
Chords of melody
Flood my soul
Comforting
Caressing
Soothing –
Wrapping
Me in
Love

Chords of melody
Flood my soul
Comforting
Caressing
Soothing –
Wrapping
Me in
Love
This must surely be one of the most amazing songs to come out of South Africa, ever. Their voices are so beautiful. I have to share!
Joy – Paradise Road
Come with me down paradise road
This way please, I’ll carry your load
This you won’t believe.
Come with me to paradise skies
Look outside and open your eyes
This you must believe.
There are better days before us
And a burning bridge behind, fire smokin’ the sky is blazing,
There’s a woman waiting weeping
And a young man nearly beaten all for love.
Paradise was almost closin’ down.
Come with me to paradise days
It’ll change your life, it’ll sure change your ways
This you won’t believe.
Take my hand down paradise lane
Away from heartache with out any pain
I know ’cause I have been.
There are better days before us
And a burning bridge behind, fire smokin’, the sky is blazing,
There’s a woman waiting weeping
And a young man nearly beaten all for love.
Paradise was almost closin’ down.
There are better days before us
And a burning bridge behind, fire smokin’, the sky is blazing,
There’s a woman waiting weeping
And a young man nearly beaten all for love
You must believe – you must believe this
You must believe – you must believe this
You must believe – you must believe this…
There are better days…
On some dank dusty morning I chanced to meet a Spaniard
With eyes so dark and lips so red and words so cool
He came into my head
He led me to a tavern and he gave to me his silver cup
With leather boots and blood-red wine and hair so fine
Held his hands for me, yeah
I found myself dancing with a rose between my teeth
And the feel of frills around my ankles like a dead man’s hand
Red wine drained quickly in the heat of that sensual night
And the cacti kissed together on the meseta
Old man, you cheered me
As I cavorted around the tables
While his fingers filed the guitar in the frenzied mood
As my dance gained momentum
My aching thighs began to wane
But you were strong, you carried on
So I kicked my heels
And I reeled around the room
I flicked my skirts for you
I even tossed the rose right next to you
I even let my hair down and covered you with my mantilla
That night you called me beautiful
You see I don’t forget so easily
Now I shred my castanets to a pulp
And I try to remember you
But the day is dawning and candle wax drips to an end
Tables cleared, time to move, Seсor, please
Maсana es un nuevo dнa [Morning is a new day]
Lesley Ray Dowling – proudly South African
Oh how I long
To hear
Your voice
Darling tonight
I’m aching to
Hear your
Voice crying
Out to me
I can make you
Desire me
If only
You were here


Hold fast and never let go!
I have an allergy to Coca Cola. I never knew this when I was younger, and in those days I wasn’t entirely aware of the adverse health effects of soda. So I used to consume it quite often. A company that I worked for stocked soda, and I used to have some everyday. It caused my skin to break out. Terrible sore unsightly breakouts on my face. I had to wear tons of foundation to try and conceal the redness. The first thing I would do in the morning is touch my face. I wanted to cry. How can I actually be seen with these terrible sores on my skin? One day my BFF caught me drinking soda. What are you doing, she asked? Soda makes you fat. You shouldn’t touch the stuff! I was so slim in those days. And I wanted to stay that way. So I stopped consuming it. And miraculously my face cleared up. I never realized until a few times later, I would have some and a week later was having a huge red bump on my face. Oh no, my heart would drop when I felt it. These were not minor sores, they were massive boil-type bumps that really swell up and were so painful, taking ages to heal. And then I finally realized. Now I stay away from it. And if I don’t, I know what will happen. My skin will reveal my actions. Sometimes, very seldomly I may have some lemonade, it doesn’t have the same effect, though I am conscious of the sugar. Usually I stop at sparkling water. My skin has cleared up. But I still wear foundation every day.
At the edge of
Endless blue oceans of sea
Steps urging me to
Cry out earnestly
Is there anyone to rescue me?
The dimming sun
Looks on humorously
Cooling the land while
Whispering quietly
Day is passed, welcome dark
I am not quite fearless. Instead, I have a ridiculous fear. It is not a life-threatening fear or anything like that. Just a simple, random fear of missing out. If anyone knows me, they will know I am the epitome of a FOMO (fear of missing out). Yesterday I missed out. A group of friends spent a day at the river. I had been partially invited. It was difficult getting the actual details yesterday morning, there was a big mix-up, the friend who had invited me had a migraine and never responded to my text. So I never received the details until it was partially too late. So I decided not to go. I found out today they had a great day (apart from my friend with the migraine). A friend of mine from South Africa was there as well. I haven’t seen her in many years, and would have loved to have been there and seen her again. I feel really glum at having missed out. I know there are bigger issues in the world, but even so, I am sad at having missed out on a great day yesterday, with people, community and friends.