Paul Young -Everytime You Go Away With Lyrics
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\"Go Away Little Girl\" is a popular song written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King. It was first recorded by Bobby Vee for Liberty Records on March 28, 1962. The lyrics consist of a young man asking a young attractive woman to stay away from him, so that he will not be tempted to betray his steady girlfriend by kissing her. The song is notable for making the American Top 20 three times: for Steve Lawrence in 1963 (US number 1), for The Happenings in 1966 (US number 12), and for Donny Osmond in 1971 (US number 1). It is also the first song, and one of only nine, to reach US number 1 by two different artists. Also notable in each of the solo versions is the similar double-tracked treatment of the singer's voice.
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Recent search by myself on Google for lyrics of Big Yellow Taxi produced first up a full txt of the song as provided by Musixmatch. I was surprised to find the line 'And a big yellow taxi took away my old man' had been replaced with '\"And a big yellow taxi took my girl away\" and therefore searched on Musixmatch site to investigate but I could find no lyrics available at all, so, the facility being available, I added the 'official version' and they are now being reviewed for acceptance on the site.
I would be interested, should you pursue this with Google, as to why the official lyrics were altered and why while they are available from Google, promoted as courtesy of Musixmatch, they are unavailable if searching the actual Musixmatch site, incorrectly or otherwise
Miles and miles away from Hawaii and 'the pink hotel', the Sea Point Promenade in Cape Town (South Africa) is under threat from developers and our journos and writers to Editors of newspapers are still quoting \"Big Yellow Taxi\". See www.facebook/seafrontforall. Thanks Joni for your inspiring lyrics. What a pity that 33 years on, Cape Town and so many other places don't heed the call.
The band has appeared on the animated show as themselves, and contributed other songs, as well as updating the lyrics of the theme song periodically for specials and holidays. Reddick also played the recurring role of Danny, the lead singer of fictional band Love Händel. They performed in multiple episodes, most memorably to celebrate the anniversary of Phineas' mother and Ferb's father with a live performance of their '80s hit, \"You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart.\"
A queer, unexpected streak of sunshine, whichby some miracle had found its way through apall of clouds and a low-hanging mist, suddenlyfell as though exhausted across the asphaltpath of the Embankment Gardens. A tall,gaunt young man, who had been seated withfolded arms in the corner of one of the seats,stared at it as though bewildered. His eyessuddenly met those of a young lady in deepblack, who was gazing about her in similarstupefaction. Almost at once, and with perfectspontaneity, she smiled upon him.
Aaron Rodd, who was a shy and awkwardbeing, felt unexpectedly at his ease. He waseven anxious for further conversation. Hehad a rather long, pale face, with deep-set eyesand rugged features. He was soberly, evensombrely dressed in dismal black. He had theair of a recluse. Perhaps that was why theyoung lady smiled upon him with such confidence.
\"My young sir,\" he said pleasantly, \"fromthe red tape around that bundle of paperswhich you are carrying, I gather that you havelegal connections. You are probably theconfidential clerk of the gentleman whom Iam proposing to visit. Can you tell me, beforeI attempt another flight of these very dustyand unsympathetic steps, whether Mr. AaronRodd is within\"
The visitor, having established his identity,seemed disposed to abandon the subject. Heglanced around the room, and, discovering acane-bottomed chair on which were piled somedust-covered documents, he calmly swept themaway, annexed the chair, which he carefullyflicked around with a silk handkerchief, andbrought it to the side of the desk.
The tall young man looked down at his companionhalf derisively, half eagerly. He knewhim too well to ask many questions, knew himtoo well to hope unduly, knew, too, the dangerinto which this simple luncheon might leadhim. Yet only a few nights ago he had thoughtof the river! It was better to take luncheonwith Harvey Grimm at the Milan than to feelthe black waters sucking his breath away!
