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I cannot trust myself to speak of the Queen when I think of all I owe her. George V died on 20 Januaryafter his physician, Lord Dawson of Penn, gave him an injection of morphine and cocaine which may have hastened his death. She was now officially Queen Mother, though she did not use that title and was instead known as Her Majesty Queen Mary.
Within the year, Edward caused a constitutional crisis by announcing his desire to marry his twice-divorced American mistress, Mrs. Queen Mary disapproved of divorce, which was against the teaching of the Anglican Church, and thought Mrs.
Simpson wholly unsuitable to be the wife of a king. After receiving advice from the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Stanley Baldwin, as well as the Dominion governments, that he could not remain king and marry Mrs. Simpson, Edward abdicated.
Though loyal and supportive of her son, Queen Mary could not comprehend why Edward would neglect his royal duties in favour of his personal feelings. Simpson had been presented formally to both King George V and Queen Mary at court, but Queen Mary later refused to meet her either in public or privately. When Mary attended the coronation, she became the first British dowager queen ever to do so.
Queen Mary took an interest in the upbringing of her granddaughters, Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret, and took them on various excursions in London, to art galleries and museums. The Princesses' own parents thought it unnecessary for them to be taxed with any demanding educational regime. Although she was reluctant, she decided to live at Badminton House, Gloucestershire, with her niece, Mary Somerset, Duchess of Beaufort, the daughter of her brother, Lord Cambridge.
Her household, which comprised fifty-five servants, occupied most of the house, except for the Duke and Duchess's private suites, until after the war. The only people to complain about the arrangements were the royal servants, who found the house too small, though Queen Mary annoyed her niece by having the ancient ivy torn from the walls as she considered it unattractive and a hazard.
From Badminton, in support of the war effort, she visited troops and factories, and directed the gathering of scrap materials. She was known to offer lifts to soldiers she spotted on the roads. Queen Mary was an eager collector of objects and pictures with a royal connection.
On several occasions, she would express to hosts, or others, that she admired something they had in their possession, in the expectation that the owner would be willing to donate it. Once she had identified unreturned items through old inventories, she would write to the holders, requesting that they be returned.
Queen Mary died the next year of lung cancer referred to publicly as "gastric problems" at the age of 85, only ten weeks before Elizabeth's coronation. Queen Mary let it be known that, in the event of her death, the coronation was not to be postponed. Her remains lay in state at Westminster Hall, where large numbers of mourners filed past her coffin. She is buried beside her husband in the nave of St.
George's Chapel, Windsor Castle. Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today Lettice is entertaining a potential new client, Miss Wanetta Ward, an American actress come to London, in her Mayfair drawing room. Miss Ward is tall and statuesque, with striking green eyes and auburn hair fashionably cut and styled in a bob.
Dressed in an orchid silk chiffon gown, her lisle clad thighs are clearly visible. Poor little thing. I take possession next Thursday.
All this heavy clutter: thick velvet curtains, occasional tables covered in knick-knacks, stuffed birds beneath glass. Lettice smiles with pleasure, taking a sip of tea from her cup before placing it on the telephone table at her left. She talked about forgoing worldly pleasures and went on about white representing purity. My lips are sealed, darling.
Lettice smiles as she picks up her plate and eats a small, ladylike portion of Victoria sponge, satisfied in the knowledge that Miss Ward has no idea who she is talking about, but being a parvenu, will quickly spread the news to those who do. Please do tell me a little bit about yourself and why it is that you wish for me to be your interior designer.
I also heard that you favour oriental elements in your interior designs. Shanghai is so much more exciting than dull old Chicago! My mother always told me that everyone knew when I entered the room, even when I was a little girl in ringlets. I want bold and colourful wallpapers and carpets, oriental vases, Chinese screens.
I could positively kiss you! I wore a blue beret to see Syrie Maugham. If you are to design somewhere as intimate as my boudoir, you must call me, Wanetta. She was the wife of English playwright and novelist William Somerset Maugham. By they had a two stage studio. This s upper-class domestic scene is different to what you may think, for it is made up entirely of size dollhouse miniatures including items from my own childhood.
The green tinged bowl behind the tea set is made of glass and has been made by hand by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. It is an artisan miniature made just like a real hat, right down to a tag in the inside of the crown to show where the back of the hat is! American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable. Miss Amelia is an exception to the rule coming from Spain, but like her American counterparts, her millinery creations are superb.
Like a real fashion house, all her hats have names. The black Bakelite and silver telephone is a miniature of a model introduced around It is two centimetres wide and two centimetres high. The receiver can be removed from the cradle, and the curling chord does stretch out. The vase of yellow tiger lilies and daisies on the Art Deco occasional table is beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium. The vase of roses and lilies in the tall white vase on the table to the right of the photo was also made by hand, by Falcon Miniatures who are renowned for their realistic size miniatures.
The black japanned wooden chair is a Chippendale design and has been upholstered with modern and stylish Art Deco fabric. The mirror backed back japanned china cabinet is Chippendale too. On its glass shelves sit pieces of miniature Limoges porcelain including jugs, teacups and saucers, many of which I have had since I was a child. To the left of the Chippendale chair stands a blanc de chine Chinese porcelain vase, and next to it, a Chinese screen. The Chinese folding screen I bought at an antiques and junk market when I was about ten.
I was with my grandparents and a friend of the family and their three children, who were around my age. They all bought toys to bring home and play with, and I bought a Chinese folding screen to add to my miniatures collection in my curio cabinet at home! It shows you what a unique child I was. The carpet beneath the furniture is a copy of a popular s style Chinese silk rug. It is without doubt that there is often a close correlation between ones demeanour and ones dress.
With my new straight blonde bobbed hairstyle, which I adore, and dressed completely in fine, soft, black leather as I am here, I imagine that my demeanour ought not be too difficult to gauge. Particularly as my gaze permeates you, as you watch me manipulate the riding crop in my leather gloved grip.
