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Correction made Sept 27th on the personal poem message, as there were a mis-spelling now rectified........
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We're watching a funny movie together,
Holding hands the conversation starts,
You lay your head on top of my chest,
As I begin to express my heart
A little bit of how much you mean to me,
With the grin thats painted to my face,
A little bit of how beautiful you are,
And how I feel lost in your embrace
A little bit about how soft your skin is,
And how I love to run my fingers along,
And how when we lock lips every day,
It seems we create our own little song
A little bit about how I love to wake,
In the morning with you in my arms,
And how I love to hear your beautiful voice,
And keep you away from all lifes harms
A little bit about how your giggle,
Lets me know that nothings wrong,
And that with you I'm holding the world,
The everything that keeps me strong
A little bit about the glitter in your eyes,
That keeps me wanting more and more,
Girl, I can go on forever about you,
And I have never felt this way before
Whenever i'm with you i get this rush, this feeling, this joy.
it's like kissing in the rain,
dancing under the stars,
speeding down a back country road,
running from the cops
-in the dark
it's like eating cheerios and ice cream at 7 a.m.
and ditching the scene after holding each other
so we don't get caught,
but getting caught up in every moment
it's like staying up until 8 in the morning
and waking up at 11 just to redo everything like the day before
it's like making love through a summer storm
and never having to doubt a decision,
just knowing in my heart that it was right.
and when you're not here, i keep my hopes up and my head held high because i know that as each day passes by, it's one day less to wait, and one day closer to that rush, that feeling, that joy.
Angels surround us no matter where you go
Angels are around us don't you know
Angels will be strong for you
Angels will belong to you
Angels will survive for you and protect you
no matter what you do
Angels will be there in time of need
and angels will never leave as long as you believe
The Angel sits and writes
Writing out how she feels
Tears stream down her face
No one knows why
No one can see a dark, lonely angel
But a white, crystal angel
As the angel writes out her words,
No one can see her world
Her world of sorrow and pain
Blood is on the paper
Her dark soul can be seen
You can see her world
Full of ashes; nothing that can grow
You can see the full moon
Reflecting on her pale face
The angel can scream
Without making any noise
The angel can cry,
Without shedding a tear
The angel can hurt,
Without feeling anything inside
Because my emotions
Now are here…..
There were 4 lads that come Clydebank! They all went to school together, with Tommy being a year above them. They first formed in 1982 as Vortex Motion. Marti use to be a painter and decorator. then dropped all to become part of Wet Wet Wet. Theyfound Elliott Davis in 1984 then by 1985 they signed a record deal with Phonogram Records. They began recording songs and wrote lovely songs like Temptation east Of The River, Angel Eyes and many more! Then on March 9th 1987 Wishing I were Lucky wre released, entering the charts @ number 99 then soon climbed to number 6, follow single Sweet Little Mystery shot in West Africa Gambia on June 25th 1987.
In 1988 saw their first number 1, then 2nd number 1 in January 1992, the 3rd number 1 in May 1994 spending 15weeks with LIAA.
They split in 1999 and reformed in 2004, and now as a album Timeless being released on November 5th to concide with the 20th anniversary.
Cheers
Karen-Marie
Personal Message we had for both order of service my sister Amanda who passed away September 16th 2000 just 13 days before her birthday then my Dad on April 23rd 2007!
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autunm rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quite birds in circling flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die...
A tribute for my sister Amanda and my Dad who are sadly no longer with us.
