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Cleaning Windows

Based on a story told to me by my Dad, where a mentor of his thoughtfully looked up and said, "One pane at a time." He was looking up at window cleaners working high up on the side of the towerblock housing. The lyrics often borrow from a number of aphorisms found in a book while staying over at a friend's house.

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I'll never know what's even worth while learning
If I understand it all too soon.
And I won't see all the bridges I've been burning
Till my journey shows me I'm a fool

My life gets bigger or my life gets smaller
It depends on all the courage that I find
And I won't discover all the lands worth seeking
Till I've been at sea a long, long, long, long time.

And if I knew where I was going to fall
I would lay down a carpet
If I keep trying to pin it down
I'll never know where my heart is
Never know where my heart is

I spend my life cleaning windows
One pane at a time.

They say the wisdom is all out there somewhere
If I can learn to tell my love from my desire
I crave the balance of the love and the hurting
Of the warmth and the burning of the fire

And if I knew where I was going to fall
I would lay down a carpet
If I keep trying to pin it down
I'll never know where my heart is
Never know where my heart is

I spend my life cleaning windows
One pane at a time.

Once Alien Here

Written while considering the often deceptive attractions of the quest for novelty and the exotic, in the context of a life thus far spent travelling all over the place. The central idea references a poem of the same name by the Ulster poet John Hewitt.

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Once alien here, once alien there
Little bit of a foreigner everywhere
But the truth is I'm tired
I'm looking round at all those people that I most admire
Getting on with the business of being true.
Just like you.

Once thrilled by the sky
I'd say I felt exhilaration, that I can't deny
Reaching heights that I thought I'd never dare.
With eyes open wide;
Maybe clearest vision says there is no other side
Could be simple as learning how to care.
Just being there.

But I want to fly
(Do you want me to just stick around)
I want to fly
(Maybe flying works best with your feet on the ground)
Water run, and catch the light
A gentler love, will guide me through the night.
Wake the candle, feed the light,
A humbler love will keep me right.

Once alien here, once alien there,
Standing still simply left me running scared.
But the truth is I'm tired
of moving on, addiction to the neophyte's desire.
Could be time for the patience for being true.
Just like you.

Wedding Song

This was written for my sister Kathleen's wedding. I'm probably more than a little ambivalent about my own take on weddings (my stance on institutional religion is considerably different now), but this song said what I wanted to say about her special day.

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Some love is worth its weight in gold
Some love just rushes in like a story to be told
Some love just sees the darkness through
And when the morning comes it's waiting there for you

Some love just gets straight to the point
Some love blows clouds away that earth and sky be joined
Some love just knows, just knows it's right
Reaches out with open arms
and eyes wide with delight

And on your wedding day
We'll see you smile
For it seems for every dream there is a time

And you deserve it
(Climbing mountains finds the bluest sky)
And you deserve it
(Loving waters cool and clear)
And you deserve it
And you've earned it
And you've paid your dues in full.
Now's the time to see what true love can be
In the words of always will.

Some love just seems to fall in line
Some love just waltzes in, every step in time
Some love rewards patience with wealth untold
It's heaven blessed, and as I've said it's worth its weight in gold

Just a Friend

A very early one, but one of the few that has lasted the pace. I wrote it in five minutes. I still like it.

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There's this girl I know and we share smiles and laughs and stories
But she's just a friend
Thinks the same as me but at times we disagree
But she's just a friend
But I've been thinking that a time will come
When we both will realise
That we can't keep things going
Just as friends.

I tell her what I think of all her crazy dreams and notions
But she's just a friend
At times I wish that we weren't simply going through the motions
But she's just a friend
But I've been thinking that a time will come
When we both will realise
That we can't keep things going
Just as friends.

I sometimes catch her eye or feel the rumour of a sigh
But she's just a friend
We sometimes talk in silence but a little voice inside will say
She's just a friend
But I've been thinking that a time will come
When we both will realise
That we can't keep things going just as friends.

Lament of Chicken Little

It has been said that of all things, fear is the thing that most makes strangers of people who could have been friends. This song changes with the years, and is a little more optimistic than it first was, not that you'd know!

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They say it's not love if it isn't both ways and it was
But that's not enough if the fear is greater than the loss
When the words of bold confusion
Set the scene for hope's regret
When the lure of love's illusion
Can't bridge distance, can't forget.
Mere insistence goes no further than an argument well met

They say time heals but I sometimes wonder if it will,
Or will frustration yield to that Sisyphus fella
with his rolling stone and that tempting hill
When the blindness of perception
Will not let you lay the wreath
On the site of past deception.
Too much guessing, too much grief,
Twisted blessings of the tendency to lean towards belief.

