We hit words to and fro,
employing power and back-swing,
serve and volley,
determined, each, to score points off the other.
We both started out with Love
but now it’s six-two, six-three
and the neighbours are complaining
about the racquet.
Oscar Milde
Valentine - Tony Bradley
My beautiful Valentine, all life now has reason
this was destined, from the day of my birth
the sight of you has set my soul on fire
never has such beauty graced this Earth.
Never could you love me, such barriers between us
born different times, and places, worlds apart
but you're in my heart, and I'm going to love you
the rest of my days, with all my heart.
Tony Bradley
this was destined, from the day of my birth
the sight of you has set my soul on fire
never has such beauty graced this Earth.
Never could you love me, such barriers between us
born different times, and places, worlds apart
but you're in my heart, and I'm going to love you
the rest of my days, with all my heart.
Tony Bradley
No Strings Attached - Lyndon Queripel
Is there anyone else
Besides myself
Just living in hope
Who'd like to know
When you've reached
The end of your rope
Where is there
Left to go?
Lyndon Queripel
Besides myself
Just living in hope
Who'd like to know
When you've reached
The end of your rope
Where is there
Left to go?
Lyndon Queripel
No Smoke Without Fire - Joan Etoile
Some people burn with indignation
While others do it without consideration
Creating bonfires almost all the time
Ignoring the wind and washing lines
Setting fire to tyres and fridges
Yes people know how to burn their bridges
With all the neighbours and other folk
They watch their friendships go up in smoke
Now deputies have got all fired up
Some want the pyromania stopped
But others want a free for all
To turn Guernsey into a fireball
To justify all this hot air
They've invented a pollution scare
The waste strategy's hidden agenda
To stop us combusting all our timber
If the amendments come into law
Let's save up all our plastic doors
To burn 'em legal on a fine weekday
This coming Easter on Good Friday!
Joan Etoile
While others do it without consideration
Creating bonfires almost all the time
Ignoring the wind and washing lines
Setting fire to tyres and fridges
Yes people know how to burn their bridges
With all the neighbours and other folk
They watch their friendships go up in smoke
Now deputies have got all fired up
Some want the pyromania stopped
But others want a free for all
To turn Guernsey into a fireball
To justify all this hot air
They've invented a pollution scare
The waste strategy's hidden agenda
To stop us combusting all our timber
If the amendments come into law
Let's save up all our plastic doors
To burn 'em legal on a fine weekday
This coming Easter on Good Friday!
Joan Etoile
Farewell - Ian Duquemin
"I'll not come to your room" she said
"I'll not come through your door
I'll not be made a fool again
Or treated like a whore"
Said I "But I do love you and if you should come to me
I'll hold you tightly in my arms and treat you tenderly"
"I'll not lay in your bed" said she
"I shall not comfort thee
No longer will I wake with you
Alone then you shall be"
Said I "But in the morning I shall whisper in your ear
And tell you all the lovely things that you have longed to hear"
"I'll not believe a word" she said
"You'll use me as before
And come the morning with the sun
Not want me anymore"
Said I "Tomorrow my ship sails and I may not return
Of all the women left behind it's you that I shall yearn"
"I'll say farewell to you" said she
"And leave you with this kiss
So over seas and under stars
You can then reminisce"
Ian Duquemin
"I'll not come through your door
I'll not be made a fool again
Or treated like a whore"
Said I "But I do love you and if you should come to me
I'll hold you tightly in my arms and treat you tenderly"
"I'll not lay in your bed" said she
"I shall not comfort thee
No longer will I wake with you
Alone then you shall be"
Said I "But in the morning I shall whisper in your ear
And tell you all the lovely things that you have longed to hear"
"I'll not believe a word" she said
"You'll use me as before
And come the morning with the sun
Not want me anymore"
Said I "Tomorrow my ship sails and I may not return
Of all the women left behind it's you that I shall yearn"
"I'll say farewell to you" said she
"And leave you with this kiss
So over seas and under stars
You can then reminisce"
Ian Duquemin
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