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Some classics
House of the Rising Sun
Our House is a very very fine house ...
My Old Kentucky Home
Home on the Range
Burning down the House- Talking Heads
Our House - Madness
Long way Home - Don Henley
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This must be the Place
-Talking Heads
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing
Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight
Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be
"Big House" - Audio Adrenaline
"Take Me Home" - Phil Collins
"Pink Houses" - John MEllencamp
"Sweet Home Chicago"
Rosemary Clooney hit - Come on-a my house.
"The Mansion You Stole" - Johnny Horton
"The mansion I own has captured your heart
You said it was love dear but you lied from the start
I wanted true love but you wanted my gold
Someday you'll be sorry for the lies that you told
You've stolen my heart and you cheated on me
But someday my darling I know that you'll see
A house without love can make you so cold
And you will be lonely in the mansion you stole"
Big House Middle House Back House Barn - by Schooner Fare
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Through the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
Goes the kitten with a mitten and a ball of yarn;
All a'scitter and a'scamper, gonna upset Grandpa
By playing under his chair.
From the halls with the walls and the floors well worn
To the room in the eaves where the kids were born;
It's the place we grew 'til we finally knew
We'd have to leave it all behind.
And I can see like yesterday the smile on Grandma's face.
And I can hear the love we shared as it echoes in this space.
And though it's just a memory, it cannot be erased;
For like the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
We're connected to this place.
In the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
There's Dad with Mother on his arm.
You can tell inside he's filled with pride;
You can see it in his sparklin' eyes.
When they built this house it was strong and stout,
And it took a lot of love to keep the weather out.
It held our faith and cradled our dreams
And kept us warm and dry.
In the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
We still live here and life goes on.
There've been a few changes and a few rearranges
But the love remains the same.
And we all meet here maybe once a year
And we talk about the folks we hold so dear;
And the kids make noise as they play with toys
That come from another time.
The House I Live In
Recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1945
What is America to me?
A name, a map, or a flag I see?
A certain word, "democracy"?
What is America to me?
The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out, that's America to me
The things I see about me, the big things and the small
The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall
The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years
The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom
The church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
Where the deer and the antelop play
Where the seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel
There is a song -current and done by a woman C&W singer about a house she grew up in.
I saw the video and forgot who sings it.
Probably not enough info, but I know there are music fans out there that will be able to answer it.
She goes back to the home of her childhood and sings about it as she walks thru........
Thanks.
First one came to mind was Carrie Underwood, but her's is called Temporary Home.Quote:
Originally Posted by RICHARD
The one I think you are talking about is Miranda Lambert, The House that Built Me.
I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Are you kidding me?Quote:
Originally Posted by Cincy'sMom
Look at the time I posted the question and look at the time you answered.
You should really be ashamed of yourself.
It took you FOUR MINUTES to answer.........SHEESH.;):D
Oh,
You had to read the post,
Think about the songs you knew,
Make the choice,
Look up the lyrics,
Cut and Paste
and then hit
"Submit Reply"
I always thought technology would help people do stuff faster.:eek:
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That was pretty effing amazing. :)
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I took some time to make a CD - about songs with house or home in them. I as thinking and remembered that tune. It well written and video was excellent...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQYNM6SjD_o
Doug Stone - "Little Houses"
A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.
But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.
Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small.
But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.
That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right.
Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.
Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.
Wow! This is waaaaaay too much for me to figure out first thing in the morning and BEFORE my 3rd cup of coffee.
You guys start without me!!! ;):p
Sorry Richard, I'll try to do better next time :DQuote:
Originally Posted by RICHARD
I get the same kind of response at work when it takes me 2-3 minutes to respond to an email. Usually there I can use the excuse I was on the phone, I would have been quicker ;)
Hey It's Good to Be Back Home Again - John Denver
I'll Be Home for Christmas
I Want to Walk You Home - Fats Domino
Our House (Is A Very Very Very Fine House) Don't remember the group but there were 2 cats in the yard
Don't Let the Rain Come Down (the crooked little man in his crooked little house)
Yellow Submarine - Beatles (we all live in a yellow submarine)
Candida- Tony Orlando & Dawn (and there's you & I in a house baby, no lie)
Crosby, Stills, Nash and YoungQuote:
Originally Posted by momcat
Thanks, Twisterdog!Quote:
Originally Posted by Twisterdog
Breathe
-pink floyd
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.