Storybook

Mark Knopfler / Willy DeVille

Come my love I’ll tell you a tale
Of a boy and girl and their love story
And how he loved her oh so much
And all the charms she did possess
Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex
How he worshipped the ground she walked
And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel
It’s as real as the feelings I feel
This love was stronger than the powers so dark
A prince could have within his keeping
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast but only sleeping
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel
It’s as real as the feelings I feel
Now he said, “Don’t you know I love you oh so much
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?”
She said, “Don’t you know that these storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?”
Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion they rode away
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel

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One Who Lives In Wonder Dies In Wonder

From The Guardian

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When she arrived, she found Jobs surrounded by his family – “he looked into his children’s eyes as if he couldn’t unlock his gaze,” – and managing to hang on to consciousness she said.

After making it through one final night, wrote Simpson, her brother began to slip away. “His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude. He seemed to be climbing.

“But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve’s capacity for wonderment, the artist’s belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.

“Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.

“Steve’s final words were: ‘Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.'”

In The Sky

Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
You’ve been away roamin’ far away from here
Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made

Been blowin’ your horn, scarin’ the spooks
No crotchets or quavers in your books
Gone sailin’ all night, straight in the vein
Like a bird on his own flight in his domain

In the sky

Runnin’ in on the tide with the first of the stars
The moon on the water and the sound of guitars
Glide into the homin’ as the night falls
Tie up in the haven by the old harbor wall

And the hard-bitten stranger, deaf as a post
Who stands at the fire where a poet’s dreams roast
He can’t know the story, he can’t feel the pain
And all of the glory falls around him like rain

In the sky

You’re a light in the dark, beacon of hope
And strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
And the vagabond wind whispers over the bay
And the songs and the laughter are carried away

In the sky