Sky falls down
You catch it
You stretch to hang and patch it.
You will not greet the darkness, you will not douse the flame
You will not raise the anchor, though the wind is hungry for your sails

They say it's not love if it isn't both ways and it was
But that's not enough when the fear is greater than the loss
When you make the hard decision
As you pronounce the case adjourned
Make the break with clean precision
You're not helping, lesson learned
Move away before forgiveness loses out to bridges burned.

Apologia Pro Vita Sua

It took a while for me to begin to confront the implications of my social theory work for my personal life. It's hard trying to work with a social approach that takes absolutes and fixed positions and 'truth-claims' as unhelpful elements in a search for a more ethical existence. In 2003 I took what will probably be the first big step in coming to terms with who I am and what I'm at - I 'came out' as a non-Catholic, which was initially a little traumatic but has since worked out fine. The title is a bit of an in-joke, coming from the title of a book by Cardinal Newman which outlines his justifications for converting to Catholicism.

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When I was younger I would bow my head in prayer
And ask good God above to guide my way
I'd kneel before the altar with my worries and my cares
And tell him all the highlights of my day
And every Sunday I would head along to Mass
Mum, Dad, brother, sisters by my side
I'd watch the priest and think that I might do that too
Bless the people, and raise that chalice high

Growing up a Catholic's not a stain upon my soul
Or any sort of crime I should defend
And I can't speak for others but I'll say this for myself
It wasn't always fear and guilt and blame
Do to others as you'd have them do to you
Be generous, be loving and be kind.
All things being equal well I could have done much worse
Than live life guided by a living Christ

And just because I'm not enraptured any more
It doesn't mean I don't respect what I've been taught
I just don't think I'm qualified to claim my cause is righteous
Or be absolutely sure that there's a God.
But I still live a life of wonder
And I still want a life of prayer
Between the lightning and the thunder
I sometimes pray that she'll be there.

I've grown suspicious of the over-zealous word
The violence of insistence for the truth
I've seen my blindness to the ways that I have hurt
When all my best intentions were no use
And now I wonder if I'll ever work it out
Or if the trick is simply letting go
I'll trust my heart to know to listen for the silence
And to bring me where the gentle waters flow

At the Foot of the Cross

The following song was an early attempt to dance around imagery in a way that didn't require me to confront any doubts I had about faith and religion in any practical fashion. Still fond of it, though, even if I'm still not quite sure what I was getting at.

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He wanted to watch with the eyes of a child,
but he wanted to walk through the night,
He wanted to speak with the wisdom of one
who had opened his arms to the light,
And he climbed mountains of love and mountains of hate,
Through valleys he travelled with paper cup smiles
and a semi-disposable face

He wanted to fall at the foot of the cross,
but he couldn't let go of the rope
He was left writing messages deep in the sand
and the tide came and read what he wrote.
And he sailed oceans of love and oceans of hate,
He crossed polished puddles in paper cup hopes
just to end up in any old place

And he tried falling in line,
but falling will hurt you if you're falling blind,
And he tried marching in time.
But time poses questions for linear minds
Gift turns to threat as the future unwinds
Windblown and crying for shelter and dreams
Running from silence and locked away screams
Wondering what in God's name it all means

He wanted to rescue the tears from the tower
but his sword was too heavy to hold,
He danced in his heart with the child in his eyes
to the truth that would never be known.
And he walked deserts of love and deserts of hate,
Embracing the stones of the wind and the wave
with his fingers that yearned to create.

Song for a Four Year Old Child

I think children can be our clearest vision of hope. The 'time slips away' line was originally 'time was away', from a poem by Louis MacNiece, but it didn't really work too well.

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How do you tell a four year old child it's just the way things are,
That change is just the one thing you can't change?
When she doesn't want cute tadpoles to turn into slimy frogs
But she'd be very grateful if you could just rearrange things for her ...
If you can growl like a giant or bark like a dog,
Read a story then go back to the start,
You'll earn yourself a posy of dandelions from the garden,
Qualify for a place in her heart.

