cold spring bridge

Albums the Loser’s have bought

Eddie: ~The Best Of Herman’s Hermits 

~Wham! Make it big

~Pieces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones LTD. (The Monkees) 

~Abbey Road (The Beatles)

~The Stranger (Billy Joel)

Beverly: ~Hi Infidelity (REO Speedwagon)

~Led Zeppelin IV

~Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (The Beatles)

~4 (Foreigner)

~Cheap Trick At Budokan

Bill: ~Hold Out (Jackson Browne) 

~Eagles Their Greatest Hits

~Rubber Soul (The Beatles) 

~Born In The USA (Bruce Springsteen) 

~Bob Dylan Greatest Hits

Mike: ~On The Border (The Eagles)

~Running On Empty (Jackson Browne)

~Rumors (Fleetwood Mac)

~Moondance (Van Morrison)

~Thriller (Michael Jackson)

Stan Uris: ~Paul Simon 

~Cold Spring Harbor (Billy Joel)

~Bridge Over Troubled Water (Simon & Garfunkel)

~Cat Stevens Greatest Hits

~Elton Johns Greatest Hits

Richie: ~Full Moon Fever (Tom Petty)

~Some Girls (The Rolling Stones)

~Buddy Holly’s Greatest Hits

~Let’s Dance (David Bowie)

~Back In Black (AC/DC)

Ben: ~Breakfast In America (Supertramp)

~Guys & Dolls (original play cast album)

~Hangin’ Tough (New Kids On The Block)

~ Wings at the Speed of Sound (Paul McCartney & The Wings)

~The Bodyguard: Original Soundtrack Album (Whitney Houston) 

River bank, after a storm

One lonely winter’s night as winds were singing,

I stood beside the grassy river bank,

And watched as trees were dancing in the distance,

Illuminated by the waning moon.

Just below, the river roars with vigour,

Its waters swelled by storms not long blown over,

And passes out beyond into the distance,

To take its course far out into the sea.

Beneath the trees, upon the frosty ground,

A single blackbird wanders, gazing downwards,

It passes further on into the shade,

Pursuing still its hope of finding food.

I come to the bridge that stretches between the banks,

And stop to gaze out at the swollen river,

And rest my hands upon the icy railing,

Leaning over just a little more.

The winter’s night gives way to springtime morning,

Though swollen still the river roars below,

I feel a tingling I thought I had forgotten,

Some warm, but foreign, touch upon my hand.

I hear a voice that speaks with gentle trembling,

The water’s roar begins to soften with it,

And all at once we seem to be alone,

That voice and I, in some enwrapping world. 

I feel the winter chill upon my neck,

The light retreats and moonlit darkness beckons,

My hand seems cold and space not so alive,

As though the stars were somehow all extinguished.

One lonely winter’s night, one lonely memory

Passed by into a dark and lonely place,

The trees still dancing in the distance, and I stood there,

Frozen to the frosty winter ground.