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Interspersed with the crops are wild mesquite trees, left in the fields because they can fix nitrogen and gather deeply stored soil nutrients.

Succession is also used strategically. For instance, practitioners may plant a crop that causes the weed community to shift toward species that are not a problem for the next crop.

Or they might emphasize nitrogen and soil-carbon buildup in one part of the rotation cycle to increase the productivity of subsequent crops. Finally, researchers at Rodale have spent some time, as Jackson has, looking for perennial replacements for annuals such as wheat, rice, oats, barley. Letting the Cows Out in the Midwest Crop growers are not the only ones caught in the box canyon of industrial farming.

For years now, dairy farmers in the upper Midwest have been cutting hay with machines instead of letting the cows graze it. Now all that is changing. They report that they enjoy the work of bringing the cows to their food rather than the other way around. Grass farmers also find that their cows are healthier and their bills are slimmer. Manure in the fields means they can pare back their fertilizer bills, and because they hay with machinery only twice, they also save money on fuel and machine wear.

After a few years, many of the farmers are shifting to an even more natural cycle. This dry-off allows the grass farmers to do what had been unthinkable in the old system—take a vacation. The term grass farming signals a change in how the farmers see themselves. Lazy With Your Love - Bucks Fizz - The Very Best Of Bucks Fizz (CD) one is a complete expert on managing grass pasture for their herds. Beyond this, they turn to one another for advice, and have formed a long-distance support community.

To grow good pasture, grass farmers face many of the same challenges that prairie restorers face. They begin with an alfalfa field, then sow in about four species of grass. As the years wind on, wild plants infiltrate, some that the farmers have never seen before. As Rittmann says, they are watching succession on their lands and comparing notes, learning what the land might have looked like before the plow. One man was at first puzzled and then absolutely thrilled to hear a strange crackling noise in his fields—the sound of hundreds of thousands of earthworm holes opening back up after a rain.

Another farmer said it took three years of grass farming before he finally heard birdsong returning to his pastures. Now he counts and catalogs the bird diversity around his pastures as a way of assessing their health. The spread of the grass-farming idea should be studied carefully for clues. How will The Land Institute sell its idea to farmers who are already treading water as fast as they can just to keep up?

How do you spring the mind free from its fears? Wes Jackson is well aware of all the things our minds have to overcome. For starters, he describes the mind shaped by reductionist science, the American experience, evolution, and affluence. How, then, will the Breadbasket become a domestic prairie? So far, Perennial polycultures on those same lands would offer farmers an income in addition to holding down their soils.

They could collect their income in one of three ways. They could hay the domestic prairies, harvest the seed for human consumption, or, if they have livestock, simply graze them. This way, the income would come back to the farmer, instead of being shipped off to the manufacturers of pesticides and fertilizers. The time is right for this sort of transition, Piper feels, because the CRP is due to sunset soon, and it may not be renewed. In a survey conducted by the Ohio Soil and Water Conservation Association, 63 percent of farmers said they were planning, for economic reasons, to plow up their CRP lands if subsidies dry up.

To a culture accustomed to causing damage, that sounds sweet to the ear. There are some noneroding bottomlands that are perfectly suitable for planting in row crops—under an organic regime, of course. On these lands, Natural Systems Agriculture makes more ecological sense. Ultimately, the strongest persuader is likely to be changing economic conditions. When the way farmers or anyone else, for that matter have been doing things becomes economically uncomfortable, they will be eager to try something new.

This may happen when fossil fuels begin to run out, making farm inputs such as gasoline, fertilizer, and pesticide prohibitively expensive. Because of its chemical diversity, the farm would naturally protect itself from most pests, tamping down populations before they reach epidemic levels.

Weeds would be managed by the chemical interaction of plants and by shading. Nutrients would be held in the soil instead of leaching out.

Pesticide and fertilizer use would be minimal, maintenance light, and plantings infrequent. A farmer could start over with a new crop of perennials every three to five years, but would do so by choice, not by necessity. Livestock would also require less babying. Beef cattle are now being bred with buffalo, for instance, to produce animals with tougher hides, like barns on their backs. These beefalo could be left outside in winter, obviating the need for lumber to build protective structures.