Located in fashionable Belgravia it is a fine Georgian terrace house. As instructed by Lady Southgate, the children, Piers and Sarah, have been taken for a special trip to St. Bradley and Agnes. Bursting into the nursery, Piers and Sarah stop in their tracks, their mouths and eyes agog at the beautiful table setting. They lavish each other in kisses and laugh wholeheartedly.
She finds any excuse she can to visit the nursery and enjoys spending time with her children when she can, taking an active interest in their lives. Both come from the majority that like the status quo who believe that children should only be seen for one hour every evening under strict supervision of their nanny in the drawing room just before bedtime. All of our secret. The children gladly obey, relinquishing their outer clothes to Nanny and hurrying to the table where their mother is already seated.
Sarah takes the seat of honour between her mother and her brother, whilst Piers sits with Nanny Tessa seated to his left. What a lucky girl you are. Sarah blushes and falls silent as she takes in the beautiful cupcakes, each topped with cream icing, sugar sprinkles and a marzipan flower, and the splendid pink iced birthday cake dusted with icing sugar and decorated with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. She takes up her teapot and pours tea for her mistress first, and herself.
She carefully pulls at the wrapping, but even her gentle tugs cannot stop the paper from being torn, and once it starts, she quickly forgets about being delicate and ladylike. Both Lady Southgate and Nanny Tessa chuckle and exchange indulging glances with one another as the little girl loses all self-consciousness and enjoys the playful child-like moment of abandoned delight at unwrapping her gifts. Your Pappa will be home before we know it, and I must be there to greet him.
No glum faces. The children and their Nanny all smile and everyone at the table takes up their dainty floral cupcake and starts eating it. You might be surprised to learn that this rather delicious birthday nursery tea is not exactly what it seems. It is in fact made up of size artisan miniatures from my large collection, including a couple of items that I have had since my childhood. Frank Baum, which was first published on the 17th of May by George M.
Hill Company, New York. I was read it as a child, and then read it, and all the thirteen subsequent L. Frank Baum Oz books when I was twelve. I still have the books to this day, and whilst they fell out of favour and were very hard to get hold of for many years, I am pleased to say that all the Baum Oz books have now been re-published in individual and omnibus form, which has enabled me to introduce the delight of Oz and all the wonderful people and creatures who inhabit the magical land surrounded by a deadly desert to my godchildren.
An artisan miniature made by Little Things of Interest in Ohio, this book can be opened and features readable text in an abridged version of the story, and also copies of the original W. Denslow illustrations. Frank Baum. Originally published somewhat reluctantly, the book is now one of the best-known stories in American literature and has been widely translated into any number of languages.
Based on the L. Frank Baum book and characters, the game board and pieces are based on the John. Neil book illustrations. In the game, you make your way through Oz, from Munchkinland to the Emarald City. Published by Parker Brothers in Salem Massachusetts inI hope you will forgive me for putting it in this story, which is set aroundand will indulge me as I celebrate everything Oz in this tableau.
The divine little cupcakes, each with a flower on the top, has been made in England by hand from clay by former chef turned miniature artisan, Frances Knight. Her work is incredibly detailed and realistic, and she says that she draws her inspiration from her years as a chef and her imagination. Each cupcake is only five millimetres in diameter and eight millimetres in height! The strawberry birthday cake has also been made from polymer clay and is very realistic and was made by Karen Ladybug miniatures in England.
I have five of them and each one is a different shape and has a different design. I love them, and what I also love is that over time they have developed their own crazing in the glaze, which I think adds a nice touch of authenticity.
The jug and glass of orange juice, the jug and glass of milk and the glass vase of flowers all came from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
All the pieces are made from very fine glass and are hand blown, so each one is unique. The porcelain tea set, which has two matching cups and saucers, a milk jug and sugar bowl, were part of a job lot of over one hundred pieces of chinaware I bought from a seller on E-Bay.
The pieces are remarkably dainty and the patterns on them are so pretty. The floral plates are part of a larger dinner set I acquired through a miniature stockist on E-Bay. The tablecloth has been crocheted by hand and is actually a small doily that I picked up in an antique market. I imagine it is around one hundred years old.
When I bought it, it was badly stained, but some bleach and lemon juice quickly righted this and brought it back to its original gleaming white.
I loved it for its delicate weave. The table itself is a Jacobean style round drop leaf table of dark stained oak which I have had since I was seven. The dainty little chairs are carved from fruitwood and were part of a lot I bought at auction many years ago.
The ewer set in blue and white Delftware I also acquired from a specialist high street miniatures shop when I was a teenager. An extended version of how I would look if you were to meet me on Halloween, I'm not that strict really or maybe I am.
Have a super sexy spooky evening. Wickham Place is no different and we are in the day nursery where, as instructed by Lady Southgate, a splendid Empire Day nursery tea has been arranged for the Southgate children, Piers and Sarah, and their Nanny. Bradley which are decorated with tiny marzipan Union Jacks. Walking into the nursery, Piers and Sarah are surprised to see such a beautiful array of food set out for them on the nursery table. The children walk up to the table and spy the Art Nouveau floral pattered china amidst all the bright festive fare.
Cleanliness is next to godliness. The children waste no time, shrugging themselves out of their outer garments which they hand to their nanny, scurrying over to the blue and white ewer set on the stand next to the fireplace where they busy themselves washing their hands.
After hanging up their cloaks and hats, Nanny Tessa walks over to the tea table and admires the fine feast Cook has provided them with as it basks in the afternoon sun pouring through the nursery windows. She knows the children will be a bundle of energy after eating such sugary treats, however she knows how much they will enjoy it and smiles indulgently at the thought of her charges enjoying themselves, especially with the added treat of seeing their mother.
