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It's Been 7 hours and 15 days It's Been 7 hours and 15 days
Since you took your funk away I went out almost every night and couldn't sleep all day When you bought your funk this way. You can play whatever you want Wherever you choose But for 21 nights in London You proved that No-one compares No, no-one compares 2U Thanks Prince for the greatest series of concerts and aftershows ever. Orders, I know the lyric is 13 days, but I missed that one. | |
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andymacfunky said: It's Been 7 hours and 15 days
Since you took your funk away I went out almost every night and couldn't sleep all day When you bought your funk this way. You can play whatever you want Wherever you choose But for 21 nights in London You proved that No-one compares No, no-one compares 2U Thanks Prince for the greatest series of concerts and aftershows ever. Orders, I know the lyric is 13 days, but I missed that one. Didn't Sinead O'Connor sing 15 days?... You could just say it's an adaptation of that version instead. | |
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Yeah, call my name was the song I sang all the time after Prince left. | |
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aww .. that's cute | |
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Hi Andy, you're not the only one who enjoys poetry. Here is one I wrote after the 20th September concert.
For weeks now the anticipation, And developing expectation, Has made me confess, And often obsess, On thoughts of my pending elation The day comes: nothing will defeat me, Only smiling faces can greet me, The journey's a breeze, And passes with ease, Like Irish, Road Rises To Meet Me Arrival. The concert hall's buzzing, With friends old and new, shoulder rubbing, House lights are dimmer, Circulates simmer, Of breathless rev'rance for what's coming The first note sounds and we're ecstatic, For it's a sign firm and emphatic, In commanding voice, That there's but one choice: Surrender to sounds autocratic Time stands still. We've been here forever, Pond'ring this catalogue of treasures, Crowds out of focus, I only notice, The artist and I here together Returning home, there's reminiscing, On recent good times that we're missing, Back to our ritual, Things so habitual, But glancing backwards for pure blissing [Edited 10/9/07 12:43pm] | |
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