How do tell a four year old child that you've got work to do,
You'd love to stay and play but can't afford to?
When she wants you to be the voice of Sammy the Snake
for another half an hour
And you know in your heart of hearts that you'd really love to ...
If you breathe fire like a dragon or meow like a cat
Well, you're off to a pretty good start
You'll earn yourself a posy of daisies from the garden,
Qualify for a place in her heart.

And if you say the magic words you know you'll turn
crystal balls into blackbirds
And watch them fly away

And time slips away
Rainbows dancing their way home
Time slips away
Time is a mountain stream with secrets to unfold.

And how do you tell a four year old child that we're all born to die,
That every fond goodbye's a step to freedom?
When she's telling you that she loves you
as she's wiping the tears from your eyes
Cause love can conquer all if you just believe it ...
If you can laugh through the anger and play through the pain
Finish stories you were hesitant to start
You'll earn yourself a posy of dandelions from the garden
Qualify for a place in her heart,
Qualify for a place in her heart.

Moonlight

I was thinking the other day about my tendencies to keep writing songs about love and relationships, instead of songs that deal with topics similar to my academic work, like politics and discourse and suchlike. I thought, though, that maybe my love songs are about a very real kind of politics that is incredibly immediate and deeply consequential, at least in my life. I think they're also a way to celebrate the humanity, the wonders, I-wonders, and I-wanders of relationships.

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I have no faith in progress, evolution, or in fate
It’s we that make our histories as our histories, too, are made
And I have no faith in power, if we only mean control
For the power to be gentle is a power we can know

And I have no faith in meaning if we only mean our own
The more we fix our meanings, the more we feel alone
And I’ve no faith in intuition, if it means I’m walking blind
I’d rather be uncertain, than be convinced I’m always right

And I’ve danced with you on beaches
Beneath the moon on starry nights
And I know I’ve learned to love you
And I hope I always might
And dancing with you’s easy
And that’s usually a good sign
So let’s dance away the moonlight
Swaying gently, side to side

And oh, round and round we go
Look me in the eyes and I will know
And oh, round and round we go
hold me close and dance with me real slow

And I’ve no faith in contracts, if they’re built on lack of trust
I’d like to think I want to, I wouldn’t like to think I must
But it helps to have faith sometimes, helps to have a guiding star
And I’d like to celebrate you, for the person that you are

Presence of Absence

A simple enough song.

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I want to tell you all the little things
that matter in my life
Because you make them matter so much more
The only problem is that we’re not talking
And it makes it kind of hard
To make sense of the logic of it all

I feel like talking to you on the telephone
I feel like knocking on your door
But I can’t tell if you’d think there was a line that I’d crossed over
And I’m in no mood for fighting any more

I want to show you all the little things
that make me feel alive
The way you did when you were still around
The only problem is that we’re not talking
And it makes it kind of hard
To show you all the wondrous things I’ve found

And if it turns out that the histories record
That ours was just another failed romance
I’d like to think it doesn’t mean I’ve lost another friend
Or that friendship doesn’t get a second chance

I want to tell you that I miss the way
we talked for hours and hours
You always found a way to make me smile
The only problem is that we’re not talking
And it makes it kind of hard
To ask if we could just talk for a while

The Rules

This song was written in a maelstrom of confusion, with a little wisp of bitterness, just in case you thought I was a completely unredeemable romantic.

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Listen now, lend an ear to the wisdom of ages
That has served many well both as servant and king
As a guide to all warriors bold and courageous
For these rules will make sense of most everything
For the male of the species has need of such theses
In poetry, prose, and in songs for to sing
For in need of direction, in abject rejection,
Listen now before chasing the kiss, bed, or ring.

The first rule about rules is that men never make them
It’s the female prerogative, domain of Eve,
Aphrodite and Venus, all women they’ll train us
To accept any thing that they’d have us believe
And with no prior warning you’ll wake one fine morning
The rules that you thought were there gone with the breeze
Though you try to avoid, document, or record them
There’s no way you can win without taking your leave.

Now she’ll never be wrong, oh but if she is wrong
She just misunderstood what you said or did not
And you’ll learn to apologize, no room to hypothesize,
Never quite knowing the cause of your lot
And her mind it may change for some reason deranged
But you cannot change yours unless that’s what she wants
But with no indication of desired alteration
You might easily feel that you’re losing the plot.

Now the rules state that anger might well come upon her
In times or in places she deigns to decree
Whatever the season, she’ll have her own reason
But not any reason that you’re meant to see
You must stay forgiving should you wish to stay living
Unless she expects that it’s fighting you’ll be
But then you’ll never know that, and if you should know that
The reason shall remain a grand mystery.