Throughout the year, they could be moved from one polyculture to another in a rhythm that does not jeopardize flowering and seed set. Their wastes would contribute to the crumb structure of the soil, which, along with root action, allows the sod to wick moisture in and allocate it slowly.

More water-holding capacity would mean less call for irrigation. It might even encourage springs to reopen as underground reserves are recharged. The following is an attempt at an itinerary. Consulting the Genius of the Place: Research Wes Jackson compares the typical agricultural researcher to the proverbial drunkard who is looking for his lost keys under the streetlight. In like fashion, our research institutions have searched for agricultural advances where the money is—in the glare of industrial farming.

Taxpayers foot the bill in the form of appropriations to USDA research and in the form of 20 percent investment credits to new private research facilities. What are we paying for? Right now, the bulk of research helps to shore up the system of farming that is already in place. Most disease dollars, for instance, are spent on diseases that afflict only crops grown in continuous culture, a system we know is anathema to soil fertility. Instead of investigating markets for alternative crops those that can be grown in rotationour economists continue to invent new markets for the big input- hungry four: wheat, corn, rye, and soybeans.

And, of course, a lot of money goes toward breeding crops that will withstand chemicals. The Land Institute had been striving to keep arable land arable for twenty years now, with negligible federal assistance.

Wes Jackson had been waiting for just the right moment. When The Land staff members had scored five articles in prestigious scientific journals, he put on his meeting clothes and went to Kansas congressman Pat Roberts, who was the Agriculture Committee chair at the time. Jackson laid out a plan for several sites around the country that would be centers for Natural Systems Agriculture. This network would take this agricultural Kitty Hawk and put it through fifteen to twenty-five years of wind-tunnel tests in different climatic regimes.

The congressman answered with a question. Setting Up the Books: Energetics After we all sat down, Jackson started rhapsodizing about his latest passion. We laugh, and then he explains that ecologists are a breed of accountant. If we are to switch to a more natural agriculture, says Jackson, our systems must also pencil out, in at least two ways: 1 Economically, they must sustain farmers and their communities, and 2 ecologically, they must pay their own energy bills and not draw down the resources of the local landscape or the planet.

It may mean pricing food commodities to reflect their true costs. It may mean eliminating some of the tax breaks that encourage the substitution of capital for labor and essentially subsidize irrational farm expansion and overproduction. In their place, says Strange, we should design policies that give a hand to farmers who are more likely to treat the land well—those on owner-operated, family-held, and internally financed farms.

To stay viable, these farms must ultimately break the unhealthy coupling they now have with the petroleum and chemical industries. Whenever you break the cycle of dependency, you inevitably hear the anguished moans of the addict in withdrawal. Without large farms and fossil- fuel amendments, will we still be able to feed ourselves? Will we be able to feed the world? Consider that we have had a grain surplus every year since the thirties in this country, and that eighty percent of our grain is not fed to people but to livestock.

The point is that the sanctity of seeking higher yields—the agronomic equivalent of the search for gold—makes it virtual heresy to drop down to more realistic yields, to what the land will support over time.

The Land realized that in order to defend the yields of perennial polyculture against those of conventional monocultures, it would have to somehow level the playing field. Once you take away the crutches of industrial farming, would it be more economical to grow perennial polycultures or conventional crops?

Cutting down on maintenance, fertilizer, and pesticides is bound to save money, perhaps enough to make this form of farming as competitive as its fuel- dependent cousin. But now we need the data to prove it. There were studies on organic pesticidefree farms, but none on organic farms that also grew their crops without fertilizer and without diesel fuel. After twenty years, a lack of published data had come to look more like a red cape than a stop sign to this group.

So inthey pawed at the ground a few times and began the Sunshine Farm project: one hundred and fifty acres, conventional crops, tractors that use vegetable oil for fuel, photovoltaic panels for electricity, draft horses for some field operations, longhorn cattle for manure and meat, hens that turn compost then turn a profit with eggsand broilers that forage in alfalfa.

In all, a demonstration farm where biological and solar energy are expected to pay the bills. Over coffee, he stokes up his computer and shows me a giant database. We literally measure the size, weight, and amount of everything—every fencepost, every galvanized gate, every foot of Lazy With Your Love - Bucks Fizz - The Very Best Of Bucks Fizz (CD) wire, every plastic pail.