\"That's all very well,\" Brodie agreed, \"butevery one goes about with kid gloves on in thiscountry. That's why I threw up my job andwent over to the States. Even a criminal, aknown criminal, has got to be treated as thoughhe were a little God Almighty until the chargeis right there and the proof lying handy. Ispent last night with Inspector Ditchwater.He's as sure as I am that the young man is noother than Jeremiah Sands, but he'd soonerlet him slip through his fingers than take a risk.\"
\"Simple as possible,\" Brodie explained.\"We knew perfectly well that Jeremiah Sandswas a Belgian. That little fact had been inevery description of him that's ever beenissued. He chucked his little enterprises inNew York, the moment war was declared, andsailed for Europe, bringing the loot with him.He was as clever as paint, though. He playedthe old game of sending a double to Chicago,and he was in Belgium before we knew thetruth. There, from what we gather, he handedover the stuff to the old man and his sister,and took up his soldiering job. The worst ofit is he's covered up his traces so well that wehaven't a chance unless we can catch him, orone of the three, with the goods. Meanwhile,there he is, less than a quarter of a mile away,with half a million of loot under his nose;there's a reward of twenty-five thousanddollars for his apprehension; and here wethree men sit, needing the money, and prettywell powerless.\"
The two men entered and looked about them,a little bewildered by their surroundings.They seemed to have stepped into a small andfeminine sitting-room, the walls of which werehung with water-colours of unusual subjectsand colouring. There was a little pile ofpaper-covered volumes upon the table. A younglady of sombre and uncertain appearance cameforward, and Harvey Grimm promptlyremoved his hat.
Conversation faded away. It was not untilthe service of coffee and cigars that anythingmore than disjointed words were spoken. Theyoung man's face was still colourless but hiseyes were less hard. He took out his penciland toyed for a moment with the menu.
With a bunch of early violets in his buttonhole,neatly and correctly dressed from thecrown of his hat to his patent boots,Mr. Harvey Grimm, one morning about afortnight later, turned down the narrow streetwhich led to his friend Aaron Rodd's office.He took a few steps and paused in surprise.A little crowd encumbered the pavement infront of him. There were at least half a dozentaxicabs waiting by the side of the pavement.A printer's van was busy unloading. Aconstant procession, consisting chiefly of elderlyand middle-aged men, were entering and leavingthe little book-shop. Waiting his turn,Harvey Grimm stepped in. The whole of thecentral table was taken up by great piles of alittle paper-covered volume, recognisable atonce as the Poetical Works of Stephen Cresswell,and as fast as the flow of customers couldbe served, they departed with one or morecopies in their pockets. The young lady whosehair was more untidy than ever, and whowore a stupefied air, doled them out in doll-likeand mechanical fashion. She had lost herair of superiority. She pointed no longer tothe sketches upon the walls or the potterybeyond. She behaved like a dazed automaton.Now and then Harvey Grimm could hear herreply to enquiries.
In the background were two very obviousnewspaper men, waiting so far unsuccessfully toget in a word with her. Mr. Harvey Grimmelbowed his way by some means or other intothe line, paid his eightpence and retired intothe recesses of the little suite of rooms beyondfor a moment's breathing-space. A rush of atleast a dozen old gentlemen had made exittemporarily impossible. As he stood andwatched the scene, he was conscious of afashionably dressed young man lounging in aneasy chair a few yards away. The young mansuddenly arose.
The older man looked his companion up anddown. He was a strong, well-built youngfellow, and the hollows of his cheeks hadalready filled out. Notwithstanding hismannerisms, he was without doubt a youngman of resolution.
She stepped lightly away from him, with alittle nod of farewell. The footman stoodbare-headed as he opened the door of the car.One of the principals of the establishmentwhich the grey-haired lady had just quittedstood bowing upon the pavement. In theface of all this, the girl turned deliberatelyaround and waved her hand as the car droveoff. Aaron Rodd limped down Bond Street,called for a taxi and drove to the MilanCourt....
\"Jeremiah Sands,\" Harvey Grimm told him,\"is the head and brains of the smallest butmost formidable band of criminals who haveever succeeded in eluding justice for nearly tenyears. There is a reward of twenty-fivethousand dollars for his arrest in America, andhe is wanted in most of the capitals of Europe.He has a dozen aliases and a score ofpersonalities. This much about him is certain.He is either of Belgian or French birth, he is ayoung man, and he has spent the greater partof the last seven years in America. Theuniversal excuse given by the police of everycountry for their failure to apprehend him, isthat for at any rate the last five years he hassimply accumulated his booty and has madeno effort to dispose of it. As you know, mostof the thieves of the world are tracedbackwards through the receiver of stolen goods.His last exploit in New York was the theftof the Van Hutten jewels. It was, without adoubt, one of those diamonds which was mislaidin Aaron Rodd's office, and it was one ofJeremiah Sands' agents who paid our friendhere that last domiciliary visit in search of it.\" 59ce067264