The children stand side by side and hold out their hands which fall under the sharp eye of their nanny. She carefully checks the tops of their hands, paying careful attention to their nails to make sure there is no dirt underneath them, and then she instructs them to turn them over so she can see their palms.
Satisfied, the old woman allows the children to sit at the table, but not to touch anything until their mother arrives. Do they Sarah? They both stand, as does their nanny. Piers bows and Sarah bobs a curtsey to their mother, whilst Nanny Tessa nods her head in deference to her mistress. Unlike most of her British friends, Lady Southgate has a much softer approach to parenting.
She finds any excuse she can to visit the nursery and enjoys spending time with her children when she can, taking an active interest in their lives and participating with their games. However, what Nanny says is true children. Your Pappa and I are going to an Empire Day reception at the palace this evening, and that means that I must go and get ready soon. Just look at the marzipan Union Jacks on the cupcakes!
I almost forgot! Standing by a harbour full of ships Britannia looks to the distant horizon. The name of the game inside is emblazoned in red across its top. Apologise this minute. Under the steely gaze of her nanny, Sarah apologises somewhat reluctantly to her brother. Taking the box from the old nanny, the young woman reads across the top of the box. Tonight, there will be officials and diplomats from all the British dominions presented to the King and Queen in the throne room.
Their names Album) all called out one by one and they come forward and bow to the King and Queen whilst we all watch. However, there is a grand dinner afterwards with ever so much delicious food to be had.
And I am able get dressed up in my court dress, so I shall be wearing the Southgate diamond tiara, a ballgown and a grand train too.
Your father will be all dressed up too in white tie and tails and wearing his orders on his sash. Getting dressed for these occasions can take longer than usual to get ready for. Jumping up from their seats, they scurry around to their mother and stand before her, proudly to attention. With a nod from their nanny, they begin to recite what they have learned by rote over the last week.
Although not officially recognised as an annual event untilmany schools across the British Empire were celebrating it before then. But of course the real highlight of the day for the children was that they were let of school early in order to take part in the thousands of marches, maypole dances, concerts and parties that celebrated the event. Empire Day remained an essential part of the calendar for more than 50 years, celebrated by countless millions of children and adults alike, an opportunity to demonstrate pride in being part of the British Empire.
The date of Commonwealth Day was also changed to 10th June, the official birthday of Queen Elizabeth. The date was again changed in to the second Monday in March, when each year The Queen still sends a special message to the youth of the Empire via a radio broadcast to all the various countries of the Commonwealth. You might be surprised to learn that this rather delicious Empire Day nurery tea is not exactly what it seems. The divine little patriotic cupcakes, each with a Union Jack on the top, has been made in England by hand from clay by former chef turned miniature artisan, Frances Knight.
The two jellies, which look so realistic you could eat them, are made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. They specialise in making realistic looking size miniature foods.
They have a dizzying and ever growing array of wonderful items, but they are particularly well know for their jellies. Huntley and Palmers is a British firm of biscuit makers originally based in Reading, Berkshire.
The company created one of the world's first global brands and ran what was once the world's largest biscuit factory. Over the years, the company was also known as J. Huntley and Son and Huntley and Palmer. The design on the tin is Edwardian and fed the British Imperialist feeling that was popular in the first two decades of the Twentieth Century.
However, this design was so popular that it carried on through the s. The gilt Art Nouveau tea set, featuring a copy of a Royal Doulton pattern, has been hand decorated by beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The glasses are all made of real, very finely spun glass and I have had them since I was a teenager.
I bought them from a high street specialist miniatures shop, and each one being hand made is slightly different from the other. In the foreground stands a miniature Blue Calico milk jug. It was inspired by Nineteenth Century indigo fabrics. Blue Calico is still made today, and still uses the traditional print transfer process, which makes each piece unique. Manufactured in Britain of course by Glevum Games Manufacturer in Gloucester between andthe game came with a board depicting a world map on which the British Empire was marked out in pink of course.
It included three lead steamers and a large selection of paper cards advertising cargo and exports from different countries as well as a cardboard dice shaker and dice. The object of the game was to take your cargo from London to the Colonies and buy what they are selling.
An educational game, it was designed to teach children the importance of Empire and what imports came from what countries belonging to the British Empire. Beside the rabbit sits Malachi the teddy bear. Acquired in mid-March from a wonderful Melbourne stalwart toy shop: Dafel Dolls and Bears, when I went looking for a present for one of my goddaughters, Malachi is designed by Mary and hand-made by Wendy Joy in Australia. He has reticulated arms and legs, and an extremely sweet face.
Malachi was the name he came with, written by hand on his little tag. SIM : Sommergewitter. Hope had a dog she called Hope, because she wished everything to be one, that there be no gender, that there be no difference between people, that dogs, cats, mice, Goldberg variations, birds, trees, sun, sky and earth and men would be the same thing andt could be summed up in one.
But reality looked different, and it was a great mystery to her, and a source of boredom to her loved ones. During family meals, or parties with friends, invariably, she asked the question: "Imagine a circle, imagine it growing, growing, growing, growing becoming almost infinite; what would the curvature of the circle look like?
She was fond of asking the question to new friends, or friends of friends she did not know. She was delighted to see the stupefied face of the interlocutor, the suspended moment over the void when the brain began to get nowhere fast. So, she says, if the circle reaches an infinite diameter, the curvature of the circle becomes straight. Now take a triangle and increase the base of the triangle. Apply the same treatment to all elementary geometric forms, and you will always get a single straight line.
At that moment, she took her little spoon and began the dessert in a distant silence. After the first bite, just as the guests were beginning to relax, she resumed her demonstration : But the infinity of our universe does not exist since our universe is expanding at the exact speed of light since its creation. So this obese universe with its clusters of galaxies, its voracious black holes, its dark matter, is included in the infinite which can only be one simple straight line, one and the same thing.
