Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears unto our pray’rs; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty. Purcell, Thou knowest, Funeral for Queen Mary, in my list as sung by King’s, all as per aseneth.
I can hit the sweet spot, hit it o so fine. Keep going - brammers left it vague but clearly knows.
I’m a wind-up toy in a knock-down world. Come, come, this shd be obvs.
Fàilte gu fearann air balaich an iasgaich / Iomradh is tarruing is gearradh a’ bhiathaidh. Well? This is a doddle.
Des yeuxs qui font…. As per aseneth first, the Little Sparrow Piaf (and her version, not Satchmo’s), La vie en rose.
Hullo. Good morning. We’re tossing a coin to begin. Keep going - brammers left it vague but clearly knows.
Ol’ rockin’ chair’s got me…. Near miss so far.
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus. Surely this is obvs?
And did those feet in ancient time. Serriadh was first off the mark: Jerusalem, Parry, in this case again King’s (not shown).
Got a wife; got a family / Earn my living with my hands. Well?
O sleep in peace, you valleys and hills. Aseneth first: the Tannahill Weavers indeed, Land of light. No reference available.
(_______________? twice) I thought love was everything, I believed in all the good things it would bring. Guess on.
Sometime, I wonder, just what I’m prayin’ for…. Anyone?
On a sunny summer’s day, we’ll enjoy a full day’s play. Keep going - brammers left it vague but clearly knows.
You ever had a day like I had today, when things are stacked up bad? Well?
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start. So start. Guessing.
So you think your schooling’s phoney I guess it’s hard not to agree; You say it all depends on money And who is in your family tree…. As serriadh says, Supertramp, Bloody well right.