Lovey  lovely song Goonie one.

I cannot say whats wrong with the chords. Why? Cos i dont know enough about them .

BUT,  how Just by playing  someones chords to songs can others get the melody the song
writer had in there heads.  Maybe im just a complete eejit. LOL.

Ah well I love the lyrics. Hope to hear the recording.

  Old Doll.

Hi Jets,

Lovely song as always. From a womans view. Growing up takes a lot of understanding.

Wonderful most of the time. Mind bending some of the time. Frustrating a little of the time.

But life is life , We makes the choices that gives us the life we have.
Im positive you and your wife have equipted her well.

I hope your girl has a real real good life. Best wishes to her.

Old Doll.

Finally got to listen James.

Well done i enjoyed it also. The lyrics are so good.

Thank You.

Slán

Old Doll.

Lovely Jets,

Most parents will remember these nights.

It seems like a lifetime away now to me.  My babies, how i loved those days.

Old Doll.

I cannot get your song up on myspace.

Ill try again tomorrow. Boo Hoo.

Old Doll.

Hey Topdown!

have you more space for shoes/ handbags and paintings. 

No! Oh allright then, i guess they dont have the same appeal.

Old Doll.

Marcalan,

I have to agree, There is no policital Correctness in being down and out.
Hunger and survival is a daily prayer for some. We also have it here.

I do feel Americans are not blind to this. There good at calling a spade a spade. Well the ones i know here on chordie are not afraid to speak out.

Its a well written song with pride for your land and people. Never any shame in thoses feelings.

Dia Linn to you and all who share your homeland.

Old Doll.

Lovely as always Phil.

It does remind me somewhat of Angelinas Soul.  Written here Sometime ago now. By Marcalan.

It was also about soul mates. I have also listened to the recording.

You sure dont waste time lad.

Well done good song.

Old Doll.

Good Morning Rock Doc,

Heres a poem  for you from the wonderful  Mr Poe.

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Warm Hugs to you Docs

From the Emerald,

Old Doll.

Daddycool,

Your an ole softee. Is it any wonder your together so long,

when you write and tell her how you feel. I Love  songs from the heart.

Well done .

Old Doll.

So Very well done Jerome,

I had never heard of Mann Gulch. I Googled it. I had a ariel view of the place. It looks such a pretty place,
I also learned that Rufus Robison, and Earl Cooley were the first 2 smoke jumpers. I then read your piece again.

I actually felt scared for them, maybe because i seen my own sister being burned in a fire many moons ago as kids.

She survived Thank God.     I have learned a lot from your piece. So thank you!

Your Dad  and all of those men would be so proud of your work here.

You did them proud.

Old Doll.