Lyrics: American alternative rock band R.E.M.[Drummer Bill Berry, Guitarist Peter Buck, Bassist Mike Mills and Vocalist Michael Stipe] Vocals: Welsh singer and holder of three Grammy Award nominations and three Brit Award nominations, Gaynor Sullivan (née Hopkins), MBE, known professionally as Bonnie Tyler.
Everybody Hurts.
When the day is long, And the night, and the night is yours alone. When you’re sure you’ve had enough, Of this life, hang on, Don’t let yourself go, ‘Cause everybody cries, everybody hurts, sometimes. Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along, When your day is night alone. When you feel like letting go. When you think you’ve had too much of this life, Hang on. Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don’t throw away your hand, Don’t throw away your hand, If you feel like you’re alone, No, no, no, you’re not alone. If you’re on your own, In this life, the days and nights are long. When you think you’ve had too much, Of this life to hang on. Well, everybody hurts sometimes, Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. Everybody hurts, Sometimes everybody hurts, Everybody cries.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, actress, philanthropist, and businesswoman, Ms Dolly Parton.
Talanted SongstressMs Dolly Parton.
He Would Know.
In my mind I’ve made love to you often, But only in my mind can it be so. ‘Cause there’s someone at home that’s countin’ on me, And if I did, I’m sure that he would know.
Chorus Yes, he would know, yes, he could tell, For he has loved me long enough to know me very well, And if I lied, he’d see it in my eyes. I know my guilt would show and he would know.
But I must admit you’re someone very special, And it would be so easy to let go. Making love to you could be so easy, But if I did, I’m sure that he would know.
Repeat Chorus
My conscience just won’t let me make love to you, I know it would be sweet, but I just can’t. When I go home to him, I must be able, To look him in the eyes and say I ain’t.
The following reply was received from Tipperary Co. Council, following a formal complaint having been made by this website, last Thursday. The complaint referred to the pollution of the River Suir over the past 12 years.
The Reply Reads:- Dear George, Thank you for your e-mail regarding Pollution of River Suir in Thurles. I have forwarded your e-mail to Environment Section for their attention and direct reply to you. Should you wish to follow up on this case, please contact Customer Service Desk quoting reference number ENV-11308-F6L3.
The formal complaint was sent to Tipperary Co. Council, when this website received confirmation that Tipperary Co. Council and Local Authority Waters Programme (LAWPRO), and the Office of Public Works would object to local volunteers attempting to improve the general appearance of the area. Work would have involved the removal of discarded clothing; bottles; cans; weeds; plastic bollards, wooden pallets, rushes, bags of sand and a mountain of sediment, currently clogging the area from Barry’s Bridge to the area south of the Swinging Gates, same a poorly lit spot where persons gather regularly to partake in alcohol consumption.
WE have also formally complained to the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA)info@epa.ie, asking the question; “Does the EPA have any real teeth or are they like LAWPRO, latter simply passing information, same to land on other departmental desks, where seated are people who refuse to be motivated? The EPA were also asked if they held the power to prosecute local authorities?
We now await a reply from the EPA, which we will publish here, in full, on receipt of same.
Pass It On Down.
Randy Owen, Lead singer with ‘Alabama’
Vocals: American Country Music band Alabama. Lyrics: ‘Alabama’ Band members Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry, American country music singer and songwriter Ronnie Rogers and songwriter Will Robinson.
Pass It On Down.
We live in the land of plenty, But many things aren’t plenty any-more, Like the water from our sink, They say it’s not safe to drink, You gotta go and buy it at the store. Now we’re told there’s a hole in the Ozone, Look what’s washing on the beach, And Lord, I believe, from the heavens to the seas, We’re bringing Mother Nature to her knees.
Chorus. So let’s leave some blue up above us, Let’s leave some green on the ground, It’s only ours to borrow, then save some for tomorrow, Leave it and pass it on down.
Well, there’s a change taking place way on the mountains, Acid rain is falling on the leaves, And down in Brazil, the fires are burning still, How we gonna breathe without them trees?
RepeatChorus.
Well, there’s a place where I live called the Canyon (Canyon), Where Daddy taught me to swim, And that water, it’s so pure, And I’m a gonna make sure, Daddy’s grandkids can swim there like him. Now we all outta feel just a little bit guilty, When we look into the eyes of our kids, ‘Cause, brothers, it’s a fact, if we take and don’t put back, They’ll have to pay for all we did.
Too often, we as menfolk, fail to recognize the depth of love and sacrifice shown by our wives/partners. Her work is quiet, remains often unseen and indeed unmeasured, yet she holds together the home and gives us a place of rest, comfort, and belonging. We often overlook the countless acts of care, patience and devotion she gifts so freely, and we sometimes forget that her love is not expressed in grand gestures, but in the steady rhythm of daily life. In our blindness, we men often take for granted the very heart of our family home, failing to give back the gratitude and appreciation a mothers love truly deserves.
Remember the words of Psalms 90:10: “The days of our years are threescore years and ten (70 years); and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years (80 years), yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away”
To Daddy.
Ms Emmylou Harris.
Lyrics: American singer, songwriter, actress, philanthropist and businesswoman Ms Dolly Rebecca Parton. Vocals: American singer, songwriter, country rock genre musician, bandleader and activist Ms Emmylou Harris.
To Daddy.
Mama never seemed to miss the finer things of life. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. She never wanted to be more than mother and a wife. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. The only thing that seemed to be important in her life, Was to make a house a home and make us happy. Mama never wanted any more than what she had, If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. He often left her all alone, but she didn’t mind the stayin’ home. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. And she never missed the flowers and the cards he never sent her. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. Being took for granted was a thing that she accepted, And she didn’t need those things to make her happy, And she didn’t seem to notice that he didn’t kiss and hold her. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. One morning we awoke just to find a note, That Mama carefully left to Daddy, And as he began to read it our ears could not believe it, The words she had written there to Daddy. She said, “The kids are old enough, they don’t need me very much, And I’ve gone in search for love I need so badly. I have needed you so long, but I just can’t keep holding on.” She never meant to come back home. If she did, she never did say so to Daddy. Goodbye to Daddy.
Poem by Michael Bannon, Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
In less than half a mile of the river bank, some 28 assorted drainage pipes now dump their contents into the River Suir in Thurles town centre.
“Ode To River Suir, in Thurles”
From clear mountain fountains your waters begin, Through Tipperary’s fields, where the sunlight shines in. From Clonmel to Waterford, proud is your lore, Your song will be carried forever and more.
From high on the hillside you wander in grace, Through towns and through counties you leave your embrace, From Thurles to Waterford, strong is your lore, Your story will echo forever and more.
The fisherman casts out his line, The heron waits, the sunlight shines, The bridges span wide where the townspeople go, You’ve carried their stories, through sunshine and woe.
But today in your waters the dark stains are seen, The plastics and waste, where that bright flow had been, Yet still you keep moving, though wounded and sore, We’ll fight for your freedom, to forever restore.
Your waters, once sparkling, now carry the pain, Of plastics and shadows that darken your name, Yet hope in the future will see you run clear, We’ll cherish and heal you, my own River Suir.
Now rubbish and poison are clouding your flow, The bright silver waters are struggling to glow, But still you keep moving, so steady, so sure, Time to stand up and guard you, to forever endure.
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