You made up your mind It was time it was over After we had come so far But I think there’s enough Pieces of forgiveness Somewhere in my broken heart
I would not have chosen The road you have chosen It has left us miles apart But I think I can still Find the will to keep going Somewhere in my broken heart
So fly, go ahead and fly Until you find out who you are And I, I will keep my love unspoken Somewhere in my broken heart
I hope that in time You will find what you long for Love that’s written in the stars When you finally do I think you will see It’s somewhere in my broken heart
[ December 30, 2001: Message edited by: Amanda Wekson ]
Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call @ 3am from a friend's appartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please........
Let me down easy with no sun-dance No long faces, no long looks no deep conversation I know the way we should spend that day Take me to the zoo that's got chimpanzees Tell me on a sunday please.......
I Don't wanna know who's to blame It won't help knowing I don't wanna fight day and night Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get mad and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a sunday please........
I don't wanna fight day and night Bad enough you're going Don't run off in the pouring rain Don't call me as they call your plane Take the hurt out of all the pain Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please..........
[ January 06, 2002: Message edited by: Ohafia Udumeze ]
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I hate to write this on a Sunday. But you need to go get your photo taken before I rearrange your dental formula.
Nah, you're OK. You can go ahead and tell Mandy why you think you're more deserving of her than this conservative British midget. If she doesn't fancy you don't take it out on me O!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I met someone before you And my heart just wouldn't wait So no matter how much I adore you I've got to stand behind this promise that I made
Where were you When I could have loved you Where were you when I gave my heart away All my life, I've been a free spirit You came along one promise too late
Where were you When I could have loved you You came along one promise too late I won't say that I'm sorry that I met you I can't have you but I never will forget you
What in the world Am I gonna do about you Oh your memory keeps comin' back from out of the blue I still don't believe that we're through So tell me what in the world am I gonna do about you What am I gonna do about you
I went to the store but it wasn't much fun It doesn't take long when your shoppin' for one And standing in line I thought I saw you walk in And that's when it started all over again
I know you loved him yesterday Even now in my presence You still want him, I know But darling this time Let your memories die Let it begin tonight
Maybe I'm being a fool Holding on this time Even as I talk to you He's still on your mind But I keep hoping someday You'd see the light
Don't close your mind, Mandy mine Don't pretend its him in some fantasy But darling just once let yesterday go You'll find more love than you'd ever known
Man, what can I say? Looks like I caught the love bug, too. Am sick as hell and crazy about Mandy. It's good enough that I can share this love platform with both of you. I am pleased. Maybe, in time, I could show what I'm made of.
The languid breezes of my Yorkshire Caress my bloated 'n' bovine frame As I stretch in the stables of the manor Just a little thot on the scribbles of Eno And my patched and wrinkled face will break in a grin Now, don't you think my heart with envy is made green
'Tis a familiar route with plain twists for me But I hope I left my path dark and pale That he who would retread will find no trail Learn Eno the ropes?, are you kidding? No, let the metador tame his own bull And bow to the applause of the wild too.
We may well be dancing in the circus too For one price hangs out the heart of two Remember how sweetly the crooner sang About three coins in the fountain..
Three coins in the fountain Thru' the ripples how they shine Only one wish will be granted One heart will wear the Valentine
Three coins in the fountain Somewhere in the heart of Rome Thrown by two(three) hopeful lovers Which one will the fountain bless?