Should you not practice telepathy, prepare for antipathy
Reading her mind is an essential skill
And be ready for countless revisionist histories
Regardless of what happened or ever will
For you’re bound to be wrong, and God knows that she’ll prove it
Don’t fight cause you’ll lose it on Sisyphus Hill
Should you say that you love her just know that won’t cover
Her reasons for wishing you all kinds of ill.

Any word that you’ve uttered in life doesn’t matter
As long as she thinks that she knows what you said
You can use your excuses, but they’ll all be useless
All alibis you find will leave you for dead
If her words they be timely then you’ll need reminding
That no logic is binding then inside her head
She can do what she wishes, both heartless and vicious
And all you can do is just cower in dread.

These rules they state clearly that women are dearly
Demanding of consideration and love
But they’ll have the last word, you bet, in any argument
Any word else of yours starts a new row, so tough!
But these rules are just guidelines for men on the sidelines
Who feel so abandoned by all gods above
For they’ll keep you mindful as she keeps your time full
Of wonderful mindgames for calling your bluff.

Well, I’m sure there are some think I’m bitter and twisted
My debating ham-fisted, my sexism lame
For I’m sure you’ve heard stories, both tragic and gory
To attest that men also can do much the same
This may be the case, but that’s not how I’ve found it,
If you wish to propound a reply go ahead,
But when it comes to perplexing, sure men can be vexing,
But women, I’m telling you, leave us for dead.

So you men who be flirting, and kissing and courting,
Remember that they’ll be the ones in control
With all their fineigling and shifting and changing
They’ll twist you in knots that will soon take their toll
But you cannot ignore them, you’ll find you adore them,
You’ll find you fall for them in raptures so bold
Just beware that your antics and diehard romantics
Might lead to the ultimate loss of your soul.

Sasquatch Song

This song was written in memory of a Sasquatch Symposium that happened in Vancouver in 1998. I was lucky enough to stumble upon it while attending another conference ...

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Learning

With a little bit of help from the film The Constant Gardener

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I never really gave myself the chance to love you truly
Sort of like a hug without the full embrace
Maybe I was scared that my heart would be unruly
Maybe I was scared that you'd see my only face

Maybe I lost trust in the beauty of the moment
Maybe I lost trust in the beauty that was you
I'm feeling kind of stupid now that I can see the chances
Where I could have learned the wisdoms of a love so bright and new

I'm kind of glad that you're not me
But I'd like to learn you

When the quest for explanations leaves a tiredness in my answers
When the silence of the heart will leave a tiredness in my eyes
When I leave a space for difference in the hope that's where the dance is
And somewhere in the dancing's where I finally realise

I'm kind of glad that you're not me
But I'd like to learn you

If I sacrifice the answers to the wonder of unknowing
If I listen to your voice instead of waiting for my say
If I loosen up my grip on the patterns of the future
Even if it means that I decide to walk away

I'm kind of glad that you're not me
But I'd like to learn you

The Little Things

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It’s the little things she says that make me smile
It’s that air of unexpected that makes me feel warm inside
It’s the melody and magic of her hair upon the breeze
It’s the way that just her laughter
Can bring me to my knees

It’s the little things she does that make me smile
Those loving arms around me make me feel warm inside
A sigh, a glance, a warm and loving smile across the room
The way that time with her can never come too soon

It’s the little things, the little things that make me smile
Just standing there beside her makes me feel warm inside
It’s the way she peels an orange, it’s the way she pours her tea
It’s how I’ll never understand why she’s interested in me

After the Deluge

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My father’s eyes they spoke of morning’s glory
Just when it looked like the deluge would never end
And my mother’s eyes they spoke with all the relish of an untold story
Coming round the bend.

And my mother’s smile it spoke with warmth and longing
Just when it looked like the waiting would never go
And my father’s eyes they spoke of all the burdens that had lifted from their shoulders
And tumbled far below

And heaven only knows when tides will turn and call the ships to sea
And timeless are the eyes that set the loving hearts free

Will you meet me at the crossroads of my life?
The voyage is long but the winds still blow when the day has turned to night
And will you stay with me till dark has turned to light
And hold me in the silence of your sight?

My parents lives they speak of love and giving
Of sacrifice for family and for faith
And my parents lives they speak of lessons learned and strength to battle through the living
Of these true love is made.

