Charles Cowling
  Hat tip to David Holmes for this, written by Jackson Browne for his first wife, who committed suicide.    It was a ruby that she wore On a chain around her neck In the shape of a heart In the shape of a heart It was a time I
Charles Cowling
  Dedicated to Claire Callender, who wants this played at hers. 
Charles Cowling
    “The music-loving world, temperamentally, seems to divide neatly into two. There are those who spend their idle hours thinking about which songs they would like to have played at their wedding; and those who spend their idle hours thinking about which songs they would like at their funeral
Charles Cowling
I dreamed I walked in heaven just the other night There was so much beauty, so much light Don’t you wish it was true Don’t you wish it was true An angel took my hand Said you don’t have to hurry Got all the time in the world don’t worry
Charles Cowling
  Dutch Tilders, godfather of Australian blues. Died 2011. Lung cancer. Aged 69.
Charles Cowling
Great intro music.    I went down to the St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there, Streched out on a cold white table, So sweet, so cold, so fair. So Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever she may be  She may search this wide world
Charles Cowling
A huge hat-tip to Gloria Mundi for proposing this. Keep a fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I don’t remember losing track of you You were always dancing in and out of view I must have thought
Charles Cowling
  Grandma’s hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma’s hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma’s hands Used to issue out a warning She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass “Might be snakes there in that grass” Grandma’s hands Grandma’s hands
Charles Cowling
A beautiful expression of the secularist’s dilemma in our ‘mixed up, muddled up’ world. And a lovely song too, of course. Pity, perhaps, about the indeterminate accent.  I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and
Charles Cowling