These are the words of another Dick Gaughan Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on whirring wings Among the blooming heather Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright as I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountain The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountain Through lofty groves the cushat roves The path of man to shun it The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush The spreading thorn the linnet Thus every kind their pleasure find The savage and the tender Some social join and leagues combine Some solitary wander Avaunt! Away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry The fluttering, gory pinion But Peggy dear the evening's clear Thick flies the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the fields in view  All fading green and yellow Come let us stray ...

  Now you're telling me,  you're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it Once upon a time there was a lot of gaiety in William's life Most his days were frolic and bright But those days were gone Now he was a man of old age with a heart filled with cynicism He used to be optimistic But the rough paths life had taken him on had made him cynical He used to love and be loved Laugh and be laughed at Drink and be drunk with Teach and be taught He used to do everything that a human soul needed to be spirited and nourished However these days he'd scorn and be scorned at His soul he had sold Though it was not too late for change He wanted to be frolic again So his medicine was to dwell on nostalgic feelings and tunes of the good old times And that he did until the day he died

 Once upon a time there was Melanie  Her gait was secure  Her poems were true  Her grandeur was bright  Her skill was shocking  She flooded every room she entered with sunlight  She was nordic noble  She turned every annoyance into joy  She bent the rainbow  She wanted to turn around on the shot run  She pushed throught all tides  She passed away  Life is not fair.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year... Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears. As it is, each good piece of music out there has it's best part. And as it was, Ahab found this part with the fish bowl to be the best part of a particular chanson. It made him think of his mate Moby, who happened to be a big fish. Or well, a big fish was a rather vague description of something as mysterious as Moby. Cetacea in the suborder of Whippomorpha in the order Artidactyla in the class of Mammalia in the phylum of Chordata and lastly in the kingdom of Animalia . That he was, Moby. But you see, Moby was not just a big fish. Not just a giant mammal. He also possessed the soul of his long-passed friend, a human friend that had left the Earth way too young, Nohel. To Ahab, Nohel had not just been a friend. Nohel had been the only friend Ahab ever had. Nohel was Ahabs better half. Nohel's death was tragic. Dea...

Once upon a time there was a young woman named Sophie. She didn't consider her exterior as very pretty for she had crooked teeth, thin and oily hair, chubby cheeks, scars on her face, a flat chest, muscular arms, thick-skinned fingers, giant feet and short, hairy legs. In addition to those aesthetic features she couldn't help farting all the while which kept both friends and enemies at a distance. It just so happened that she realized there was nothing she could do to change her appearance thus did she decide to become sophisticated. At first, she had to teach herself to read. And once she had acquired the skill of reading she read some Tolstoy who taught her the skill of patience, after all was he a man of many words. Through the works of Austen Sophie learned what it meant to be an accomplished woman. Not only reading books seemed to be of importance but also being able to read music. So she learned to read sheet music and to play the piano. She also learned to play se...

Once upon a time there was a sailor named Flynn who said this much: When I was a young boy I wanted to sail around the world That's the life for me, living on the sea Spirit of a sailor, circumnavigates the globe The lust of a pioneer, will acknowledge no frontier I remember you by, thunderclap in the sky Lightning flash, tempers flare, 'round the horn if you dare I just spent six months in a leaky boat Lucky just to keep afloat Aotearoa, rugged individual Glisten like a pearl, at the bottom of the world The tyranny of distance, didn't stop the cavalier So why should it stop me, I'll conquer and stay free Ah c'mon all you lads, let's forget and forgive There's a world to explore, tales to tell back on shore I just spent six months in a leaky boat Six months in a leaky boat Ship-wrecked love can be cruel Don't be fooled by her kind There's a wind in my sails Will protect and prevail I just spen...

Someone once told Ayako that music can influence ones mood and create internal experiences such as sadness or joy without any preceding events or reasons for those emotions but the music itself. She listened to a Tracy Chapaman CD while outside the rain was pouring and heavyhearted is how she felt. " If he wants the chances that you took from him and nothing that you own Then there be no place to run to There'll be no place to run And if he finds himself to be A reflection of us all Bang bang bang He'll shoot us down " Was it solely the sad song that made her heart weigh a thousand pounds? Or was it because of an unconscious sphere in her brain that became conscious that very moment when she got a vivid piece of memory of the very first time she heard that Tracy Chapman song several decades ago? Silly sadness overcame her when she thought of that one car ride half a century ago when Radio Nostalgia was playing on the old poor quality car...