If you could only hear 5 more songs what would they be and why? – the question posed by Shackman this week for our LBC group.

Why?

You might well ask. I want to.

• Am I being dispatched to a desert island with only a comb and piece of tissue from a cigarette packet a shoe box my underwear drawer, with which to make a tune?
• Will I go deaf as soon as this post goes live and have to depend on the tunes in my memory box?
• Is it time for me to float on a cloud with my wings spread like an elegant butterfly?

Well here goes… In for a penny, in for a pound, my five penny worth:

I began early by trying to Catch A Falling Star

Then a fella put his hand on my shoulder and I was like a Pussycat, happily purring away

We were like Islands In the Stream

Pledging – Forever and Ever

He promised to Dance me to the end of love, and he did!

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love…….

Now, I am what I am

A Wandering Star

I am ready to see what pulls the heart strings and sets the toes-a-tapping for my fellow LBCers. Coming with me? The links are all over there in the side bar.