We figure out how much energy it takes society to make that product, and then we record it in kilocalories. A trip to the store for ten- penny nails takes fuel, labor, and the energy society expended to manufacture the nails—all debits against the farm.

In turn, everything the farm produces— all crops, livestock, biofuels, and so on—is recorded as an asset. The trick is to balance the budget so the farm is not a drain on the planet. Can it do all this and grow crops that will reimburse society for the energy embedded in material off-farm purchases? Answers like these will tell us what agriculture really costs, and perhaps, says Bender, suggest a more accurate, long-term cost for what we eat.

The creases in his face, if you counted them, might tell you something about the drought cycles in this part of the world. With impeccable cowboy manners, he touches his hat, apologizes for interrupting, then consults with Bender, not about the chickens or the crops but about the kilowatt meter that monitors the solar-panel array.

This is not your ordinary farm operation, I conclude, at least not yet. Right livelihood might be voluntary today, but The Land Institute predicts that someday it will be mandatory. When fossil fuel runs out or becomes too expensive, people will have to do sunshine farming. In the meantime, Jackson hopes the Sunshine Farm will not be an isolated experiment.

So the good examples, whether they are the good examples among organic farmers, or the good examples among research efforts, or just the good examples of ordinary right livelihood, give us a standard.

If we want to weave the ecological paradigm into our research and our economy, we need to bring people back to farm country. Nature teaches us that ecosystems are made up of habitat specialists—local experts who know how to work the system.

One hundred and fifty years of farming the American plains has also resulted in an accumulation of local knowledge. People have learned how to time plantings, how to read the weather, and what to expect from soils, insects, diseases, and each other.

The problem is that with the rapid depopulation of the countryside, this knowledge has been disappearing. At this point, only 1 percent of the U. As Wendell Berry observes, no one bemoans the fact that a farm Grange is closing for lack of members; in fact, we are more scandalized by the loss of indigenous rain forest cultures than we are by the loss of American rural cultures.

Jackson notes that this loss of farmers is not the first but the second wave of loss. Moved by this belief, Jackson decided to learn what he could about human communities in rural areas. After all, native peoples lived here for hundreds of years, in far greater concentrations than we have today in some rural counties. How was it that the land could support them in a sustainable way? Friends and employees of The Land have since begun to move into town, restoring their homes with used lumber and other renewable technologies and transforming the school into an education center and conference space for artists, scholars, and teachers interested in becoming native to their places.

What can we safely graft onto that? How can we create patterns of sustainability together? The people of Matfield—like Evie Mae Reidel who knows what phase of the moon is best for planting potatoes—can help us discover those patterns. With their help, we can teach other homecomers. Each month, the Tallgrass Prairie Producers, a cooperative devoted to raising prairiefed cattle, gathers to strategize in one of the old, high-ceilinged classrooms.

During the summer, workshops will be held here for teachers who are designing a place-based curriculum for rural schoolkids. In the meantime, staff from The Land are conducting an environmental history of the area to see decade by decade how land use has changed.

This is the first phase of an ecological community accounting project designed to determine the human carrying capacity of a place.

Our teachers are the prairie and the people who have been shaped by the prairie for generations. Getting your boat into an eddy is hard work. You must cross the line of tension, the rip between the downstream torrent and the curling upstream flow. It takes some momentum and a vigorous, well-placed paddle brace to pivot across the eddy line and into the sanity of smoother water.

In the same way, our transition to sustainability must be a deliberate choice to leave the linear surge of an extractive economy and enter a circulating, renewable one. Wes Jackson thinks it appropriate that agriculture be the first eddy we enter. He has often called agriculture the Fall, the beginning of our estrangement from nature. Natural Systems Agriculture is as different from conventional agriculture as the airplane was from the train. The only logical champions of this revolution are consumers who care about how their food is grown, small independent farmers, and a government that represents them.

Already people are supporting agriculture that attempts to wean itself from fossil fuels, at least where pesticides and excessive tilling are concerned. The popularity of certified organic foods, food-in-season restaurants, and community supported agriculture CSA are a few examples of eddies that are forming in the river.