Within this infinite, there is a kind of contracted infinite, like an infinite that would have broken into billions of billions of billions I do not know how many precisely of small tiny pieces, as if God, who had he drunk, had dropped His glass of Bordeaux on the kitchen floor, smashing it with a dreadful bang. Before anyone could regain control of the situation and intervene to close this embarrassing monologue, which her parents and close friends had heard hundreds of times since Hope was 5 years old, she said: And what does that mean?
What does it mean? Well, it means that one precedes the multiple, that necessarily our universe is "after" or "in" or "contracted with" one. So we are there, all different, multiple, there is not a dog that looks like another dog, there is not even an atom that looks like another atom, since we can never know at the same time the position and speed of a particle, so, huh, good luck finding two identical atoms, impossible, impossible, there are no two identical snowflakes, it's like a digital rain of which none is not the same and that would fall constantly on the earth, and yet we belong to the One.
She always concluded in the same way: if there is one thing of which we can be certain, it is that it is strictly impossible for us to know the path between the maximum of our contracted universe and the infinite straight line which has born it. All I have left is to get the dog to pee, she said, getting up and carefully folding her napkin. She turned to Hope, and said, "Come on, Hope, Hope is going to get you some fresh air.
As requested, when the steam of the train carrying Lettice from London to Rotherfield and Mark Cross cleared, there stood Mrs. Now sitting in Mrs. Hatchett begins, her apologetic tones bursting the silence only broken by the soft tick of the French barrel clock on the mantlepiece. Lettice has already counted five vases and just as many photograph frames that needlessly clutter the stylish Georgian style mantle. I know the Mater and Pater have plenty of it in our family home. Please let us not pretend that it is anything more than clutter here.
Hatchett looks about her in dismay. Hatchett interrupts her guest. A stifled gasp and a sniff interrupt her as a parlour maid appears at the door with a silver tray laden with tea things and a selection of biscuits.
Thank you, Augusta. You may put the tea things here. Hatchett indicates to the oval table between the two women. Hatchett snaps. He was handsome and smart, and so self-possessed in his stance that he radiated confidence.
We were married after a whirlwind romance. There was no time for a lengthy pre-war courtship. We stayed living here rather than have a home of our own, and he just let her undermine me and overrule me as his wife. I was nothing here. What would I know? I know that to you, like everyone in your class, that I am just a brash social climber with too much money: the chorus girl who found herself a rich banker. I try too hard to fit in, and the harder I try the more obvious I become. Not to try and ape the houses of peers with your taste, but to help support me to support my husband, and the only way I can do that, is to shine out from the tarnished shadow of his mother.
Now that she is dead, Charlie has some of that confidence I fell in love with back and is finally embarking on doing something that he wants to do. Can you imagine how they feel?
The intention of the government is there, but where is the will? I can entertain the influential and shine brilliantly as a hostess, but in order for me to do that, I need a house that represents Charlie and me. Oh blast! I forgot the bell in here is out of service awaiting the repair man.
Hatchett scuttles away, her receding heels clicking on the polished wooden floor of the corridor outside. Lettice sits back uncomfortably in her chair and feels terribly guilty.
A few minutes later, Mrs Hatchett returns with the missing teaspoons. She puts them down and smiles with satisfaction. None of us bothered… wanted, to know you. We all sit in judgement and laugh as you try with us and fail. Forget society and embrace politics.
I really admire what you and your husband are trying to achieve now that I know about it. However, in European economic crisis saw the withdrawal of these programs. In Britain families were housed in many disused spaces available including a defunct prison in Worcestershire, with a single cell allotted per family! This overstuffed and cluttered Victorian drawing room would have looked very old fashioned byand certainly to a young and modern flapper such as Lettice, or even a middle-aged woman like Mrs.
This upper-middle-class domestic scene is different to what you might think, for it is made up entirely of size dollhouse miniatures, some of which come from my own childhood. The family photos on the mantlepiece and Mrs. The frames are from various suppliers, but all are metal. Made of resin with a marble effect, it has had the gilding picked out by hand and contains a beautifully detailed face beneath a miniature glass cover.
The vase of flowers on the left-hand side of the fireplace is made beautifully by hand to extraordinary and realistic standards by Falcon Miniatures in England. This vase contains red roses, bearded blue Dutch irises and white lilies.
The sideboard features ornate carvings, finials and a mirrored back. On it stand three miniature grading jugs, a hand painted fruit bowl that I also bought as a teenager and two cranberry glass vases that have been hand blown and made from real glass by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
Beautifully Handmade miniatures also made the cranberry glass comport in the foreground and the tea set and plate of biscuits set out for Lettice and Mrs. The horse trophy on the mantlepiece at the back is also a Warwick Miniatures miniature made of pewter. The Art Nouveau jardiniere and the squat vase next to the wedding photo on the pedestal table were supplied by Karen Ladybug Miniatures in England.
Sets like this are still made in their millions today for doll houses around the world, but I have noticed that the quality in detail and finishing has diminished over the ensuing years. The two Georgian silhouettes of the gentleman and the lady are artisan pieces made by Lady Mile Miniatures in England. William Morris papers and fabrics were popular in the late Victorian and early Edwardian period before the Great War. I love window washing and I also wash the windows of a few of my friends - on the street I sometimes arouse exceptional interest in passers-by as I reach for the window.
In her dungeon, Jobeth used to enjoy showing off her voluptuous body wrapped in various sexy dresses made of fetish materials like silk satin or smooth leather in front of her worshippers. But mistress Jobeth strictly prohibited her lovers from touching her bare skin, but even prohibited them from touching her dress, boots and accessories. So her lovers were in heavy frustration, and Jobeth glowed with sadistic pleasure seeing their distress. Her luxury dungeon served as the base of operations for the lascivious witch queen Jobeth and her coven, whose weekend pastimes include human sacrifices.
