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    You see yourself as a child and it brings you to tears.


    Rebirth – The Dogwood flower is a symbol of rebirth and resurrection.
    This symbolic meaning was derived from the association of this flower
    to Jesus Christ and resurrection of Jesus Christ. ...
    Purity – The Dogwood flower is also a symbol of purity, mainly because
    this flower is linked to ChristianityThis song was used in This is England 88 and also Normal people.
    Listen here to Fionn Regan sing his song,
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAWW-Jsnr94
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    "Crossing Muddy Waters" from the 2000 album of the same name by John Hiatt.

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    Quote Originally Posted by LimousinLil View Post
    And, as a matter of general interest, in that I am still facing a bit of a challenge with Internet availability in the house until Friday, when it renews for the coming month, this is where I have to go to get a signal on the smartphone; up to the top of the hill (5 minutes in the car and probably 15 minutes to walk - I've been using the car!)

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    Stunning view, though.
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    Well, here following such deep and strongly delivered instant classics of uke playing, I come along with this. Over-produced and grating, it's about family and it's called Banjo Odyssey.

    If you think about this story, the parralels to Homer's character are profound.

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    "einstein's day" by mission of burma

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    And Good Morning & etc. fellow Seasonistas! Thanks so much to Rob, Marc, Joko and Lynda, whose songs came in "overnight". Please keep the songs coming today ... we need more relatives and more Einstein! And more photos ... where are all your relations? X
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    Oh ... and a photo! This is me in the garden with my Dad at about two, clutching my favourite teddy, from which I could not be parted ... until, that is, we moved when I was four and he disappeared, never to be seen again. (I have no idea how I overcame this trauma ... I think I have "blanked" it!)

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    Staying in Manchester again, this is the first Oasis song I've done I think, and it's one of my favourites.



    P.S, got very distressed reading the above until I realised the sudden disappearance was the teddy bear, not your father Val. At least i hope that's the case!
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    P.S, got very distressed reading the above until I realised the sudden disappearance was the teddy bear, not your father Val. At least i hope that's the case![/QUOTE]

    Oh, that's kind of you, Ryan! NO, it was my teddy ... my Dad was very much present in my childhood!
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    I know you will let me slip this one in Val. There is a reference to " Kinfolks" in the poignant final verse. First heard Dave Bromberg sing this. Written by Paul Siebel who adapted it from a poem by Willa Cather. I've included the lyrics because they are simple, elegant and powerful.
    Those other years, those dusty years
    When we drove the big herds through
    I tried to forget the miles we rode
    And Spanish Johnny, you!
    He'd sit beside a water ditch
    When all his herd was in
    He'd never harm a child
    But sing to his mandolin
    He sang the old songs, the old talk
    And the dealin' of our games
    Spanish Johnny seldom spoke
    But sang songs of Spain
    And his talk with men was vicious talk
    When he was drunk on gin
    But those were golden things he said
    To his mandolin
    We had to stand, we had to judge
    We had to stop him then
    See those hands so gentle to a child
    Had killed so many men
    He died a hard death long ago
    Before the roads came in
    And the night before he swung
    He sang to his mandolin
    We carried him out in the morning light
    The man who done no good
    Laid him down in a cold, cold clay
    Stuck in a cross of wood
    And a letter we wrote to his kinfolks
    To tell'em where he'd been
    We shipped it on down to Mexico
    Along with the mandolin

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