Voices Of The Angels

How many times have you heard something but never listened?

The Woodstock DVD made it's way to my mailbox with instructions to listen to Chapter 28
Crosby, Stills, and Nash performing Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.

I'm still listening.



It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard -
Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard-
Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you I do,
that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard-
Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret.
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard-
And you make it hard-
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is?
Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-
Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?
Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
At the end of the Suite, Stephen Stills sings the following Spanish lines:
Que linda me la traiga Cuba, la reina de la Mar Caribe. Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi, y que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va.
Loosely translated that is: How happy it makes me to think of Cuba, the smiles of the Caribbean Sea, Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that I'm not able to go Oh go, oh go go