Jobeth wearing gold satin cheongsam selected a sacrifice from her worshippers, and started to torture her sacrifice with the heels of the pumps. The poor sacrifice moaned a lot, but heartless vamp Jobeth cared about nothing. But the precise degree of his excitement depends to some extent on what clothes I am wearing, as I set about defiling our marriage bed yet again! For example, if I am dressed rather sluttily when I inform hubby of my planned infidelity, he becomes of course!
But if I am dressed as the respectable and demure Lady of the Manor, and hubby is appraised of my intent to cuck him in the immediate future, then his excitement truly knows no bounds! It is without limits. Of course, with the strict control that I exercise over hubby's bodily functions I am sure you all know what I mean! Typically, he gives me a loving and uxorious kiss, and tells me how much he adores me, before I once again ride roughshod over our marriage vows.
Aristocratic men are so complex! Tonight I am penetrating the fusty precincts of the East India Club, for dinner with Sir Charles Jump and Lord Braintree - who are attempting to set up some kind of high-class hooker party for visiting Asian bankers.
Of course, they are looking for the Sodality's involvement in providing suitable "hostesses". Toodle Pip! A lady in waiting is a woman who attends a monarch or high ranking noble.
Historically, ladies in waiting were members of the nobility themselves, although this is no longer necessarily required. This role has also greatly evolved; most modern ladies in waiting are discreet companions rather than members of a huge court entourage which is designed to impress. A good lady in waiting is said to be intelligent, good natured, and not afraid to offer honest or useful advice to her mistress. The peony is the only genus in the flowering plant family Paeoniaceae.
They are native to Asia, Southern Europe and western North America but grow very well here too, Peonies are actually very easy to grow; once established they can tolerate drought and suffer from very few diseases. Colours range from pure white through baby pinks Album) palest peaches to clear deep pink and darkest rich maroon. There is also a pale yellow but it is rare.
Peonies have been cultivated for over 2, years, more for their medicinal qualities than for ornament. The Japanese protect the earliest peony blooms from the snow by protecting them with individual small thatched shelters. Some geishas used to wear special peony colours. The Chinese name for peony is "sho yu" which means "most beautiful" and they idolised this flower.
If you do, without accreditation, it is. I'm spending a relatively quiet weekend down at Lyndon Towers, catching up with local affairs after my scandalous yacht excursion last week! I have taken the opportunity to discipline my cuck husband. On the advice of my wonderful housekeeper Mrs Danvers, I gave him a very lenient 36 lashes with my bullwhip yesterday afternoon. My hubby is now spending most of his days dressed in his pretty maid's uniform, under Mrs Danvers' strict supervision.
Together we training him to work as a junior housemaid. Mrs Danvers and I were already feminizing and training young Edward Rawsthorne formerly a junior footmanto fill such a role in our establishment. When my husband saw how attractive 'Edwina' looked in her black patent high heels, seamed stockings, tight black mini-dress, starched apron and petticoat, he begged to be allowed to undergo similar feminization.
Mrs Danvers and I didn't need to be asked twice. Sadie Peckham starts filming the second series of my smash hit Reality TV series in April, and we are hoping to have completed hubby's transformation before the new season starts. It will be so much fun to have my hubby appearing in every episode of the series - as my cute little TV maid!!
PS Wearing this gorgeous Steampunk attire makes me feel even more Dominant than usual! I may decide to subject hubby to some additional behaviour modification before dinner this evening!! The aristocracy love to kick up their heels like anyone else!
And when you're Queen, that sentiment just goes double. Throw me in to the jailhouse, Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down. All I know is something like a bird within her sang note 1 All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know I'll show you Snow and rain.
If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why? Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passing by Laugh in the sunshine Sing, cry in the dark Fly through the night. Sleep in the stars Don't you cry Dry your eyes on the wind La da da da da da. All I know is something like a bird within her sang All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know I'll show you Snow and rain.
When the last rose of summer pricks my fingers And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow from a stone. I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river Sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars seem to splatter in the sky When the moon splits the south west horizon And scream of an eagle on the fly.
I will walk alone by the black muddy river And listen to the ripples as they moan I will walk alone by the black muddy river Sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river Roll on forever I don't care how deep and wide If you got another side Roll muddy river Roll muddy river Black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever And there's nothing left to do but count the years When the strings of my heart start to sever And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears.
I will walk alone by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river Sing me a song of my own And sing me a song of my own. All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel note 1 Say "the weather down here so fine". Just then the wind came squalling through the door note 2 But who can the weather command Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand.
Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day I find myself alive Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground. See here how everything Lead up to this day And it's just like any other day That's ever been Sun going up and then The sun going down Shine through my window And my friends they come around Come around, come around. The people might know, but the people don't care That a man can be as poor as me note 3 Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain Now let's come run and see Run and see Run and see Run, run and see, and see.
Arabian wind, the needle's eye is thin The ships of state sail on mirage and drown in sand Out in no man's land, where Allah does command What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing "Taste eternity", the swords sing Blues for Allah, Insh'Allah They lie where they fall, there's nothing more to say The desert stars are bright tonight, let's meet as friends. The flower of Islam, the fruit of Abraham The thousand stories have come round to one again Arabian night, our gods pursue their flight What fatal flowers of darkness bloom from seeds of light Bird of Paradise fly in the white sky.
Blues for Allah, Insh'Allah Let's see with our heart these things our eyes have seen And know the truth must still lie somewhere in between. Look out of any window Any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining Birds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy sky What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago.