Through CSAs, city dwellers subscribe with a local organic farmer at the beginning of the season, then pick up a bag brimming with fresh produce each week of the summer. The farmer gets the money up front, and the buyer shares in the risk, agreeing to eat whatever crops do well and do without those that fail.

In this way, consumers learn to eat with the cycles of the local landscape and have the satisfaction of knowing their food is grown nearby and in conscientious ways.

According to Russell Ubby, director of the Maine Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association, farms in North America are now doing business via this pre-pay share method. Wisconsin has the most, he says, followed by New York and California. That more people are beginning to care about this aspect of our lives does not surprise me. The idea that food is more than a commodity is deep within us, which makes the thought of a square tomato seem outrageous, or at least distasteful to most of us.

We know that the scale of farming should be smaller and more personal—that the land would be better served by stewardship than by massive tractors sporting six TVs. The novelist Joseph Conrad said that there are only a few things that are really important for us to know and that all of us know them. We want our farmers to be breaking off an ear of corn to taste a kernel right before harvest. And I think that instinct comes from our biological urge to survive.

Food is something we have it in our genes to care about, and we have been severed from that caring for too long. In reality, they are the conservatives, secure in the knowledge that their ecomodel is older than agriculture, and that it will be here long after oil-driven agriculture is a memory.

This is not really a new fangled thing we are inventing here, insists Jackson. It is just a matter of discovering what is already there and mirroring it.

All in all, I think nature-based agriculture will be nourishing in the best sense of the word—an honest and honorable way to take our place in the food web that connects all life. We have lived too long by hubris, imposing disruptive patterns on the land, squaring the circle. If we as a country, or as a global net of communities, are truly committed to sustainability in all things, agriculture must be first on our agenda, the first meal of the new day. A change this grand will take the cooperative will of all of us, and it will be based on the one characteristic we all share—a primal need to eat.

That was before duckweed moved in and stole the big sky show away. Duckweed is a floating plant with a single round leaf, as thin as paper and no wider than a pencil eraser.

It spends its winter alive at the bottom of my frozen pond, feeding on its own stored starch. One buzzy May day, it pops up as if arriving for an appointment, and then, to put it mildly, it multiplies.

By August, when the leaves of cattails and cotton-woods have grown dark and dusty, duckweed is still exuberantly green, so springtime green that people stop their cars to stare. We thought it was wet paint, they tell me. En masse, duckweed spreads an impressive solar array—one plant, a mere quarter of an inch across, can multiply through the sheer energy of sunlight to cover an area the size of a football field in a couple of months.

But there is not just one; there are millions of them. This spasm of photosynthesis—sunlight transformed into acres of green tissue before my eyes—is more than just my nemesis. Joseph Priestley, an English amateur chemist, mystified the curious when he published the results of his bell jar experiment in Vegetation, he told the world, can somehow repair air.

But in the devilish way that photosynthesis research seems to work, Priestley was plagued for years by disappointment when he tried to repeat these experiments. Historians think he must have moved his jar to a darkened corner of his lab, not knowing that light played a role in the release of oxygen from the mint leaves.

Mouse after mouse kept passing out. It took eight more years before Dutch physician and chemist Jan Ingenhousz did the same experiment near a sunny window and had a lightbulb of revelation blink on. The rest is history. In the meantime, animals like us take that oxygen and those sugars and transform them back into carbon dioxide, water, and energy. Eden Alene Eden Alene. Eurovision Song Contest I Am Belarusian. Note : "Withdrawn" refers to entries that withdrew after applying to enter.

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Take my line, go fishing for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go Stepping off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir 'Cause everyone's doin' that rag Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir 'Cause everyone's doin' that rag.

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your Lazy With Your Love - Bucks Fizz - The Very Best Of Bucks Fizz (CD) is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey, love, go and take a look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now But you can wade in the water and never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag Wade in the water and never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag.

One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawling up and down your sleeve Come back here, baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play Is it all fall down; is it all go under Is it all fall down; is it all go under [etc]. When I was just a little young boy Papa said "Son, you'll never get far I'll tell you the reason, if you want to know 'Cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go" note 1.

