"What is love?", you ask
My head spins, recallin' every song
Story, words, and glorious things I ever heard
Every cliché rings in my ears
Like a bell announcin' the birth of a new day
Or the death of yesterday
Depends on how you hear it
I haven't a clue
So I ask love, "What are you?"
Love replies
Can't you feel me? I'm here
I'm the one holdin' your hand, remindin' you not to forget me
I'm the warm feelin' in your belly when you don't know why
I'm the ache to the core when one
Someone sways to the other side of a vibe
I'm the tingle on your skin when it's
Touched by the tip of a thrill you can rely on
The knowing, when your eyes meet eyes that recognize yours
And hold you, loose enough to move freely
But tight enough to never let you fall
I'm the breath you take in and let all the way out to the end
When you're held and your shoulders drop into arms
You flop that feel like a blanket of truth
And wrap you and sooth you
To the moon you thought was in the sky
I'm the backbone that holds it all together
The vertebrae stacked on top of each other
When it's all gone pear shaped and wrong
I'm the bitin' on your lip keepin' it zipped
Swallowin' words that could wound and rip apart
I'm choosin' kindness over bein' right
I'm the fight in you when you don't know how
The life in you when it's gone right out
I'm life when I'm near, hope without fear
I'm nothin' fancy in a world drippin' in gold
But a beautiful jewel never bought, never sold
And when you open your heart and let me in alone
You'll know who I am, because I feel like home
Imelda May
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Poet Scarlett Sabet said in school she was a "geek"
Today she is with the cool creative kids!
Ronnie Wood, guitarist for the Rolling Stones, and his wife producer Sally.
Tommy Henriksen, member of The Hollywood Vampires
Boyfriend Led Zeppelin Founder Jimmy Page.
Sandra Beck wife of the late Jeff Beck.
Actor and Musician Johnny Depp
Slim Jim Phantom, Stray Cats drummer
Imelda May, singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist
Photo: Scarlett Z Sabet Instagram stories
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"You don’t get to be racist and Irish
You don’t get to be proud of your heritage,
plights and fights for freedom
while kneeling on the neck of another!
You’re not entitled to sing songs
of heroes and martyrs
mothers and fathers who cried
as they starved in a famine
Or of brave hearted
soft spoken
poets and artists
lined up in a yard
blindfolded and bound
Waiting for Godot
and point blank to sound
We emigrated
We immigrated
We took refuge
So cannot refuse
When it’s our time
To return the favour
Land stolen
Spirits broken
Bodies crushed and swollen
unholy tokens of Christ, Nailed to a tree
(That) You hang around your neck
Like a noose of the free
Our colour pasty
Our accents thick
Hands like shovels
from mortar and bricklaying
foundation of cities
you now stand upon
Our suffering seeps from every stone
your opportunities arise from
Outstanding on the shoulders
of our forefathers and foremother’s
who bore your mother’s mother
Our music is for the righteous
Our joys have been earned
Well deserved and serve
to remind us to remember
More Blacks
More Dogs
More Irish.
Still labelled leprechauns, Micks, Paddy’s,
louts
we’re shouting to tell you
our land, our laws
are progressively out there
We’re in a chrysalis
state of emerging into a new
and more beautiful Eire/era
40 Shades Better
Unanimous in our rainbow vote
we’ve found our stereotypical pot of gold
and my God it’s good.
So join us.. 'cause
You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish."
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Imelda May - Should've Been You (Official Video)
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