Walk out of any doorway Feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you What do you want me to do To watch for you while you're sleeping? Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too. Look into any eyes You find by you; you can see clear to another day Maybe been seen before Through other eyes on other days while going home What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago. Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do To do for you, to see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through. Just a box of rain, wind and water Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower, wind and rain In and out the window like a moth before a flame.
And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there.
Fare you well, my honey Fare you well, my only true one All the birds that were singing Are flown, except you alone. Gonna leave this brokedown palace On my hands and my knees, I will roll, roll, roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time, in my time, I will roll, roll, roll.
In a bed, in a bed By the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul. River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home.
Going home, going home By the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul. Going to plant a weeping willow On the bank's green edge it will grow, grow, grow Singing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go, the river will roll, roll, roll. Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down note a Take up the yoke and plough the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said "please Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me" note b. Brown-eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on. Nineteen twenty when he stepped to the bar Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar Nineteen thirty when the wall caved in He made his way selling red-eyed gin note c.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins Two times over and the rest were sins Raised eight boys, only I turned bad note d Didn't get the lickings that the other ones had. Tumble-down shack in Big Foot County Snowed so hard that the roof caved in Delilah Jones went to meet her God And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well Cost two dollars and it burned like hell note e I cut hickory just to fire the still Drink down a bottle and you're ready to kill note f. There are times when you can beckon, There are times when you must call. You can take a lot of reckoning, But you can't take it all. There are times when I can help you out, And times when you must fall. There are times when you must live in doubt And I can't help at all. Three blue stars rise on the hill Sing no more now just be still All these trials soon be past Look for something built to last.
A wind held by the collar, Yes, a cloud held by the breeze You can walk on coals of fire But sometimes you must freeze. There are times when you offend me And I do the same to you If we can't or won't forget it I guess we could be through.
One blue star sets on the hill Call it back you never will One more star sinks in the past Show me something built to last. Built to last till time itself falls tumbling from the wall Built to last till sunshine fails and darkness moves on all Built to last while years roll past like cloudscapes in the sky Show me something built to last or something built to try.
There are times when you get hit upon Try hard but you can't give Other times you'd gladly part With what you need to live. All the stars are gone but one Morning breaks here comes the sun Cross the sky now sinking fast Show me something built to last. Come all you pretty women with your hair a-hanging down Open up your windows, 'cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble Roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home.
Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes around again. Come on boys and wager, if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar, boys, lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar Pass the whiskey round Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in townv. Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again [repeat and fade]. Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you'd better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind note 1.
This old engine makes it on time Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine Hits River Junction at seventeen to At a quarter to ten you know it's travelling again. Trouble ahead, the lady Album) red Take my advice you'd be better off dead Switchman's sleeping, train Hundred and Two Is on the wrong track and headed for you. Trouble with you is the trouble with me Got two good eyes but we still don't see Come round the bend, you know it's the end The fireman screams and the engine just gleams.
Look for a while at the China Cat Sunflower proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt star gown through a dream night wind. Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eyed jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back.
Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle winged palace of the queen Chinee.
There's a chill in the meadow, of bottomless time I go on, I go on, I cannot fill my cup There's a hole in the bottom, the spring has dried up. I run through the forests of linear time Chop through the branches and cut through the vines. I'll be back in a moment, though it may take me years In the lava rock canyons corroded with fears Of corruptible bodies and grief beyond tears.
I'll go on till I hear the sweet voices behind That I've left for the comfort of cold Clementine. Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand note 1 Says "don't you see? Been walking all morning Went walking all night I can't see much difference Between the dark and light And I feel the wind And I taste the rain Never in my mind To cause so much pain. From day to day Just letting it ride You get so far away From how it feels inside You can't let go 'Cause you're afraid to fall But the day may come When you can't feel at all.
Moving in closer note 1 Cut from a long shot Fade on a downbeat Ready or not, ready or not. Cruise through a stop sign Logging up short time Bird on a phone line Soaking up the sun Salt on the crow tail What can I do? I'm down by law But I'm true to you, true to you. If, what, when and where and how note3 Told at the proper time Big black wings beat on the wind But they don't hardly climb There's a silver ocean Silver clouds on a silver sea A bird on the horizon Silver winging back to me.
Corrina, wake it up baby Corrina, shake it down easy Corrina, shake it on up now Corrina, shake it back down. If, what, where and how Don't mean a thing to me I would love you even if You flew away from me I'll just stand here waiting On the far side of the sea There is no fear that lovers born note 5 Can ever fail to meet.
Cosmic Charley, how do you do? Kalico Kahlia, come tell me the news Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her Rosy red and electric blue I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe. Say you'll come back when you can Whenever your airplane happens to land Maybe I'll be back here too It all depends on what's with you.
Hung up waiting for a windy day Kite on ice since the first of February Mama keeps saying that the wind might blow But standing here, I say I just don't know. New ones coming as the old ones go Everything's moving here, but much too slow now A little bit quicker and we might have time To say "How do you do?
Calliope wail like a seaside zoo The very last lately enquired about you It's really very one or two The first you wanted, the last I knew. I just wonder if you shouldn't feel Less concern about the deep unreal The very first word is "How do you do? Go on home your mama's calling you Go on home your mama's calling you Go on home your mama's calling you.
Your rain falls like crazy fingers Peals of fragile thunder Keeping time Recall the days that still are to come Some sing blue. Hang your heart on laughing willow Stray down to the water Deep sea of love Beneath the sweet calm face of the sea Swift undertow. Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know See how it feels in the end May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you Soft, strong, sweet and true.
Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow Tapping at the window Touch your hair So swift and bright, strange figures of light note 1 Float in air. Who can stop what must arrive now? Something new is waiting To be born Dark as the night you're still by my side Shining side note 2. Gone are the days we stopped to decide Where we should go, we just ride Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams Gone, both dream and lie. Life may be sweeter for this, Dressed Sharply - An Horse - Walls (CD don't know Feels like it might be alright While Lady Lullaby sings plainly for you note 3 Love still rings true.
