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Written by David Larson aka, David, Purveyor of Tunes,
Palm Harbor
Written by Michael G. Batcho
Written by Jo Calvert.
And here you played
Not on scratchy vinyl,
But a new CD.
It sounded as good as ever
And it fulfilled a need
To hear something pure and simple
To re-live goodness and fun
To want to see 'a baby day'
Sing along with my girls in the car.
So another generation loves you
Singing 'Poor little hairy kids',
'I don't eat animals' too
No more to say now but
'Melanie, God bless you! '
Written by Paul Whitehead August 14th 2002
30 years have passed,
30 summers and sun,
30 winters blitzing us with cold,
30 candles in the rain,
since I first heard Melanie
singing from across the Atlantic
across the Atlantic Ocean,
calling, calling to us,
from vinyl disk and audio tape.
In late winter of 1972 she sang
The Citiest People
in a car on the M1 motorway
as I was heading south to London -
Big city and lost soul -
sang to me from a cassette machine
and sang of candles in the rain,
of Ruby Tuesday
and Carolina In My Mind.
The day was cold, the sky steel grey,
When a pretty girl opened her heart
To us all in that car,
Sang her songs to us,
And sent us on our way with memories.
Written by Chris K Constant.
When I wake up in the morning, I quickly fly out of bed.
I put on the stereo, a voice is singing in my head.
Singing within her soul, and her knees,
She strikes my head, and my mind.
I begin my day once again.
Her precious being, brilliant voice,
And lyric once again is lifting my spirit,
Higher, and higher again.
I keep moving, and moving,
Following the great path to a beautiful life once again!
Melanie, you keep me going,
And moving, and living my life, today, once again.
The lady Melanie is singing again, she's singing again.
I have found her she's an angel,
Keeps me moving again and again.
She is singing she is flying and she's going right up to the sky.
I'm following her through her song,
She is keeping me alive through her song,
I'm dancing,
I'm living,
I'm crying,
I'm singing,
I'm laughing,
I'm loving,
I'm alive!
Thanks to you once again,
Thanks to you once again,
What else is there in life except to hear Melanie sing again and again.
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When She Sings |
© 1998 by Jack Veasey |
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(A Song For Melanie) |
Her heart is full of shadows
but her voice is full of light
She speaks about the way I feel
and always gets it right
She seems to know the secrets
that I nurture in the night
and she takes me from my deepest dark
to scale my brightest height
when she sings
when she sings
when she sings
She navigates the distance
from a whisper to a wail
She knows the joy of winning
and the heartache when you fail
She keeps her sense of humor
even when she's feeling frail
And she looks beyond the footlights
as she searches for the Grail
when she sings
when she sings
when she sings
She says the words
She sings the tune
Warm as the sun
Kind as the moon
She knows good times
are coming soon
and so we sing along
until we see it too
Everyone her song has touched
in some way is her child
Everyone who's listened well
is helplessly beguiled
Every mouth has sung along
and every mouth has smiled
She is so much a woman
and she is so much a child
when she sings
when she singe
when she sings
She changed my life so long ago
though we had never met
She sang about a shining world
that I had not seen yet
She reached me in my loneliness
and that I won't forget
And as the record plays today
I still sing my duet
when she sings
when she sings
when she sings
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The Best Parts of You There’s a part of my soul that answers to you ‘Cos I was lost I was broken I was living a young life And I was lost I was broken Ready to end it But your voice called to me There I was lost I was broken You know I’ve faced some terrible days And now I’ve seen you There’s a part of my soul that answers to you ‘Cos I was lost I was broken
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I wrote this song for Melanie when she came out with "Freedom". It's a song about wondering why I still enjoy her music and concert's so much - then I realized like the back of the "Photograph" album - "The Eyes Have It". Please refrain from using my name and/or email. Thanks. John
The Eyes Have It (Melanie's Song)
JUST ME AND YOU
by Daiquan CopelandCome see me if you can, I'll around day and night.
I'll be there never forget me, just remember me.
Always and forever, just me and you.
This is our world, never having problems, never be sad and blue, never turning
red, happy all the time,
we can fight the world, just me and you.
Make them all look around, see you they see me, up and sown it's our time
around, your problem is my problem.
We stand together, my heart is yours you can have it all just ask and I'll do.
No man or woman or anything will come between us.
Even in the darkest nights, I will love you 4 life.
No matter what just me and you, bad times, just me and you, rainy nights, just
me and you,
Mr. and Mrs. One Love
Me and You
I remembered Melanie on the Carnegie Hall album saying something like "I wrote songs and hoped I sounded like Joan Baez and maybe someday there will be other girls who will write songs and play the guitar and hope she sounds like Melanie". I make no comparison of this to Melanie, except insofar as it reflects my philosophy and my relationship with my daughter and these reflect so much the words Melanie writes.
Written for my daughter, as she left for Turkey at age 19 (USAF) ~ a daughter raised on Melanie ...
Click here --Momma's Heart By: Nikki Holmes
I saw Melanie before I really heard her. I was living in the Middle East (I've only been in UK for ten years) and hitched with friends to Woodstock, where I first saw her. A few years later, more affluent, I flew to London for a party held by a friend in Slough, where I first really heard her.
I put on an autobiographic exhibition, last year, called "The Melanie Pieces" -- 100 fragments of text and image. The text is here.
Felix Grant
I was a lovin' baby girl, mommy, daddy well I had them, just didn't know exactly where they were. Thirteen and a first born. I needed an older sister. You know, one to clear the path.
There she was. Someone to make all of those mistakes before I would. Someone who wouldn't say I told you so. There are no warning words that you'll listen to.
I've been blue, so blue. Blue as in cerulean. I now know, through the birth of my own children my first born a "Melanie" of 16. We all find our own way.
My only hope is that know matter how we choose to get there, what paths we take or stumble on, that one day we will all be together, with all of our differences, besides us.
