Any Old Thing

For Love

Vitrais

Poolside-party At Pickfair

Despacio
(John Stone)

Spanish Language consultants: Duolingo and Google Translate
With apologies to Spanish speakers everywhere.

She was a dancer
In old town Barcelona 
I asked her if she’d show me 
How I could  learn to dance 
She said no problem, Guapo
But One thing you must remember
First take it slow slow slowly
Y luego rapido
Despacio y  luego rapido 
Despacio y luego rapido

Era Una bailarina
En vieja Barcelona
Puedes me mostraba
Me aprender a bailar 
no hay problema, Guapo
Pero debes recordar lo
Despacio y luego rapido 

Dijó me despacio ..

So I took to the dance floor
Put my best foot forward
Starting out quite slowly
Just like the lady said
As I watched her closely
The rhythm kinda caught me
But I was paying  more attention
To how she looked than what she said

I wondered how to win her
And don’t want to seem a fool
I’m only a beginner
And it best to play it cool
Don’t rush in like fools do
Where Angels fear to tred
Gently, gently does it
Try a slower pace instead

Despacio...

Now we live together 
And despite some stormy weather
We can always turn to dancing 
To keep things burning hot
As I hold her closely
I remember what she told me
Starting gently, starting slowly
Then give everything I’ve got

Despacio...

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Despacio

Innuendo by OGNIRRRATS.
Played and recorded by The Joynt Effort March 2025

Innuendo

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Langs E39 mellom Bergen og Stavanger

I don't understand
(Written and performed by John Stone)

for Sherry

Oh I don’t understand and  I don't understand why you love me
Although it is quite clear to everybody that you do
Oh I don’t understand no I don't uderstand why you need me
You could have done much better than whatever I have ever done for you


I know we came from different worlds
We walked upon different roads
Raised upon different promises
And carrying different loads
We grew up to see the world differently 
and we both have different doubts
But together we both found certainty
Through ups and downs and all life’s in and outs 


And I love you
And that’s all that really matters 
I love you
If the world around us breaks and shatters
We will hold together
We have stood the test of time
And kept our sweetheart promises
That I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
How I love you


But I don’t understand, how I could I understand why you fell for me
When there was so much better waiting everywhere for you 
And I don’t understand,  no I don’t understand  why you saved me
From  wasting  so much precious time just trying to be free


My head always seems to be stuck in the cloud
When I’d be better off sticking with you
Now and again we even had  different dreams
But only one dream ever once came true

Yes I love you...

I Don’t Understand

Nordstjerne (John Stone)

Tiden kom og tiden går,
Jeg venter på en sørlig vind,
Ta meg over iskalde hav,
å finn min nordstjerne.

Selv om monstre leker under 
Med farer rundt omkring,
Jeg vil aldri endre kursen ,
Mot min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy O hiv ahoy
Stjernene vil lede meg
Oy Oy O hiv ahoy
du er min nordstjerne.

Du kunne klatre høyeste bakken,
Nå opp til himmelen,
Hold fakkelen der for meg,
Og tenn opp min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy 

Ta med tøy for seilene,
Eik for å fikse staven,
Et styrebord for å styre skipet,
For å nå min nordstjerne.

Jeg skal gi deg sølvet,
Jeg vil gi deg gull,
Vandredager vill bli over,
Når du er min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy ..

Translation
Time has come and time has passed,
I wait for a southern wind,
To take me across icy seas,
To find my northern star.

Though monsters play beneath,
With dangers all around,
I will never change course,
Towards my northern star.

You could climb the highest hill,
And reach up to the sky,
Hold the torch there for me,
And light my northern star.

Bring cloth for the sails,
Oak to fix the mast,
A steering board to steer the ship,
To reach my northern star.

I will give you silver,
I will give you  gold,
My wandering days are now over,
And you my northern star.



Nordstjerne

This song is in Norwegian, but it`s about wishing the new dawn can start like the one yesterday, so you know what to do to make it come out the right way.

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