Midnight on a carousel ride Reaching for the gold ring Down inside Never could reach it, just slips away But I try note 4. I can't stay here much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down I gotta get down Gotta get down to the mine.
You keep me up just one more night I can't stop here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more. Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill Will keep him happy all the time Some other fellow's making nothing at all And you can hear him cry.
Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losing Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues. Dark star crashes note a Pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters The forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting For faults in the clouds of delusion. Mirror shatters In formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving To ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet Recedes in the nights of goodbye.
There were days, and there were days And there were days between Summer flies and August dies The world grows dark and mean Comes the shimmer of the moon On black infested trees The singing man is at his song The holy on their knees The reckless are out wrecking The timid plead their pleas No one knows much more of this Than anyone can see Anyone can see. There were days, and there were days And there were days besides When phantom ships with phantom sails Set to sea on phantom tides Comes the lightning of the sun On bright unfocused eyes The blue of yet another day A springtime wet with sighs A hopeful candle lingers In the land of lullabies Where headless horsemen vanish With wild and lonely cries Lonely cries.
There were days, and there were days And there were days I know When all we ever wanted Was to learn and love and grow Once we grew into our shoes We told them where to go Walked halfway around the world On promise of the glow Stood upon a mountain top Walked barefoot in the snow Gave the best we had to give How much we'll never know We'll never know.
There were days, and there were days And there were days between Polished like a golden bowl The finest ever seen Hearts of Summer held in trust Still tender young and green Left on shelves collecting dust Not knowing what they mean Valentines of flesh and blood As soft as velveteen Hoping love would not forsake The days that lie between Lie between.
Since it cost a lot to win note 1 And even more to lose You and me bound to spend some time Wondering what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow Wait until that deal come round Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I've been gambling here abouts For ten good solid years If I told you all that went down It would burn off both your ears.
Since you poured the wine for me And tightened up my shoes I hate to leave you sitting there Composing lonesome blues. In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running round note 1 The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground. I sat down to supper, 'twas a bottle of red whiskey I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me. When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in".
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game I cut my deck to the queen of spades but the cards were all the same note 2. In the back-wash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing round the fire.
Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing light beams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby baby pretty young on Tuesday Old like a rum drinking demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter Why, why tell me, what's your why now Tell me why will you never come home Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag Everywhere I go the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag.
Take my line, go fishing for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go Stepping off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir 'Cause everyone's doin' that rag Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir 'Cause everyone's doin' that rag.
You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey, love, go and take a look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now But you can wade in the water and never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag Wade in the water and never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag.
One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild And the aces are crawling up and down your sleeve Come back here, baby Louise And tell me the name of the game that you play Is it all fall down; is it all go under Is it all fall down; is it all go under [etc]. When I was just a little young boy Papa said "Son, you'll never get far I'll tell you the reason, if you want to know 'Cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go" note 1.
Well baby, baby wants a gold diamond ring Wants it more than almost any old thing Well when I get those jelly roll blues Why, I'd go and get anything in this world for you. Down to the jewelry store packing a gun Says "wrap it up, I think I'll take this one" "A thousand dollars, please" the jewelry man said Dupree, he said "I'll pay this one to you off in lead". Well you know son, you just can't figure First thing you know, you're gonna pull that trigger And it's no wonder your reason goes bad Jelly roll will drive you stone mad.
Judge said "Son, it's gonna cost you some time" Dupree said "Judge, you know that crossed my mind" Judge said "[In] fact it's gonna cost you your life" Dupree, he said "Judge, you know that seems to me to be about right".
Well, baby, baby's gonna lose her sweet man Dupree came out with a losing hand Baby's gonna weep it up for a while Then go out and find another sweet man gonna treat her with style. Judge said "Son, I know your baby well But that's a secret that I can't never tell" Dupree said "Judge, well, it's well understood And you got to admit that sweet, sweet jelly's so good". Same old story, and I know it's been told Some like jelly jelly, some like gold Many a man's done a terrible thing Just to get baby a shiny diamond ring.
Promises made in the dark dissolve by light of day Easy answers Ain't no saying what will be, it's always been that way Only thing I know for sure, someone got to pay Easy answers Ain't no easy answers, is what I got to say. Easy answers I don't wanna hear Ain't nobody cares C'mon let's go I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know.
Love is an easy word to say, roll's right off the tongue Easy answers Seems to crop up like a weed, in every song that's sung It always sounds so easy, the way it falls upon the ear Easy answers Plenty easy answers now, listen to me here Easy answersv. I've been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer Been chipping up rocks for the great highway I'll live five years if I take my time Balling that jack and drinking my wine.
I been chipping them rocks from dawn till doom While my rider hide my bottle in the other room note 1 Doctor say better stop balling that jack If I live five years I'm gonna bust my back, yes I will note 2. Easy wind, cross the Bayou today note 3 'Cause there's a whole lotta women, Mama Out in red on the streets today note 4 And the river keeps a talking But you never heard a word it said.
Gotta find a woman be good to me Won't hide my liquor try, to serve me tea 'Cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true And I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will.
Right outside this lazy summer home note 1 You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home Wondering where the nuthatch winter's Wings a mile long Just carried the bird away. Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.
There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Long distance runner, what you standing there for? Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain Fire, fire on the mountain. Almost ablaze, still you don't feel the heat note 4 It takes all you got just to stay on the beat You say it's a living, we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete If mercy's in business, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true.
Long distance runner, what you holding out for note 5 Caught in slow motion in a dash to the door The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had, why you want to give more? Carve your name, carve your name in ice and wind Search for where, search for where the rivers end Or where the rivers start Do everything that's in you, you feel to be your part But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart. Dare to leap, leap from Album) high and wide Learn to speak, speak with wisdom like a child Directly to the heart Crown yourself the king of clowns or stand way back apart But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.
