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| Landslide - Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac) I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'Till the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail through the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you get bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older too Oh, take my love, take it down Climb a mountain and turn around If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down. The Letter - Natalie Merchant If I ever write this letter the pages I could write but I don't know where to send it you have vanished heaven knows where you live heaven only knows if I ever write this letter bitter words it would contain just and unrequited lover wishing she had never spoken your name had never known your name but if I ever write this letter the truth it would reveal knowing you brought me pleasure how I'll often treasure moments that we knew the precious, the few |
| Leningrad - Billy Joel Viktor was born in the spring of '44 And never saw his father anymore A child of sacrifice, a child of war Another son who never had a father after Leningrad Went off to school and learned to serve the state Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight The only way to live was drown the hate A Russian life was very sad And such was life in Leningrad I was born in '49 A cold war kid in McCarthy time Stop 'em all at the 38th Parallel Blast those yellow reds to hell And cold war kids were hard to kill Under their desks in an air raid drill Haven't they heard we won the war What do they keep on fighting for? Viktor was sent to some Red Army town Served out his time, became a circus clown The greatest happiness he'd ever found Was making Russian children glad And children lived in Leningrad But children lived in Levittown And hid in the shelters underground Until the Soviets turned their ships around And tore the Cuban missiles down And in that bright October sun We knew our childhood days were done And I watched my friends go off to war What do they keep on fighting for? And so my child and I came to this place To meet him eye to eye and face to face He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced We never knew what friends we had Until we came to Leningrad Letters From Home - John Michael Montgomery My dearest son it�s almost June I hope this letter catches up with you, and finds you well it�s been dry but they�re calling for rain and everything�s the same old same, in Johnsonville your stubborn old daddy ain�t said too much but I�m sure you know he sends his love and she goes on, in a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain�t scared and are boots ain�t muddy and they all laugh like there�s something funny bout the way I talk when I say momma sends her best y'all I fold it up and put it in my shirt pick up my gun and get back to work and it keeps me drivin� on waitin� on, letters from home My dearest love it�s almost dawn I been lying here all night long wonderin� where you might be I saw your momma and I showed her the ring man on the television said some things, so I couldn�t sleep but I�ll be all right I'm just missin' you and this is me kissing you X's and O's, in a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain�t scared and are boots ain�t muddy and they all laugh cause she calls me honey but they take it hard, cause I don�t read the good parts I fold it up and put it in my shirt pick up my gun and get back to work and it keeps me drivin� on waitin on, letters from home Dear son I know I ain�t written and sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me I might not have said it so I�ll say it now son you make me proud I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain�t scared and are boots ain�t muddy but no one laughs, cause there ain�t nothing funny when a soldier cries and I just wipe my eyes I fold it up and put it in my shirt pick up my gun and get back to work and it keeps me drivin� on waitin on, letters from home |