John Miles Foley Quotes

People always rushing round,
makin' time to fuss and to worry.
Get your feet back on the ground,
it's no good to live in a hurry.
Take it easy on your mind,
no one wants to get behind.
Think about it, you will find
time is on your side, slow down.
(Can't slow down)

As it was in the beginning
it will be until the end.
Your money buys you people
but it will not buy you friends.
Your life is an illusion
so live it day by day.
Just draw your own conclusion
It's gonna happen anyway

This is my song for you.
Thoughts of winter, dreams of sunshine.
Nothing that I can do
changes how I feel in my mind.
This is my song for you.
Times I hope you will remember.
Things that were meant for two,
here in my heart, here in my song for you.

Lady of my life,
won't you comfort me tonight,
when the troubles of the world are on my shoulders?
Lady, make it right,
please don't fuss or fight,
I need some peace now I'm a little older.
Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life,
lady, lady, lady, lady of my life,
stay with me tonight.

Sitting in your easy chair
looking at the wall,
thinking of the things that might've been.
And as you wish your life away
with dreams of mystic gold,
imagine all the things you could've seen,
imagine all the things you could've seen.
Looking out the window
staring at the rain,
Wonder if the sun will ever shine?
And if you only realised
that life won't pass you by,
the only thing that's passing is your time.
The only thing that's passing is your time.
Oh no!
Oh no! No!

It's not over, no, it's not over yet.
Yeah, we'll put all this pain behind us,
recover and start again, come on.
It's not over, no, it's not over yet.
Sweet forgiving rain, wash away my shame,
let the clouds roll by
and reveal a brighter day. Yeah.

When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
You can't run and hide from the world outside
and you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin:
it multiplies the pain.
When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
As time goes by and tears run dry
and hope appears in place of fears
it takes away the pain.

You're on your own, back on the street,
out in the cold you feel the heat.
One way ticket to nowhere at your feet.
Take what you need, a word to the wise:
only the weak need alibis.
Stakes are too high, zero again,
no second chances at the end.
Run, tell me where you're gonna run to?
Run, oh, oh, oh where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run?

I never saw what was coming down.
(What goes around, comes around.)
My heart just shattered in pieces on the ground.
(What goes around, comes around.)
Twist an old cliché
till the words ring true.
What you do to someone,
it can happen to you.
Cause we're all links
in this human chain,
just the cause and effect
of so much passion and pain.

Days may come and days may go.
Funny how the children grow so fast.
Nothing can last.
Always try, and try we will.
Nothing ever standing still for long.
Is it all wrong?
Time: tell me where you've flown.
Wind, where have you blown?
Taking us along,
and changing as you go
everything we know,
like the rivers flow.
What have we to show?
Ready to spread your wings and fly away.

No hard feelings, no tears, no pain.
No hard feelings, no fears remain.
I could see you slowly drifting away
like a vision into the wall
but I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.
No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes.
No hard feelings, too old and wise.
"And what happened to forever?", they say,
"A lifetime seems so small."
But I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.

I started working on an old song for Rosie.
My mind was only halfway there.
She came to my house and you know what she told me,
slow dancin' in my easy chair...?
I always knew one thing could lead to another,
it didn't mean a thing, but now that it's over...?
I took a chance. I thought you'd never discover...,
Oh why, I'll never know. Now you say you're letting me go.
I'll never do it again, that's the last time.
Don't shake your head. Say that you believe me?
I'll never do it again. Oh what a fool I am.
Don't walk away, let me tell you something...

To put it most simply, the oral traditional idiom persisted because—even in a written incarnation—it offered the only avenue to the immanent poetic tradition, the invisible but ever-present aesthetic context for all of the poems.

The default designation of poetry has become written poetry. That's why we have to prefix the adjective "oral," because the unmodified noun no longer covers anything but written poetry. That's also why we resort to other unwieldy phrases to pigeonhole events and phenomena that our cultural proclivities have silently eliminated from consideration. Thus a "poetry reading" describes a performance (from a published text, of course) before a well-behaved, often academic audience. Thus "spoken-word poetry"—so redundant from a historical perspective—identifies voiced verbal art, verse that is lifted off the page and into the world of presence and experience.

Could a feeling be so wrong?
Why I left you for so long.
Home. Though I miss you more each day
there was nothing you could say,
I had to go my way:
show them I was older now
and not some toy that they could play with.
Tell me how everything I need today is?
Lost, only traces on faces
that won't remember me now.
Yes I'm going back there somehow.
Lost where my memory waits for me.
Home is where I belong