Three coins in the fountain Each one seeking happiness Only one wish will be granted One heart will wear the valentine
Make it mine, make it mine, make it mine
[ January 16, 2002: Message edited by: Ohafia Udumeze ]
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give fate the fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter When you come close to selling out reconsider Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance
Tell my heart to stop beating Tell my mind not to think Thrown a stone in the ocean And tell that stone not to sink
Tell the world to stop turnin' around Tell the sky not to be so blue Tell the rain to stop fallin' down like tears Don't tell me to stop lovin' Mandy
Tell the past to be forgotten Tell my life not to exist Tell a promise made to be unspoken And my lips not to have been kissed
Tell the world to stop turnin' around Tell the sky not to be so blue Tell the rain to stop fallin' down like tears But don't tell me to stop lovin' Mandy
I can't do it I can't stop It's something that love has sealed Only the broken hearted know the way I feel
Tell the world to stop turnin' around Tell the sky not to be so blue Tell the rain to stop fallin' down like tears But don't tell me to stop lovin' Mandy
You're sun and rain, you're fire and ice A little crazy but it's nice And when you get mad, you're best left alone 'Cause you'll rage just like a river Then you'll beg to be forgiven Oh you're every woman that I've ever known
You're so New York and then L.A. And every town along the way You're every place that I've never been You're so much love on rainy nights You're a stroll through Christmas lights And you're everything I want to do again
It needs no explanation 'Cause it all makes perfect sense For when it comes down to temptation You're on both sides of the fence
You're anything but typical You're so unpredictable Oh but even at your worst you ain't that bad You're as real as real can be And you're every fantasy Lord you're every lover that I've ever had And you're every lover that I've never had
Eno Oh Eno, How fickle can you get? Like my more simpler mates You crumbled without a fight Exposing your chest to cupid's bite
Eno O Eno, You have only yourself to blame In this tricky pursuit of fame For my fair lady your poor heart is bothered Yeah a straying soul doth ones sleep murder
Eno O Eno, Let's watch you build your sand castle Like a child tossed and drifting in a river of longing And chasing mere shadows in the strangest dreams Sometimes sagging under the weight of the skies
Eno O Eno, Does it matter who you see or what? I know you are no longer a part of our planet And sometimes living feels harder than dying Pray, tell, Is your ache at or below your breast??? The clown has taken the stage and the joke's on you.
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
How can I forget when time was young? When we said our first 'hello' And I ceased being the bloke I was Yeah all it took was a 'yes' from you And my ego barriers came crashing
You did catch me a few times In quiet contemplation and soliloquy I kept shaking my head in defiance 'I don't want love that's impossible' I'd rather have more of it on my own terms
And now as time matures, I wonder How I gave so much of me away For now I'm wrapped in your slim fingers To do your bidding and swing to your every tune This love has all but become impossible
You know I'm not a quitter I chuckle at your latest admirers If you ask they are but impostors, poor imitators Who think a gabby bloke appeals to you Neither do they know my copyright on "Mandy" When time was young we didn't work so hard
A sinlge stem of red rose, bunch of forget-me-not Those knowing winks from half across the globe My pathetic Espanol and Italiano Were all sweet muzik to your ears And our best times where draped in modesty Who will forget your excitement at our woody rendezvous? When time was young.......
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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OU, I agree that Mandy is your copy right. But it fits Amanda so much that I can't resist calling her so. I wont quarel with you but 'm beginning to think that Mandy has bewitched me o.
OU and Mandy,
So near so far This close to her heart The right word the right time I know she would've been all mine One day she's bound to see How much see needs me
Did you ever wanna touch somebody so much You could almost feel it Did you ever wanna kiss somebody So much you thought about stealin' it Did you ever wanna say something to somebody so much You're just about to say it There you are professing your love But she's walking away it hurts so much
So I bide my time Spin my wheels like a mercury dime It's heads it's tails Plan C cannot fail Twelve roses sent her way Chocolates melting on a summer day
I gave you my love it wasn't enough To have and to hold when times get rough Here in the real world it's not easy at all When heart get broken it's real tears that fall
Nay, you wrapped me around your fingers And every morning it keep repeating When you said jump I asked how high Could this be the impossible love?
Sometimes emotion is mischievous Thought is a partner in crime The mind sure is a crafty artisan And the heart a willing victim
Whisper to me the love that is impossible Let your mind take it to the cove With silkiest caress tell me how impossible Does your heart sing the impossible love?
[ January 16, 2002: Message edited by: Amanda Wekson ]
We call them cool Those hearts that have no scars to show The ones that never do let go And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools Who have to dance within the flame Who chance the sorrow and the shame That always comes with getting burned
We call them strong Those who can face this world alone Who seem to get by on their own Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak Who are unable to resist The slightest chance love might exist And for that forsake it all
You're so hell-bent on living, walking a wire Convinced it's not living If you stand outside the fire Life is not tried, it is merely survived If you're standing outside the fire
I like your real world When I truly get bored It is your plot perfectly woven To lead me to the simmering oven And just when I start loving it I realise it's not mine to eat
Remember what I said in the beginning? That I'd be true or avoid meddling You'd nodded your approval and gave your hand And my mind was sealed to fly and not land In my eyes even the blind could see the twinkle But now my pale face is filled with wrinkles
See the contours time draws Love sure abides by no laws You were not cut in the quarry of mystery It is indeed I that should be wary of history For I know myself fully well don't you think? My mouth always from my cistern will drink
Memory is what we make and live for Even when the soul from love is poor As you look into my eyes tonite I feel my mind long for respite And I feel my soul ascending With that warm glow attending That's why I live on a knife edge..........
