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December 19th, 2000, 10:33 PM
I'm sorry.....but i gotta say HEY to Kirsty Mc'coll.........RIP..........*G....Miss Ya

Blanca
December 20th, 2000, 12:56 AM
Rant when did she die, and of what???

past7
December 20th, 2000, 02:26 AM
A poet with The Voice of an Angel.. what beauty you left in our memories..our minds. Thankyou. (I learned tonight a friend of mine passed away earlier today also)...What perfect company he has for that final, or perhaps next, journey... sleep now..

To live in hearts we leave is not to die
-Joseph Campbell


Angel

Love's dreaming, love's sleeping,
And when it wakes again who knows the company it's keeping
I am dreaming, I am falling
And just before I hit the ground I hear you calling
There's an angel floating round my house, floating round my house
There's an angel floating round this house

Still dreaming I am flying
And far above my room I thought I heard you crying
I am calling "Come with me.
Come on in and take me by the hand.
Come give me what I understand"
There's an angel floating round my house, floating round my house
There's an angel floating round this house

Love's dreaming, love's sleeping
And when it wakes again who knows the company it's keeping
I am dreaming, I am falling
And just before I hit the ground I hear you calling
There's an angel floating round my house, floating round my house
There's an angel floating round this house

There's an angel floating round my house, floating round my heart
There's an angel floating round this house, floating round this heart
Round this head

Kirsty MacColl


[This message has been edited by past7 (edited December 19, 2000).]

past7
December 20th, 2000, 02:49 AM
I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

He buys me movies and I am the star
He sends me to work in a black shiny car
The girls in the chorus are jealous as hell
But I find it pays when you kiss and you tell
So I jetset around from one place to another
With lots of young geezers he thinks are my brothers
Britt's got her toy boys but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

The friends I once knew are a thing of the past
I can't stop to talk 'cos I'm moving too fast
I go to the shops with a chauffeur sometimes
He waits in the car 'cos it saves on the fines
Well you might think that when he's so rich that seems funny
But he got that way 'cos he's careful with money
Zsa Zsa's quite gaga but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

He won't last much longer if he keeps drinking gin
I filled up the bottle, it's not medicine
He says that he'll leave all his empire to me
And sitting on top is the best place to be
So don't get impatient now boys you must wait
We'll all have such fun when I own the estate
Britt's got her toy boys but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

Reporters all ask me if I'd ever switch
But I'd never leave him 'cos he's far too rich
You might want to punch me but you won't dare
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

There's just one thing better than an old millionaire
That's a young millionairess and I'm almost there! (*smile)

Kirsty MacColl

past7
December 20th, 2000, 05:39 AM
Blanca, she was killed on Monday whilst on holiday in Mexico. She was hit by a speedboat that was in an illegal area, as she swam with her two sons. News reports say the children were unharmed. Kirsty was 41..

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 20th, 2000, 03:28 PM
A New England


I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long
People ask me when will I grow up to understand
Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only satellites
It's wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl

My dreams were full of strange ideas
My mind was set despite the fears
But other things got in the way
I never asked that boy to stay

Once upon a time at home
I sat beside the telephone
Waiting for someone to pull me through
When at last it didn't ring, I knew it wasn't you

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl

Song by Billy Bragg....sung by Kirsty Macoll

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 20th, 2000, 03:33 PM
Fairytale Of New York
(Shane MacGowan/J. Finer)

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

She sang (without doubt) the best Christmas song ever.

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 20th, 2000, 06:32 PM
Check this out.....kinda touching I thought
http://www.iag.net/~akoustic/kirsty/guestbook.html

Më£ïñÐa
December 20th, 2000, 07:24 PM
whoooaaaaa! i know not of whom you speak,
but what wonderous words she has written,
and you say her voice is of an Angel..
and tragically she is gone....
its so sad..
ThankYou for introducing her..
i cant wait to hear her voice..

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 23rd, 2000, 03:08 PM
A Mexican man has been released on bail in connection with the death of singer/songwriter
KIRSTY MacCOLL earlier this week.

The BBC reports that Jose Cenyam, driver of a speedboat in waters off the coast of the
island of Cozumel in Mexico, was detained and later released on bail. The case is being
treated as negligent homicide, and an investigation is to be held, the attorney general?s
office confirmed.

As NME.COM revealed, Kirsty, 41, died after being hit by a speedboat on Tuesdsay
(December 19) while swimming in the waters around the island when she was on holiday
with her two sons.

past7
December 23rd, 2000, 05:26 PM
may he rot in hell *spit

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 23rd, 2000, 11:50 PM
A..........fucking. .........shame............

Hey....there is nothing left to say.......

Rant In EEE~Minor
December 24th, 2000, 12:00 AM
I may be dragging this womans death out a little but she was part of my youth......and I had a hell of a lot of admiration for her...she was a great believer in civil rights and freedom....nuff said...I leave the last words to Billy Bragg

When one voice rules the nation
Just because he's top of the pile
It doesn't mean his vision is the clearest
The voices of the people are falling on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists.
They must declare their interests, but not their company cars
Is there more to a seat in Parliament
Than sitting on your arse?

And the best of all this bad bunch are shouting to be heard
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Outside, the patient millions who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like schoolbooks, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
All we get is old men grinding axes
Who built their private fortunes on the things they can rely
The courts, the secret handshake, the stock exchange and the old school tie
For God and Queen and Country

All things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

God bless the Civil Service
The nation's saving grace
While we expect democracy
They're laughing in our face
And although our cries get louder

The laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of ideologies clashing


And there is a god????..........fuck that

*Leo the Lioness*
December 24th, 2000, 12:56 AM
yup, death happens to us all.........sometime after midnight tonight will be the 10th anniversary of my father's death.....i didnt expect it to haunt me the way it has all these years later, but here i sit, tight-throated, with tears in my eyes, remembering the circumstances of both his death and my discovering his body..........on Xmas Eve morning......the anguish is still with me; the trance i was in as they carried him past the Xmas tree.....i cant help but relive it sometimes

well, that's enough out of me.......i havent been at this board in a while and i stopped in to see if there were any cool Xmas gifs i could steal......and i got curious.......*sigh*......ah well.....

i dont know if i'll be coming back here anytime soon, so in case anyone says something after this, i probably wont see it.....just felt like releasing it somewhere and this thread seems apropo......see you guys

past7
December 24th, 2000, 02:32 AM
Days
(Raymond D. Davies)

Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I'm thinking of the days
I won't forget a single day believe me

I bless the light
I bless the light that lights on you believe me
And though you're gone
You're with me every single day believe me

Days I'll remember all my life
Days when you can't see wrong from right
You took my life
But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me
But it's alright
Now I'm not frightened of this world believe me

I wish today could be tomorrow
The night is long
It just brings sorrow let it wait

Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I'm thinking of the days
I won't forget a single day believe me

Days I'll remember all my life
Days when you can't see wrong from right
You took my life
But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me
But it's alright
Now I'm not frightened of this world believe me

Days, Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I'm thinking of the days
I won't forget a single day believe me

I bless the light
I bless the light that lights on you believe me
And though you're gone
You're with me every single day believe me

Days

past7
December 24th, 2000, 02:35 AM
http://www.iag.net/~akoustic/kirsty/pret-bw2.jpg

past7
January 15th, 2001, 01:21 AM
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