Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Think of Me - The Phantom of The Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber



Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
Please, promise me you'll try

When you find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me

We never said "our love was evergreen"
Or "as unchanging as the sea"
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me

Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the
Things which might have been

Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind

Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Long Gone Day - Mad Season



So much blood I'm starting to drown
It runs from cold to colder
Time to time the sky's coming down
And help me lose my way

Tears and lies for answers
You and open veins; God knows I'm gone
Girl I just want you to
Come on down

Lord it's a storm and I'm heading to fall
These sins are mine and I've done wrong
Oh, babe, come on down

Long gone day
Oh whoever said we wash away with the rain

See you all from time to time
Isn't it so strange how far away we all are now?
Am I the only one who remembers that summer?
Oh I remember everyday each time the place was saved
The music that we made
The wind has carried all of that away

Long gone day
Mmmm, whoever said we wash away with the rain

So many tears I'm starting to drown
The rain in heaven's all come down
Silver spoons affix the crown
The luckless ones are broken

Tears and lies for answers
You an open flame
God knows I'm gone
Girl, I just want you to
Come on down

Lord there's a storm and I'm heading to fall
These sins are mine and I've done wrong
I want you to, Oh I just want you to
Come on down

I fear again, like then, I lost my way
And shout to God to bring my sunny day

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Eighties - Killing Joke



Eighties - I'm living in the eighties
Eighties - I have to push, I have to struggle
Eighties - get out of my way, I'm not for sale no more
Eighties - let's kamikaze 'til we get there

And we sang
You do it this way

Eighties - by day we run by night we dance, we do
Eighties - I'm in love with the coming race
Eighties - I've got the best, I'll take all I can get
Eighties - I'm living for the eighties

Eighties - I'm living in the eighties - I push
Eighties - I'm living
Eighties - I'm living in the eighties - I struggle
Eighties - I'm living

Eighties - I'm living
Eighties - I'm living in the eighties
Eighties - I'm living in the eighties - I push
Eighties - push, push, struggle

Eighties - I'm living
Eighties - eighties - I'm living
Eighties - I'm living in the eighties - I push

Taylor, the Latte Boy - Kristin Chenoweth



There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational
He is very inspirational because of many things

I come in at 8:11
And he smiles and says: "How are you?"
When he smiles and says: "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!

So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way

So today at 8:11
When he smiled and said: "How are you?"
I said: "Fine, and my name’s Kristin, "
And he softly answered: "Hey."


And I said "My name’s Kristin
And thank you for the extra foam..."
And he said his name was Taylor
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him


So I’d like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical
He would like the fact it’s musical
Because he plays guitar


So today at 8:11
Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village
In the basement of a bar


And I saw him flip the lever
To prepare my double-latte
But for me he made it triple!
(And he didn’t think I knew)


But I saw him flip the lever
And for me he made it triple
And I knew that triple-latte meant
That Taylor loved me, too!

I said: "What time are you playing?
And thank you for the extra skim..."
He said: "Keep the $3.55, "
Because this triple latte was on him

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him


I used to be the kind of girl
Who’d run when love rushed toward her
'Til finally a voice whispered: "Love can be yours
If you step up to the counter and order, "

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him
So many years my heart has waited
Who’d have thought that love
Could be so caffeinated?

Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him, I love him!