Shun a friend, shun a brother and a friend Never look, never look around the bend Or check the weather chart Sign the Mona Lisa with a spray can, call it art But never give your love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart. A foolish heart will call on you to toss your dreams away Then turn around and blame you for the way you went astray A foolish heart will cost you sleep and often make you curse A selfish heart is trouble, but a foolish heart is worse. Bite the hand, bite the hand that bakes your bread Dare to leap, where the angels fear to tread Till you are torn apart Stoke the fires of paradise with coals from hell to start But never give you love my friend unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart.
In another time's forgotten space Your eyes looked from your mother's face note a Wildflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. I'll tell you where the four winds dwell note b In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you lose your way. God save the child who rings that bell note c It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell note d One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused, listen to the music play.
Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends If you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind.
In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep note e Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed in the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again. In another time's forgotten space Your eyes looked through your mother's face Wildflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away, the dew Roll away, roll away the dew Roll away, roll away the dew Roll away, roll away the dew. I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you lose your way.
God save the child who rings that bell I may have one good ring baby, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused just listen to the music play. I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds note a Didn't get to sleep that night till the morning came around.
Set out running but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep Tonight. I ran into the devil babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.
I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there note b He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air. Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight Second one is prison baby, sheriff's on my trail note c And if he catches up with me I'll spend my life in jail.
Got a wife in Chino babe, and one in Cherokee First one says she's got my child but it don't look like me. Moses come riding up on a quasar note 1 His spurs was a-jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold note 2 I asked him to come on in out of the cold His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun Now and again these things just got to be done.
Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence Get right to work if you have any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come in with his eyes on the floor Says, "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door" Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in" I asked him for water he poured me some wine We finished the bottle then broke into mine You get what you come for, you're ready to go And it's one in ten thousand done come for the show.
Abraham and Isaac digging on a well Mama come quick with the water witch spell Cool clear water where you can't never tell. And now he's gone Now he's gone, Lord he's gone He's gone Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track He's gone, gone, and nothing's gonna bring him back He's gone. Going where the wind don't blow so strange Maybe off on some high cold mountain range note 1 Lost one round but the price wasn't anything A knife in the back and more of the same. Same old Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb You know better, but I know him.
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back Ooh, nothing's gonna bring him back. Paradise waits On the crest of a wave her angels in flame She has no pain Like a child she is pure, she is not to blame Poised for flight, wings spread bright Spring from night into the sun Don't stop to run She can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone.
Tell me the cost I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost Sell everything Without love day to day, insanity's king I will pay, day by day Anyway, lock, bolt and key Crippled but free I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
Help on the way Well I know only this, I've got you today Don't fly away 'Cause I love what I love and I want it that way I will stay, one more day Like I say, honey, it's you Making it too Without love in the dream it'll never come true.
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty nine Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreaming, get out the way Get out the way. Line up a long shot, maybe try it two times, maybe more Good to know you got shoes to wear, when you find the floor Why hold out for more. Asking you nice now, keep the mother rolling, one more time Been down before, you just don't have to go no more No more. You told me goodbye How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant please don't let me go I was having a high time Living the good life Well I know.
I was losing time, I had nothing to do No-one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, the leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw. Tomorrow comes trouble note 1 Tomorrow comes pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Don't be that way.
Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Well I know. If I had the world to give I'd give it to you, long as you live Would you let it fall Or hold it in your arms? If I had a song to sing I'd sing it to you, long as you live Lullaby Or maybe a plain serenade. Wouldn't you laugh, dance and cry or be afraid At the change you made?
I may not have the world to give to you But maybe I have a tune or two. Only if you let me be your world Could I ever give this world to you Could I ever give this world to you. If I had a star to give I'd give it to you, long as you live Would you have the time To watch it shine, watch it shine? Or ask for the moon and heaven too? I'd give it to you Well maybe I've got no star to spare Or anything fine or even rare.
Annie laid her head down in the roses She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair I don't know, maybe it was the roses All I know, I could not leave her there. I don't know, it must have been the roses The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair I don't know, maybe it was the roses All I know, I could not leave her there. Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea Thinking well how it may blow in all good company If I tell another what your own lips told to me Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see.
One pane of glass in the window No one is complaining, though, come in and shut the door Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore And it's strange how no one comes round any more. Maybe you collect or maybe you pay Still got to work that eight hour day Whether you like that job or not Keep it on ice while you're lining up your long shot note 1 Which is to say, hey-ey.
Ring that bell for whatever it's worth When Monday comes, don't forget about work By now you know that face on your dollar Got a thumb to its nose and a hand on your collar Which is to say, hey-ey. Punch that time card, check that clock But when Monday comes gotta run, run, run - not walk. Steady boy, study that eight day hour But don't underrate that pay-check power If you ask me, which I know you don't I'd tell you to do what I know you won't Which is to say, hey-ey.
Daddy may drive a V-8 'vet Mama may bathe in champagne yet God bless the child with his own stash Nine to five and a place to crash. No he bailado desde Las Zapatas son perdidas I have not danced since my shoes were lost. I have not danced with your sister yet Is that she who sleeps by my guitar? Moonlight wails as hound dogs bay but never quite catch the tune Stars fall down in buckets like rain till there ain't no standing room Bright blue boxcars train by train clatter where dreams unfold Way down, down along Lazy River Road.
Way down upon Seminole Square belly of the river tide call for me and I will be there for the price of a taxi ride Night double-clutches into today like a truck downshifting its load Way down, down along Lazy River Road. Thread the needle right through the eye The thread that runs so true All the others I let pass by I only wanted you Never cared for careless love but how your bright eyes glowed Way down, down along Lazy River Road.
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