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Loving Him Was Easier

Loving him was easier (than anything I’ll ever do again).

Lyrics & Music: American singer, songwriter, and actor, the late Kristoffer (Kris) Kristofferson (1936 – 2024)
Vocals: American folk, pop, rock and blues singer, songwriter and author Rosanne Cash.

Loving him was easier (than anything I’ll ever do again).

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies,
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.
Turning on the world the way he smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Healing as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of his eyes.
Waking in the morning to the feeling of his fingers on my skin.
Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I’ve been.
Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying.
Talking of tomorrow and the money, love, and time we had to spend.
Loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.
Coming close together with a feeling that I’ve never known before in my time.
He ain’t ashamed to be a man nor afraid to be a friend.
And I don’t know the answer to the easy way he opened every door in my mind,
But dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end,
And loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.
Loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.

END.

“Beach Boys” Frontman Brian Wilson Dead At 82 Years.

Brian Wilson, the legendary frontman and co-founder of the band “The Beach Boys”, sadly, has died at the age of 82 years. His family announced in a statement, shared on line, “We are heartbroken to announce that our beloved father Brian Wilson has passed away,” his family stated . “We are at a loss for words right now. Please respect our privacy at this time as our family is grieving. We realise that we are sharing our grief with the world.”

I Get Around

Lyrics: Beach Boys band members Brian Wilson and Mike Love.
Vocals: American Rock Band “The Beach Boys” .

Brian Wilson was born in 1942 in Hawthorne, California. He formed a group “The Beach Boys” along with his younger brothers Carl and Dennis, cousin Mike Love and friend Al Jardine; before going on to become one of America’s biggest and greatest rock bands, selling more than 100 million records globally, according to the group’s own website.

Music magazine Rolling Stone ranked them at 12 on its list of the “100 Greatest Artists of All Time”.

Wilson’s song writing with the group included three number one singles I Get Around, Help Me, Rhonda and Good Vibrations.

Wilson’s wife, Melinda passed away in 2024 after 24 years of marriage, having adopted five children; Dakota Rose, Daria Rose, Delanie Rose, Dylan and Dash, who joined his two daughters, Carnie and Wendy, from his first marriage.

In the same year his wife died (2024) it was revealed that he was suffering from dementia.

In ár gcroíthe go deo.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Lyrics: American musician, Hall of Fame songwriter, and music publishing executive, the late Fred Rose 1898 – 1954.
Vocals: American country, pop and bluegrass singer, songwriter and guitarist Vince Grant Gill.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

In the twilight glow I see her,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.
When we kissed goodbye and parted,
I knew we’d never meet again.


Love is like a dyin’ ember,
Only memories remain.
Through the ages I’ll remember,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.


Some day when we meet up yonder,
We’ll stroll hand in hand again.
And in a land that knows no partin’,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.


END

Druminchin Hills.

Druminchin Hills by Seamus O’Rourke

Druminchin Hills
Lie down flat you Druminchin Hills,
For there’s damn-all for you to see,
And there’s no one looks at your rushy sides,
Or your mossy bottom down at Kelly’s Drain,
And what sod you have can go to sleep.
For hungry sheep would rather wait to die…..

The Button Pusher.

The Button Pusher.

Vocals: Irish folk band The Dubliners and Luke Kelly.
Lyrics: Scotland born and Canada-based folksinger and songwriter Enoch Kent.

The Button Pusher.

I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job.
When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three,
A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me.

I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great machine,
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine,
And in the evening after a tiring day, just to give myself a laugh,
I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for the blast.

Chorus:
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job,
When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three,
A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me
.

Repeat Chorus:
If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
With a wink and a nod from Nixon, I’ll blast them all to hell,
And as for that Fidel Castro, him with the sugar cane,
He needn’t hide behind his whiskers, I’ll get him just the same.

Repeat Chorus:
If me wife denies me con-jugular rights or my breakfast milk is sour,
From eight to nine in the morning you’re in for a nervous hour.
The button being so terribly close, it’s really a dreadful joke,
A butt with my arse, as I go past, and we’ll all go up in smoke.

Repeat Chorus:
Now I’m thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We’ll take up a large collection, and I’ll donate my thumb.
For without it, I am helpless, and that’s the way to be.
You don’t have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.

END.