When Smokey sings.
Oh Baby Baby.
Tracks of my tears.
Being with you.
DEMOCRACY: The Tyranny of the Uninformed.
New York: The Big Apple.
New Orleans: The Big Easy.
Belfast: The Big Bap.
Best of Joe Cocker.
Darlin’ be home soon.
You are so beautiful.
The Moon’s a harsh mistress.
Do I still figure in your life?
What do you call a drummer whose girlfriend leaves him?
And that inverted Bowl they call the sky,
Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help- for It as impotently moves
as you and I.
”I believed in the Good Book, Jesus… until I read between the lines”
LAURA NYRO. (Stoney End)