Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Abba – Thank You for the Music
(or the metal tribute version)
All pictures are of street musicians in Barcelona, March 2008 (n0.3 = Javier van Velthoven, no.4 = Leonardo Trincabelli)
Thank you all for the music.
I’m leaving bitterness behind
This time I’m cleaning up my mind
There is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget
Just look at me
I am walking love incarnate
Look at the frequencies of which I vibrate
I’m going to light up the world
Peace will come to me
Peace will come to me
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne days.
Gary Moore – Parisienne Walkways
No, I don’t want to battle from beginning to end
I don’t want to cycle or recycle revenge
I don’t want to follow death and all of his friends
And in the end
We lie awake and we dream of making our escape
A soul in tension, is learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Now here I go again, I see the crystal vision
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you’d like to sell.
If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood on the page
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would ya think the boy’s insane? He’s insane
I said I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it
I said I know it’s only rock’n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Rolling Stones – I Know It’s Only Rock’n’Roll (But I Like It)
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.
Oh it’s such a perfect day,
I’m glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I’m still looking, looking for the summer
Chris Rea – Looking for the Summer