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
How will I ever know what you're feelin' How will I ever know what to do If you simply refuse to tell me What's goin' on inside of you Honey can't you see You've got to talk to me
How can I even know how to help you How can I ever know what to say If every time your heart is hurtin' You turn from me and walk away I feel empty and misunderstood Like a pin through my ballon
No you don't have to lie Look into my eyes There's nothin' here but love for you You don't have to feel alone Let me share the pain There's nothin' more I'd rather do
You can always turn to me I will stand by your side What I feel for you is forever Don't ever run away and hide Baby can't you see You've got to talk to me
Hold your peace now you who desire a chat It is already loud and wild enough don't U think? Ever heard a drum beat as loud as my heart? Ever felt an ocean wave surge as my breathe? It's a wild cacophony but I'm luvin' it Hold me tight if U don't wanna fall(LOL)
I don't think there's ought left to be said We have come thru' fiery storms 'n' flaming tides To dwell on who played square is absurd Like they say "all is fair in luv 'n' war" Who else could feed me the humble pie? Sure I'm learning fast that EVERY you is for me The smooth and the not-so- rough
I think I'm growing and rapidly too Lady maturity lurks around the street corners A mischievious wink on her wrinkled face "There ain't no short cuts" she shrills "OU, man or boy?" she mocks "Man, man, man, man, man......."I protest Ok, Mandy you're my destiny...
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
In a lifetime Made of memories I believe In destiny Every moment returns again in time When I've got the future on my mind Know that you'll be the only one Meet me halfway Across the sky Out where the world belongs to only you and I Make this a new beginning of another life.
In a lifetime There is only love Reaching for the lonely one We are stronger when we are given love When we put emotions on the line Know that we are the timeless ones Meet me halfway Across the sky Out where the world belongs to only you and I
The story of my life my baby Begins the day you came Probably will end the day you leave They told me what we had wasn't true It wouldn't last, wouldn't linger 'It's mutual infatuation' they mocked And will dry sooner than the dews of Biafra
Could they be more wrong that bet on us! See how our plant has blossomed If what we have is fleeting, If our feelings are but vapours If our appreciation was for aesthetics Then would the joke truly be on us Else the world were afloat
As I gaze into the pale face of this winter My mind is filled with the thought of you The little things you do, your thoughtfulness The hot water bottle when you wouldn't be touched(LOL) Feeding me my five portions of veg and 8 glasses of aqua And above all making me laugh when I'd rather cry
Thinking of you: Is a song most melodious A thrilling book full of suspense, An indulgence most addictive, A hobby most fulfilling, A dream worth living, A flower most fragrant
The very thot of you baby And the winter will turn to summer Longer days and longer nights All sun and all rain Much storm and much calm Sometimes I feel like singing: "there ain't no virtual in this cyber reality" That's when I'm thinking of you....
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Being with you is like visiting a new place It forces me to take in the texture Inhale all the sweet smells, crave the tastes Admire a marvelous creation Encourages me to pack up my needs And journey into the unknown To become immersed in that land In its hills and valleys To wet my mouth in the rivers To be drawn into the undercurrents ...
Can you feel my passion When I stepped into the room? Each time your mouth opens In the most sensuous way Each time it excites me Memories strained by time and tears Course through my entire being
I wake in the middle of the night It seem like you've gone Then your voice waft to my ears Sweet, sensitive, so caring That immeasurable passion is there Given in a tone reserved for me
Sometimes I think I'm going insane When I don't hear from you I imagine that your love is moving away From me racing in a new direction While mine remains in place Forever matted like Abadaba lake
Sweetie, be my coffee and wake me up My soul is asking yours to desire me In the same way I hunger for you Even your moist skin is as sweet as mango That smile is like stars on a dark night Ah, your eyes are glowing, "yesss... Whatever you need, I'll make sure you get"
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos Posts: 2644 | From: United Kingdom | Registered: Apr 2001
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Amanda, Amarozim kamsi eso i. Ayogom i togbo obim na ani, nasi i na ife i solum nobi. O bu maka gini? Obulu nicho ka muna i yiba oyi biko kwukene ya bu ife. I fugokwa kamsi welu i. I malu nam lotesia i ula ekwerozim alalu? Mandy gwakenem nicholum etum si cho i.
[ February 01, 2002: Message edited by: Eno Udoh ]
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If she doesn't fancy you don't take it out on me O! 
