing more to say
Ma vie
My oh my
Travis- Last Laugh of the Laughter |
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Thu 21 Oct, 2010 5:32 PM |
Dean Martin used to sing Return to Me half in English half in Italian.
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Turtleneck Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 1:52 PM |
| Dubz, you're in charge today. |
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 2:10 PM |
Why, thank you.
Let's start with.
Light
 
Dubz |
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Edel Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 2:18 PM |
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out |
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 2:23 PM |
The Doors - Light My Fire
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
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Turtleneck Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 3:40 PM |
Turn on your heart light
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
"Heart Light" Neil Diamond
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 4:01 PM |
By the light, of the silvery moon
By the light, of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon,
To my honey I'll croon love's tune.
Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June.
Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams,
We'll be cuddlin' soon,
By the silvery moon.
Dubz |
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Turtleneck Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 4:13 PM |
I thought the term "spoon" was fairly new.
They were spooning back in 1942.
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mili Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 5:33 PM |
Would you let me lie here by your side
Would you hold my hand if I close my eyes
Would you take me there last one more time
Tonight - under light
Would you be my friend for a while
Would you please pretend that you don't lie
Would you keep me warm if the sun won't shine
Tonight - under the city light
Would you be my guide if I am shy
Would you do me things that I don't mind
Would you give me ride that I can fly
Tonight - under light
Husky Rescue: City Lights |
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Turtleneck Posted Fri 22 Oct, 2010 7:20 PM |
This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine |
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hennypenny Posted Sat 23 Oct, 2010 2:44 AM |
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Snow Patrol - Run |
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Sat 23 Oct, 2010 11:11 AM |
The Light at the End of the Tunnel (is the Light of an Oncoming Train) - Half Man Half Biscuit
She stayed with me until she moved to Notting Hill
She said it was the place she needs to be
Where the cocaine is Fairtrade and frequently displayed
Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD
I thought she’d be back in three weeks and we’d go wandering the Peaks
Sojourn in my Uncle Joe’s ashram
For when you’re in Matlock Bath you don’t need Sylvia Plath
Not while they’ve got Mrs. Gibson’s Jam
Alas I’m brooding alone by the runnel
While she’s in Capri with her swain
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
Well we both grew up in Eyam and strange as it may seem
Neither of us thought we’d ever leave
But the beak in Leek is weak
And she’s moved in so to speak
With featureless TV producer Steve
And now it’s all Eva Cassidy and aphids in Picardy
And so I can only ascertain
That the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
No frills, handy for the hills, that’s the way you spell New Mills
Brooding alone by the runnel
While she’s in Capri with her swain
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
Is the light of an oncoming train
Is the light of an oncoming
Old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
It’s good enough for me.
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