John Miles Foley Quotes

In our times of trouble
we only had ourselves.
Nobody else knows,
no one there to save us,
we had to save ourselves.
Yeah.
When the storms came through,
they found me and you
back to back together.
When the sun would shine
it was yours and mine,
yours and mine forever.

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.

Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through

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.

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.

I need your love, I need your love.
I need your love, I need your love.
Sometimes I feel lost and I don't know what you believe.
My wires get crossed, and I wonder how you could leave.
But one thing I know, I just can't go on living from day to day,
Won't you listen to me when I say,
I need your love?

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...

Just another dead end kid.
Can't believe the things I did.
Lots of pretty ladies by my side.
Take it all for Number One.
Wasted days with no harm done.
Always leave tomorrow open wide.
You took me by surprise, now my empty eyes had to realise
that my life wasn't the way I want to be.
No, I'll never change my mind, couldn't be unkind,
love is hard to find,
and I know by now I should say more,
but I have never been in love before.

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

Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry?
Good time, feeling fine.
Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine?

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.