And heaven only knows when tides will turn and call the ships to sea
And timeless are the eyes that set the loving hearts free

Threshold

There are times when silence is the only wisdom
And the vision put to words would lose its sight
When the questions in her eyes will challenge all your secrets
And reflections, thoughts and dreams will seek the balance of the night

There are times when silence leaves the answers go unnoticed
And you crave for one more step before you fall
When the tiredness in your heart will cry for virtue once again
And beautiful from the heart you hear her call

Where the shadows all will hold you and embrace you
Where the promise of forgiveness is no friend
Where you wonder when the time will come that love will turn and face you
Just know the chance for loving comes again

There are times when madness seems the only refuge
And you pray for one more step before you fall
When the anguish in your heart will cry for silence once again
But beautiful from the heart you hear her call

Frankenstein’s Monster

Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day
It really was sad to see him that way
Out of luck and all out of dreams, he was coming apart at the seams
Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day

Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day
He had tried putting pieces together in a logical way
But his attempts to climb out of bed had cost him an arm and a leg
Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day

Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day
He put his best foot forward, but it just came away
It puts a big strain on your heart when your whole life is falling apart
Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day

Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day
He still had plenty to do and plenty to say
But the stories that he would have told were now but a jaw to behold
Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day

Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day
When someone’s life is in bits there’s not much you can say
Of all of the things that are known, chances are that you’ll rip what you’ve sewn
Frankenstein’s Monster was having a bad, bad day

Boris the Vegetarian Vampire

Close friends are aware that I have a bit of thing for vampires and such ...

Hold close garlic, cross, and silver bullet
to ward ‘gainst creatures of the night
For fangs will seek out those who fear
the werewolf, ghost and bat in flight
This tale is one that I must tell and one that’s surely strange but true
And one that may protect and guard when terror’s teeth are stalking you!

Boris was a vegetarian vampire
He was a vegee from his teeth down to his toes
While his friends were biting maidens, stealing babies from their cradles
He’d have peas and cabbage garnished with a rose

As a baby Boris baffled, preferring carrot juice and apples
To a vampire’s famous dietary norms
Eating grass and flower petals as he sat among the nettles
While his baby vampire buddies swallowed worms
His complexion was too healthy said the gossip in the belfry
Obviously his parents were to blame
The objections escalated while he grew up vegetated
But by this stage his trajectory was very very plain

He was a vampire with a mission, he got on vamp television
And he changed his old black cloak for brighter hues
He didn’t have it easy, sight of blood it made him queasy
But blood-based soap is all that vampires use
Murder, blood and slaughter is what all vampire’s oughta
But Boris couldn’t bring himself to kill
The vamp police they found him, they arrested him and bound him
And for treachery they placed him, placed him in vamp jail.

For dinner they were cruel, gave him haemoglobin gruel,
So Boris he demanded civil rights.
They laughed at him and told him till he changed his mind they’d hold him
So he said that he was on a hunger strike
Boris brought attention to his protest in detention
He caused a lot of vamps to think again
His questions about eating led to open public meetings
Someone said for lack of blood he’d gone completely, totally, utterly, absolutely insane

So as not to cause more trouble they released him on the double
A celebrity our Boris now walked free
Large crowds were there to greet him, just to shake his hands and meet him
While Boris gulped down rice and herbal tea
So the moral of this story is that life need not be gory,
You can leave it out and live quite happily
Take Boris for example he thought vegees more than ample
And he wrote his name down in vampire history!

Train Window Reflection Romance

If I’d only said hello instead of silent glancing,
Only asked your name instead of dreaming of romancing
Would things have been much different?
Would we have talked for hours
Instead of staring out the window at the hedges and the cows?

Do you know how many times I meant to comment on the rain?
Anything for conversation, hopeful on a train.
By the time I’d plucked up courage sure you’d fallen fast asleep.
I’m sure it would have been a romance with a complicated streak.

Well the train pulled in to Newry station, I took my bags to go,
I stepped out on the platform thinking ‘Now I’ll never know’
But as the train was leaving she woke and caught my eye ...
I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but I never said goodbye.

But sure it’s over now,
I’m sure she’s long gone now,
Another girl on a train that I’ll never see again
These botched up chances send me round the bend
Another fairy tale on Belfast-Dublin trains has met a sorry end.

