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A Song For A Sunday.

Peace Will Come.

Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, the late Melanie Anne Safka Schekeryk, professionally known as Melanie or Melanie Safka, who sadly passed away on January 23rd, 2024.

The song, “Peace Will Come”, is a hope that all humans will to come together and embrace understanding in the face of worldwide conflict and adversity. The song addresses the universal longing for harmony and the belief that change is always possible if we attempt to unite as one.

The “please buy one” line, in the lyrics, is understood to refer to bracelets introduced in the late 1960’s, by a now-defunct organization, known as ‘Voices in Vital America’ (VIVA), which bore the name of a prisoner of war (POW) or a person reported as missing in action (MIA).
The wearer would also be seen as being totally anti-war.

Peace Will Come.

There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.
There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.


Well sometimes when I am feeling as big as the land,
With the velvet hill in the small of our backs,
And our hands are playing the sand.
And my feet are swimming in all of the waters,
All of the rivers are givers to the ocean,
According to plan, according to man.


Well sometimes when I am feeling so grand,
And I become the world,
And the world becomes the man,
And my song becomes a part of the river,
I cry out to keep me just the way I am,
According to plan.

According to man, according to plan.

Oh there’s a chance peace will come, in your life, please buy one.
But sometimes when we have reached the end
With our velvet hill in the small of our backs
And our hands are clutching the sand.
Will our blood become a part of the river?
All of the rivers are givers to the ocean,
According to plan, according to man.
Oh there’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.
There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.
There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.
There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.

There’s a chance peace will come in your life, please buy one.

END


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Soulmates – Poem By Tom Ryan.

Anyone who has recently lost a parent; a close friend; a romantic partner; a child or a sibling, may feel a painful renewal of their past grief, as expressed in the poem “Soulmates” hereunder, especially on this most heart-oriented day of the year, St Valentine’s day.

Poem hereunder comes courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

Soulmates

In a quiet moment,
Thinking of nothing,
In a quiet place,
Where I hear my heart beat.
My soul aches,
For one who is absent,
And I,
Oh, I,
Am so lonely for you
.

END

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel.

Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel.

Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, the late John Townes Van Zandt, (1944-1997).

The lyrics of a song can be sometimes difficult to interpret, and never more so than the lyrics of the song “Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel”.
Personally, I believe “Miss Carousal” represents uncontrolled substance abuse and the author, Townes Van Zandt, is personifying his relationship with her. During much of Van Zandt’s own personal life he suffered from drug addiction and alcoholism. His singing tours saw him performing at various recognised disreputable public houses; while residing in cheap motel rooms, or, as in the 1970’s living in a simple shack, devoid of electricity or a telephone.
The lyrics indicate that he possibly wants to quit his addiction, but he keeps being pulled back, making it seem like same addiction needs him. He possibly hopes for the day, sometime in the future, when he can fully control his addiction and not be totally at its mercy. Lines in his lyrics, appears to indicate this “You own his legs but his mind is free. Only you can tell, Miss Carousel, How long will he be crawling?”

Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel.

Well the drunken clown’s still hanging round,
But it’s plain the laughter’s all died down.
The tears you tried so hard to hide are flowin’.
A blind man with his knife in hand,
Has convinced himself that he understands,
I wish him well, Miss Carousel,
But I gotta be a-goin’.

Chorus.
Won’t you come and get me when,
You’re sure that you don’t need me then.
I stand outside your window,
And proudly call your name.


Well the ladies been told that all the gold,
Is worth so much it can’t be sold,
No time to weep she’ll need her sleep tomorrow.
When she carries her face to the market place,
And bets it on the opening race,
She can ring her bells, Miss Carousel,
But her singing brings me sorrow.

Repeat Chorus.

Well it’s always done every mother’s son,
Is shown that grown men never run,
And so they fight with all the might inside them.
When the battle’s been fought and they all been taught,
That the trick is just not being caught,
Will you give them hell, Miss Carousel,
When they’re begging you to hide them.

Repeat Chorus.

When the need arose your eyes fell closed,
You clamped your fingers round your nose,
Would you say that’s any way to judge him.
Well you haven’t got the authority,
To kill him in the first degree,
But would you feel compelled, Miss Carousel,
If you have something to begrudge him.

On a velvet beach far beneath the reach,
Of those that come to pry and preach,
The natural man who tries to stand is fallin.
How long will it be before he sees,
You own his legs but his mind is free.
Only you can tell, Miss Carousel,
How long will he be crawling?

Repeat Chorus.

The castle walls has grown so tall,
Seem there ain’t no hope at all,
To reach the top even though you stop for breathin’.
But I ain’t gonna try to make you cry,
The tear drops couldn’t find your eye,
It’s all been swell, Miss Carousel,
But the time has come for leavin’.

Repeat Chorus.

END.

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Flying Without Wings.

Flying Without Wings.

Vocals: Irish pop group Westlife.
Lyrics: British songwriter Wayne Hector, and record producer, songwriter and musician Steve McCutcheon [known professionally as Steve Mac]

Flying Without Wings.

Everybody’s looking for that something,
One thing that makes it all complete.
You’ll find it in the strangest places,
Places you never knew it could be.
Some find it in the face of their children,
Some find it in their lover’s eyes,
Who can deny the joy it brings,
When you’ve found that special thing,
You’re flying without wings.
Some find it sharing every morning,
Some in their solitary nights,
You’ll find it in the words of others,
A simple line can make you laugh or cry.
You’ll find it in the deepest friendships,
The kind you cherish all your life,
And when you know how much that means,
You’ve found that special thing,
You’re flying without wings.
So, impossible as it may seem,
You’ve got to fight for every dream,
‘Cause who’s to know which one you let go,
Would have made you complete.
Well, for me it’s waking up beside you,
To watch the sunrise on your face,
To know that I can say I love you,
In any given time or place.
It’s little things that only I know,
Those are the things that make you mine,
And it’s like flying without wings,
‘Cause you’re my special thing,
I’m flying without wings.
And you’re the place my life begins,
And you’ll be where it ends,
I’m flying without wings.
And that’s the joy you bring,
I’m flying without wings.

END

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Two Cart Wheels Stand.

Two Cart Wheels Stand.

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

Cart Wheels Heritage

Two Cart Wheels Stand.

Against the wall there now,
In a suburban garden,
Two cart-wheels stand,
Painted and varnished, white and black.
Once by a jennet drawn,
In a time and space,
Now long since gone.
But nurtured by the years of affection.
How utterly they seemed,
Out of time and space,
And yet and yet,
Adorned that place.

End

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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