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And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

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• Changes | David Bowie
  

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• China Girl | David Bowie
  

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• Sacred Love | Sting
  
  
  LYRICS.
  Take off those working clothes
  Put on these high heeled shoes
  Don’t want no preacher on the TV baby
  Don’t want to hear the news
  
  Shut out the world behind us
  Put on your long black dress
  No one’s ever gonna find us here
  Just leave your hair in a mess
  I’ve been searching long enough
  I begged the moon and the stars above
  For sacred love
  
  I’ve been up, I’ve been down
  I’ve been lonesome, in this godless town
  You’re my religion, you’re my church
  You’re the holy grail at the end of my search
  Have I been down on my knees for long enough?
  I’ve been searching the planet to find
  Sacred love
  
  The spirit moves on the water
  She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter
  She’s rising up like a river in flood
  The word got made into flesh and blood
  The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook
  Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book
  Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal
  Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real
  So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies
  When I looked up could I trust my eyes?
  All the saints and angels and the stars up above
  They all bowed down to the flower of creation
  Every man every woman
  Every race every nation
  It all comes down to this
  Sacred love
  
  Don’t need no doctor, don’t need no pills
  I got a cure for the country’s ills
  Here she comes like a river in flood
  The word got made into flesh and blood
  Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill
  But if you don’t love her your best friend will
  
  All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above
  It all comes down, it all comes down
  It all comes down to love,
  
  Take off your working clothes
  Put on your long black dress
  And your high heeled shoes
  Just leave your hair in a mess
  
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout religion
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout the things that we believe
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout the Bible
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout Adam and Eve
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout the garden
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout forbidden fruit
  I’ve been thinking ‘bout a man and his wife
  
  I been thinking ‘bout, thinking ‘bout
  Sacred love, sacred love…

for a certain bearded gentleman currently making the news...

Jeff wrote:

thought it needed to be posted again today.

GO JACK! Ontario, do NOT let this country down.

Canadian_watcher wrote: thought it needed to be posted again today.

My five-year old keeps singing "Let's put this puzzle together, together -"

Just popped in to post this:

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My many thanks to those of you who freely give information about the times and lyrics and performers and song writers whose videos are prevalent at RI. I know nothing more than what can be found by way of the simplest searches by which I mean a special thanks to streeb for mentioning allmusic.com, and this memorable page. I don't think I'd ever heard of Walker or the sound of his voice, which it happened I relaxed with.

...but, how does Ian Whitcomb come into play with the singer, Scott Walker? Oh yeah, it's gotta be the big hair!

New Potato Caboose . I (too) believe music wins for the many of us who have heart and ears.
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• La Valse à Mille Temps | Jacques Brel
  — LIVE 1963
  
  
  LYRICS.
  Spinning fast, a piece of my past,
  Calls me to wonder at where I have been,
  The good and the bad and the bold and the nature of sin,
  Up and down, and in and out,
  Forty years dust that has gathered about,
  The pieces of youth that we scattered around,
  When we danced the Carousel Waltz.
  
  A drink or two, a game of tag,
  Catch a partner and join in the dance,
  All of your dreams can come true if you just take a chance,
  Don’t question love, don’t ask around,
  Grab the brass ring from the hand of the clown,
  The faster you whirl, the sooner around,
  When you dance the Carousel Waltz.
  
  All of the carousel sweethearts,
  And all of the carousel clowns,
  Mirrored in merry confusion,
  Pretending it’s love that we’ve found,
  The years come and go with a whisper,
  The calliope drowns out the age,
  We glow and we fade in the roles that we’ve made,
  ‘Til there’s nothing but ghosts on the stage.
  
  Now we’re forcing rhymes, of simpler times,
  The paint on the ponies is fading away,
  The red and the green and the blue go the same shade of gray,
  Monochrome image of colored events,
  Recollections of times that we spent,
  The miracles came and the miracles went,
  While we danced the Carousel Waltz.
  
  The miracles came and the miracles went,
  While we danced the Carousel Waltz.

Professional liars, y'know what I'm sayin?....