Aotearoa New Zealand

Under the eyes of the Southern Cross in the Land of the Long White Cloud
Born on a sea of shadows and light
Where the silhouettes of sadness seek to call your name out loud
To sanctuaries of friendship in the night.

This kiwi’s lost his accent like the kiwi lost his wings
This kiwi’s never sure what song he’s singing
It’s hard to know what’s constant when they’re changing everything
This kiwi’s never sure what song he’s singing.

Great Maui give me courage, Great Tane give me strength,
Keep the Tui’s mark far from my door,
The menace and the magic of the waves upon the sea
Hold the far horizon from the shore.

Under the eyes of the Southern Cross in the Land of the Long White Cloud,
Dreams seek out a place to run and hide
Sheltering skies over mountain tops keep the memories tall and proud
Standing in the evening’s fading light.

Don't Catch the Eye of the Bridesmaid

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Have you ever just felt like kicking yourself
Cause you waited around once again
When you're given the chance to ask her to dance
But your feet just won't listen to what your heart's saying

And did you ever fall for the bridesmaid
After catching her eye and a smile?
Well if you ever did
You kept it well hid
When you could have just talked for a while
Don't catch the eye of the bridesmaid
As she walks down the aisle

Did you find yourself glancing when you know she's not dancing
Waiting for someone who'll ask?
And just as you move to walk cross the room
Her father steps in and he waltzes her past ...

Did you ever say something so short it was nothing
You don't even know if she heard?
Did you say it in passing with hope everlasting
God knows in love that the fools never learn

Melancholy Ghost

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I tried to bring the ring back, but the jewellers wouldn’t take it,
Far too long, they told me, since I’d last passed through their doors
I didn’t have the heart to say she never got to wear it,
It was unused, new, unworn as the day that it was bought

And I know that if I keep it
it will haunt me like a melancholy ghost
And I know that if I keep it
I will love her when I need to let go most

I’m glad I got to ask her, with the question that I asked her,
I tried to make it different, yes, I tried to make it real,
And I feel that I was honest about how much I really loved her
I felt that I was ready for a love I felt was real

And I know that if I hadn’t
It would haunt me like a melancholy ghost
But I wonder if I hadn’t
Yes, I wonder, when I need to let go most

I used to think I’d wait until I knew I knew for certain,
But life’s too short for certain when there’s humans in the deal,
And if I have the luck to be there, well I hope I find the courage
If again I feel I’m ready for a love I feel is real

For I know that if I’m wary
It will haunt me like a melancholy ghost
But I wonder if I’ll falter,
If I’ll love her when I need to let go most

When I forget your favourite things

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I wonder if I’d never written down the things I did
I wonder if I’d kept those heartfelt things much better hid
There are times when I forget your favourite things, just now and then
And I wish you could remind me once again

I wonder if I’d been a little less enthralled by you
I wonder if I’d not said I admired the things you do
There are times when I forget your favourite things, just now and then
And I wish you could remind me once again

I wonder if I’d never said I missed you or I cared
Was it that I lied and said I could just be your friend
There are times when I forget your favourite things, just now and then
And I wish you could remind me once again

I wonder if I loved you too too much or not enough
I wonder if you even thought that what we had was love
There are times when I forget your favourite things, just now and then
And I wish you could remind me once again

There are times when I forget your favourite things, just now and then
And I wish you could remind me once again

Stand beside the one you love

I seem to have a lot of songs relating to weddings and things. I suppose I really am an incurable romantic. This is one that I wrote for another sister's wedding.

Play this song

Stand beside the one you love
Thank the stars for their intentions
Raise a glass that with your loving hearts you’ll walk together
Knowing you’ve more than enough
Knowing even when it’s rough
You’re there beside the one you love

Stand beside the one you love
Smile at how it came to happen
Raise a glass that with your loving hearts you’ll work together
Everything will be okay
Loving hearts can guide the way
Stand beside the one you love

And when it’s hard just wait it out
Give it time you’ll see it through
Learn to listen for what loving’s all about
When you’re standing with the one who’s loving you

Stand beside the one you love
Bless the day and bless the hour
Raise a glass that with your loving hearts you’ll dream together
Live the hope that bears you up
When it’s easy, when it’s tough
Stand beside the one you love

And when it’s hard just wait it out
Give it time you’ll see it through
Learn to listen for what loving’s all about
When you’re standing with the one who’s loving you

Everything will be okay
Loving hearts can guide the way
Stand beside the one you love