Well baby, baby wants a gold diamond ring Wants it more than almost any old thing Well when I get those jelly roll blues Why, I'd go and get anything in this world for you. Down to the jewelry store packing a gun Says "wrap it up, I think I'll take this one" "A thousand dollars, please" the jewelry man said Dupree, he said "I'll pay this one to you off in lead". Well you know son, you just can't figure First thing you know, you're gonna pull that trigger And it's no wonder your reason goes bad Jelly roll will drive you stone mad.

Judge said "Son, it's gonna cost you some time" Dupree said "Judge, you know that crossed my mind" Judge said "[In] fact it's gonna cost you your life" Dupree, he said "Judge, you know that seems to me to be about right". Well, baby, baby's gonna lose her sweet man Dupree came out with a losing hand Baby's gonna weep it up for a while Then go out and find another sweet man gonna treat her with style.

Judge said "Son, I know your baby well But that's a secret that I can't never tell" Dupree said "Judge, well, it's well understood And you got to admit that sweet, sweet jelly's so good". Same old story, and I know it's been told Some like jelly jelly, some like gold Many a man's done a terrible thing Just to get baby a shiny diamond ring.

Promises made in the dark dissolve by light of day Easy answers Ain't no saying what will be, it's always been that way Only thing I know for sure, someone got to pay Easy answers Ain't no easy answers, is what I got to say. Easy answers I don't wanna hear Ain't nobody cares C'mon let's go I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know. Love is an easy word to say, roll's right off the tongue Easy answers Seems to crop up like a weed, in every song that's sung It always sounds so easy, the way it falls upon the ear Easy answers Plenty easy answers now, listen to me here Easy answersv.

I've been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer Been chipping up rocks for the great highway I'll live five years if I take my time Balling that jack and drinking my wine.

I been chipping them rocks from dawn till doom While my rider hide my bottle in the other room note 1 Doctor say better stop balling that jack If I live five years I'm gonna bust my back, yes I will note 2. Easy wind, cross the Bayou today note 3 'Cause there's a whole lotta women, Mama Out in red on the streets today note 4 And the river keeps a talking But you never heard a word Lazy With Your Love - Bucks Fizz - The Very Best Of Bucks Fizz (CD) said.

Gotta find a woman be good to me Won't hide my liquor try, to serve me tea 'Cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true And I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. Right outside this lazy summer home note 1 You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home Wondering where the nuthatch winter's Wings a mile long Just carried the bird away.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own. There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own. Long distance runner, what you standing there for?

Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain. Almost ablaze, still you don't feel the heat note 4 It takes all you got just to stay on the beat You say it's a living, we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete If mercy's in business, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Long distance runner, what you holding out for note 5 Caught in slow motion in a dash to the door The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had, why you want to give more?

Carve your name, carve your name in ice and wind Search for where, search for where the rivers end Or where the rivers start Do everything that's in you, you feel to be your part But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.

Dare to leap, leap from ledges high and wide Learn to speak, speak with wisdom like a child Directly to the heart Crown yourself the king of clowns or stand way back apart But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.

Shun a friend, shun a brother and a friend Never look, never look around the bend Or check the weather chart Sign the Mona Lisa with a spray can, call it art But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.

A foolish heart will call on you to toss your dreams away Then turn around and blame you for the way you went astray A foolish heart will cost you sleep and often make you curse A selfish heart is trouble, but a foolish heart is worse. Bite the hand, bite the hand that bakes your bread Dare to leap, where the angels fear to tread Till you are torn apart Stoke the fires of paradise with coals from hell to start But never give you love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.

In another time's forgotten space Your eyes looked from your mother's face note a Wildflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. I'll tell you where the four winds dwell note b In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you lose your way.

God save the child who rings that bell note c It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell note d One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused, listen to the music play.

Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends If you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind. In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep note e Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed in the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again. In another time's forgotten space Your eyes looked through your mother's face Wildflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home.

Roll away, the dew Roll away, roll away the dew Roll away, roll away the dew Roll away, roll away the dew. I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you lose your way. God save the child who rings that bell I may have one good ring baby, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused just listen to the music play. I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds note a Didn't get to sleep that night till the morning came around.

Set out running but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep Tonight. I ran into the devil babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there note b He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air. Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight Second one is prison baby, sheriff's on my trail note c And if he catches up with me I'll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino babe, and one in Cherokee First one says she's got my child but it don't look like me. Moses come riding up on a quasar note 1 His spurs was a-jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold note 2 I asked him to come on in out of the cold His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun Now and again these things just got to be done.

Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence Get right to work if you have any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come in with his eyes on the floor Says, "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door" Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in" I asked him for water he poured me some wine We finished the bottle then broke into mine You get what you come for, you're ready to go And it's one in ten thousand done come for the show.

Abraham and Isaac digging on a well Mama come quick with the water witch spell Cool clear water where you can't never tell. And now he's gone Now he's gone, Lord he's gone He's gone Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track He's gone, gone, and nothing's gonna bring him back He's gone. Going where the wind don't blow so strange Maybe off on some high cold mountain range note 1 Lost one round but the price wasn't anything A knife in the back and more of the same. Same old Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb You know better, but I know him.

Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back. Paradise waits On the crest of a wave her angels in flame She has no pain Like a child she is pure, she is not to blame Poised for flight, wings spread bright Spring from night into the sun Don't stop to run She can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone. Tell me the cost I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost Sell everything Without love day to day, insanity's king I will pay, day by day Anyway, lock, bolt and key Crippled but free I was blind all the time I was learning to see.

Help on the way Well I know only this, I've got you today Don't fly away 'Cause I love what I love and I want it that way I will stay, one more day Like I say, honey, it's you Making it too Without love in the dream it'll never come true. Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty nine Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreaming, get out the way Get out the way.

Line up a long shot, maybe try it two times, maybe more Good to know you got shoes to wear, when you find the floor Why hold out for more. Asking you nice now, keep the mother rolling, one more time Been down before, you just don't have to go no more No more. You told me goodbye How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant please don't let me go I was having a high time Living the good life Well I know.

I was losing time, I had nothing to do No-one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, the leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw. Tomorrow comes trouble note 1 Tomorrow comes pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Don't be that way.

Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Well I know. If I had the world to give I'd give it to you, long as you live Would you let it fall Or hold it in your arms?

If I had a song to sing I'd sing it to you, long as you live Lullaby Or maybe a plain serenade. Wouldn't you laugh, dance and cry or be afraid At the change you made?

I may not have the world to give to you But maybe I have a tune or two. Only if you let me be your world Could I ever give this world to you Could I ever give this world to you. If I had a star to give I'd give it to you, long as you live Would you have the time To watch it shine, watch it shine? Or ask for the moon and heaven too? I'd give it to you Well maybe I've got no star to spare Or anything fine or even rare.

Annie laid her head down in the roses She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair I don't know, maybe it was the roses All I know, I could not leave her there. I don't know, it must have been the roses The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair I don't know, maybe it was the roses All I know, I could not leave her there.

Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea Thinking well how it may blow in all good company If I tell another what your own lips told to me Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see. One pane of glass in the window No one is complaining, though, come in and shut the door Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore And it's strange how no one comes round any more.

Maybe you collect or maybe you pay Still got to work that eight hour day Whether you like that job or not Keep it on ice while you're lining up your long shot note 1 Which is to say, hey-ey.

Ring that bell for whatever it's worth When Monday comes, don't forget about work By now you know that face on your dollar Got a thumb to its nose and a hand on your collar Which is to say, hey-ey. Punch that time card, check that clock But when Monday comes gotta run, run, run - not walk.

Steady boy, study that eight day hour But don't underrate that pay-check power If you ask me, which I know you don't I'd tell you to do what I know you won't Which is to say, hey-ey.

Daddy may drive a V-8 'vet Mama may bathe in champagne yet God bless the child with his own stash Nine to five and a place to crash.

No he bailado desde Las Zapatas son perdidas I have not danced since my shoes were lost. I have not danced with your sister yet Is that she who sleeps by my guitar? Moonlight wails as hound dogs bay but never quite catch the tune Stars fall down in buckets like rain till there ain't no standing room Bright blue boxcars train by train clatter where dreams unfold Way down, down along Lazy River Road.

Way down upon Seminole Square belly of the river tide call for me and I will be there for the price of a taxi ride Night double-clutches into today like a truck downshifting its load Way down, down along Lazy River Road. Thread the needle right through the eye The thread that runs so true All the others I let pass by I only wanted you Never cared for careless love but how your bright eyes glowed Way down, down along Lazy River Road.

