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“Dancing to the End of Love” Singing of the joy Dancing to the love To be here with you sweetheart Giving voice to that One Dove The palette of beauty Italianate fair Conversation so cutesy As they all move the air Soft sweet sounds But be under no illusion Both laughter and tears abound For there’s no foregone conclusion Beauty in the blackness Music in blinding white You cast your spell upon us We all came out for the night Legend of Rock n Roll, dance with our dreams To the sound of the caressed tambourine Legend with the 12-string, that does ring so clean To the dancing beauty who looks so serene Summon me the spirit of the folk heroine Your Eastern strings hold in trance all who hear Your gentle voice gives life to those sweet words Your song crosses the ocean for me, my sweet dear Triptych of the master Acoustic plucked like heart’s own strings Every mood is on his palette Of great love and broken hearts he sings . . . Jason, Poet March 2023 Thank you to Lisa & Jason, Helga, Lance, Frank, Laura, Manus, John & Di Cullen, Chris Mansell & Paul McGloan, Brenda, Simon Joslin, Kat Black & Mr White, Terry O’Brien, John Stephens, Simon Watt, Ella, Erika, Keith Willson, for all their wonderful performances.
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Hosted by Jason: Night of the Bright Black Stars Sing me the tale of the black pearl blues Sell your soul to the Devil one last time Sing me the tale of Mr Smith A banquette laid before us with fine fayre and wine Sing me the tale of music from the village hall Picture these songs adorning the walls Sing me a tale of another open night Music pouring forth like water falls Sing me the tale of how I told you that I love you Lay your head upon the pillow beside me Sing to us your delicate spoken word As Irish hearts beat so strongly within thee Sing me the tale of New York Celtic mist Remembering those guitar gods, the Pentangle greats Sing to me of the helpless and the hoping Just for a while before it’s too late Sing of the sea shanty and the Penny whistle Folk tunes to the Devil to rise from the dead Sing of the white lines and the Honky Tonk Women And lead the ensemble through 12 glorious bars to our beds Sing of the judge, the jury and the executioner The Mississippi Delta and that National guitar Sing of the benefit of the doubt for all races Do we still immerse them in the feather and the tar? Sing of the outlaw named Billy The Kid And the tale of the evil deeds that he did But the blues still suffered in the voice of Holiday And so our final performer sent us all on our way . . . Jason, Poet, February 2023 Thank you to Lance, Colin, Brenda, Frank, Laura, Michael Watts, Terry & Natasha, Chris Mansell, John Stephens, Milton Hide, Bob Melrose, Erica Olson, Ian Chisholm, and Lisa & Jason, for all the wonderful performances. |
