Miss Ya.......*P

[R@nt in E Minor]

I'm sorry.....but i gotta say HEY to Kirsty Mc'coll.........RIP..........*G....Miss Ya

[Blanca]

Rant when did she die, and of what???

[past7]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

Check this out.....kinda touching I thought
http://www.iag.net/~akoustic/kirsty/guestbook.html

[Më£ïñÐa]

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]

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.