Well hop in the hack, turn on the key Pop in the clutch let the wheel roll free Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day Push in the button let the top ten play Come on honey, let me sing 'em away Come on honey, let me sing 'em away Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away. Give me a little of that old time love 'Cause I ain't never had near enough Honey, walk that walk With style and grace This ain't no knock-down, drag-out race.

It doesn't matter much, pick any gear Grind you a pound and drop the rear Baby, baby, what can I say I'm here to drive those blues away. I sent a letter to a man I know Said one for the money and two for the show I wait all summer for his reply Said three to get ready and four to fly.

Come on honey let me sing 'em away Come on honey let me sing 'em away Oh honey let me sing your blues away. Saw a bird with a tear in his eye Walking to New Orleans my oh my Hey, now, Bird, wouldn't you rather die Than walk this world when you're born to fly? Ooo, freedom Ooo, liberty Ooo, leave me alone To find my own way home To find my own way home. If I was an eagle I'd dress like a duck Crawl like a lizard and honk like a truck If I get a notion I'll climb this tree or chop it down and you can't stop me Chop it down and you can't stop me.

Went to the well but the water was dry Dipped my bucket in the clear blue sky Looked in the bottom and what did I see? The whole damned world looking back at me. Ooo, freedom Ooo, liberty Ooo, leave me alone To find my own way home To find my own way home I'm gonna find my own way home. Loose Lucy is my delight She comes running and we ball all night Round and round and round and round Don't take much to get me on the ground She's my yo-yo, I'm her string Listen to the birds on the hot wire sing.

I got jumped coming home last night Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights Round and round and round and round Don't take much to get me on the ground Loose Lucy, she was sore Says I know you can't want my love no more. Bebop baby, how can this be I know you've been out a cheating on me Round and round and round and round Don't take much to get the word around Cross my heart and hope to die I was just hanging out with the other guys.

Went back home with two black eyes You know I'll love her till the day I die Round and round and round and round Don't take much to get the word around I like your smile but I ain't your type Don't shake the tree when the fruit ain't ripe. If I had a gun for every ace that I had drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, 'cause I'm moaning low And you know I'm only in it for the gold.

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars note 1 And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around at the wide world over But you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country, sweet Susie note 2 Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby Before you let my deal go down.

Don't you push me baby, 'cause I'm moaning low Well I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gonna get up in the morning and go. Everybody's bragging and drinking that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on an inside straight Well I got no chance of losing this time Well I got no chance of losing this time.

Mason died on Monday We bricked him in the wall All his children grew and grew They never grew so tall before May they never grow so tall again. We dug him up on Tuesday He'd hardly aged a day Taught us all he ever knew We never knew so much before We may never know so much again.

Mason was a mighty man A mighty man was he All he said, when dead and gone Don't you weep for me. The wall collapsed on Wednesday We chalked it up to fate All his children ran and hid We never hid so well before Swore we'd never show our face again.

Thursday came, then Friday With fires tall and bright Mason's children cooked the stew And cleaned up when the feast was through Swore we'd never had such times before. Take me to the Reaper Man To pay back what was loaned If he's in some other land Write it off as stoned. Great North Special, were you on board? You can't find a ride like that no more Night the chariot Lazy With Your Love - Bucks Fizz - The Very Best Of Bucks Fizz (CD) down low Ninety nine children had a chance to go.

One long party from front to end Tune to the whistle going round the bend No big hurry, what do you say Might as well travel the elegant way. Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well Might as well, might as well. Ragtime solid for twenty five miles Then slip over to the Cajun style Bar car loaded with rhythm and blues Rock and roll wailing in the old caboose.

Long train running from coast to coast Bringing 'long the party where they need it the most Whup on the box car, beat on the bell Nothing else shaking so you might just as well. Never had such a good time In my life before I'd like to have it one time more One good ride from start to end I'd like to take that ride again.

Run out of track and I caught the plane Back in the county with the blues again Great North Special been on my mind Might like to ride it just one more time.

I turn and walk away Then I come round again Looks as though tomorrow I'll do pretty much the same. Someone called my name you know I turned around to see It was midnight in the mission and the bells were not for me Come again Walking along in the mission in the rain Come again Walking along in the mission in the rain.

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