So who was Valentine anyway?

So who was Valentine anyway?
And why’d we drop the Saint from his name?
And when did we turn my feelings for you
Into a game
Of romantic gestures?

Because romance is in the air
Red roses with love
Affairs of the heart
The science of love
Perfume and passion

So who was Valentine anyway?
And why’d we drop the Saint from his name?
And when I bought you
A single red rose, did you smile
At my romantic gesture?

Because romance is in the air
The book of love
Ginseng and oysters
Eat, pray and love
On happy Valentine’s Day

So who was Valentine anyway?
And why’d we drop the Saint from his name?
And when we have the
Love life of the rich and famous
Will it be Valentine’s Day?

Song and dance man

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Well it started with a phone call
Said you didn’t love me at all
Said you never felt like it
When you think about me

So I tried to figure it out
What this life is all about
And that’s why I’m sitting here
With my hand around a beer

And you wonder why I’m drinking this town dry
And playing songs to any pretty girl that passes by

I’m just a song and dance man
Up here doing the best I can
Standing under the spotlight
While I’m thinking ’bout you

But don’t try and figure it out
What this life is all about
Just keep sitting there
With my hand around a beer
And you wonder why I’m drinking this town dry
And playing songs to any pretty girl that passes by

Somewhere in the middle

You can lose yourself
Getting through each day
When there’s places to be
And bills to pay
Somewhere in the middle of it all
There’s a quiet place called love
Clouds drift by like dreams
As you find yourself here
Just following the routine
Hiding from the tears
Somewhere in the middle of it all
There’s a quiet place called love
When there’s nothing to say
And no time to dance
You try to figure it out
As you search for romance
Somewhere in the middle of it all
There’s a quiet place called love
You know it’s the little things
And the difference that they make
After all this time
Watching you walk away
Somewhere in the middle of it all
There’s a quiet place called love

Some people

Some people try to hide,
Some try to search for meaning,
Some swim against the tide,
Some lose themselves in work,
Some get lost in time and space,
Some keep looking for a sign
That they haven’t lost the race,
Some people turn their heads,
Some people have to run,
Some people can’t slow down,
While others sit in the sun,
Some people let life happen,
Some like to make a plan,
Some look for help from others,
Some have to lend a hand,
Some people try a key
To every door they find,
Some keep moving forward,
Some get left behind,
Some people have lost someone,
And are never getting nearer,
When the one you need to know the best
Is looking in the mirror.

Solitaire

The bottle is empty,
As the look in his eyes,
A heart with no feeling,
No tears to cry.

Sentimental dreamer,
By the candlelight,
Parched lips are silent,
Empty house tonight.

If I knew how much
It hurts when you’re lost,
Then I’d know what
To say to you,
But if you think
It was all about love,
It was you, you, you.

The dog is barking,
The baby cries,
No-one is listening,
To the lies.

No time for dancing,
Tired of the fight,
No time to argue,
The music is quiet.

If I knew how much
It hurts when you’re sad,
Then I’d know what
To say to you,
But if you think
It was all about love,
It was you, you, you.

Cards lie on the table,
Red, black and white,
Hearts turned over,
Out of sight.
No reason for living,
The look in his eyes,
Counting the hours,
Through the night.

If I knew how much
It hurts when you’re lost,
Then I’d know what
To say to you,
But if you think
It was all about love,
It was you, you, you.

Slings and arrows

When you search for truth
With the words of a song
What is right from wrong?
Flights of angels will sing
Through the misty rain
With cracks in your heart
And endless pain

When your question is
Whether or not to be
Or take on a troubled sea
Flights of angels will sing
Through the misty rain
With cracks in your heart
And endless pain

When you’re standing on
The edge of eternity
With eyes that cannot see
Flights of angels will sing
Through the misty rain
With cracks in your heart
To end your pain

Side by side (in the tunnel of love)

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Passing by a carnival
I can’t forget the thrill
Thinking ’bout my pretty baby
Does she think about me still?
Side by side through the tunnel of love
It was meant to be like this
Two hearts searching for ever
In a goodnight kiss
Holding tight on the ghost train
Laughing in the hall of mirrors
Screaming on the rollercoaster
As I kissed away her tears
Side by side through the tunnel of love
It was meant to be like this
Two hearts searching for ever
In a goodnight kiss
Winning prizes on the sideshows
Eating donuts from a cart
Sometimes you need to take chances
If you’re going to win her heart
Side by side through the tunnel of love
It was meant to be like this
Two hearts searching for ever
In a goodnight kiss
Under the glare of neon lights
There were stars in her eyes
Making out behind a tent
The crowd drowning out her cries
Side by side through the tunnel of love
It was meant to be like this
Two hearts searching for ever
In a goodnight kiss

Sentimental tonight

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I’m feeling sentimental tonight
As I fall asleep with those
Romantic thoughts in my head.
No more edge of desperation,
But gently, carefully measuring
What friendships and lovers
And feelings and places
Have meant over the years.

I think of his smiling face,
His gentle touch and kind words,
Shared hopes and dreams
And the ringing of laughter,
As the images appear,
Bright for a moment,
Then vanish into the fog of time.
Yes, this is a reluctant farewell
To past times, because tonight
I am weary and lonesome,
Tired of sleeping on my own,
Tired of running away,
Tired of facing the crowd by myself.

Now I’m ready for the music
To burst with new life,
To pluck those silver strings
And listen to the synthesiser
Moan with delight
As the hushed words
Fall from the singers lips,
With the rocking rhythm of
The drummers beats
And crashing cymbals
Taking the song to its climax.

Breathing harder,
The singer holds onto the tune,
Lingering over the last notes
And kissing away
My sentimental mood.

Senses

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I love to get up in
The early morning and watch
The new day begin as the
Sun sends its first brilliant
Rays out to brighten the sky
And the bush slowly wakes
Refreshed from its peaceful slumber.

I love to hear the sound of
Thunder rumbling across the sky
As dark storm clouds build
Their strength and send angry
Flashes of lightning while they
Argue with each other about
Who is right or wrong.

I love to feel the rain on
On my and face and listen to it
Drumming on the roof as it
Washes away my tears and
Cleans my soul and quenches
My thirst and allows me to
Start growing once again.

I love to feel the sand between
My toes as the waves roll in
Relentlessly from far away to
Arrive in a spray of excitement
Before quietly ebbing away
And leaving me to wander the
Dunes on my own once again.

I love to stand on the
Open plains under a wide
Blue western sky and feel
The space and freedom that
Surrounds me with its endless
Horizon and shared history
That beckons like an old friend.

I love to climb the highest
Mountains and rise far above
The tree line to the delicate alpine
Pastures where the crisp air
Sears my lungs and the
Ancient pathways guide my
Wandering feet back to you.

Self portrait

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I am me,
You can take me as I am,
Or how you want me to be,
But still, at the end of the day,
No matter how you might dress me up,
Or reinterpret the words I make,
I am still me.
‘Who are you then?’ I hear you asking,
And in the wise words of Alias,
‘That’s a good question’.
No, I’m not here to count beans,
Or to make up the numbers,
Or to sell you anything,
Or to be your plaything,
Or to be somebody,
Or to be everybody,
Or to make you laugh,
Or to make you cry,
Or be the centre of the universe,
No, I am flying in my own orbit,
Out there among the stars
Drifting among the galaxies,
Searching for some sign of life,
Someone who can see that
I am just me,
Wild me,
Playful me,
Soft me,
Hard to understand
And even harder to hold me.
Sometimes, I’m not even sure
If I am me, but
Then I look in the mirror
And it’s me looking back,
So I guess that is who I am.