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)

I was blinded. Yes, I was blinded,
and the tender touch that said so much doesn't need me now.
I was blinded, how I was blinded.
When I think about how far I've got to fall
it won't help that I was blinded by it all.

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.

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

Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill.
For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill.
If I cry for help, would you hear my call?
If I stumble now, would you let me fall?
Won't you give me a hand,
try to understand
that I'm a stranger in the city?
Stuck inside these streets it's like a human traffic jam.
People walk right over me, now they don't give a damn.
If I ask for death, would you give me a gun?
If I took your hand, would you turn and run?
Won't you pity me, just try to see
that I'm a stranger in the city?

Hold on, it'll take a while.
You can't always be so juvenile.
Hold on while the love we had
loses nothing, could be half as bad.
Waiting for the right time.
You never showed me one sign.
Give me your lifeline,
but don't you give me your sympathy.

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.

He really does shine
for the ladies with painted faces.
He spends his time being seen
in all the right places.
You only get to know him nearly,
there can't be anyone who knows him really.
He's doing so well
and there's no one to tell you but Glamour Boy.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Another night over.
The new day begins.
Remembering the dreams
that you left your love in,
and you wonder,
can you face another day,
one more day without love?