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KillerChorus specialises in producing lyrics that matter. So, when we came across The House Therapist ®

with her incredible range of real cases, we were inspired to write about them.

The result is an eclectic range of singles and an album of 20 songs listed here - The House Therapist's Choice - to be released over the coming months as The House Therapist builds a global audience. The songs are designed for those who just can't get enough of House Therapy and those who prefer to listen to dilemmas they have faced from affairs to addictions sang by our three very distinct artists that ensure you'll all have your favourite. Meanwhile, at time of writing, May 4th 2015, Home Run (sung by Mathangi Ray) & I Know A Guy (sung by Joel Fender) are on iTunes (& Amazon in a week or so). 


From Jane Eyre and the sex box chapter:
Many people have affairs, often when a need isn’t being met in the relationship. However, the stress caused to all those involved, never justifies the affair; it’s far better to identify what changes you could make in your home and relationship. Starting a relationship driven by sex, addictions, violence, or money, is bound to fail. If you think that money could keep you happy for life, you will have limited your full self-expression. (And if you think you don’t, remember that when he takes his clothes off, he’ll look different without his wallet so you can look forward to a life of at least mild alcoholism or drugs as you try and fail to cover the emptiness. I mean, if you marry a guy you love and he’s rich, great; if you marry because he’s rich, not so great.) On the other hand, if the relationship was genuinely good for a while, I believe it can be recovered as in my client's case. Affairs can be with money, drugs and alcohol as well as the more obvious one we see here.
Plastic Flower
I wake up tired somewhere else 
Turn and touch her but I’m alone
Answering my selfish moment, I let her say ‘hello’
Then took me for a cold night, saying ‘goodbye’
Why does temptation have to be so sweet?

The aftertaste is sour, sour in deceit
Now I have to go, go back home

Like a plastic flower to a charming street
She gets up, makes us both coffee
Glances at the clock, I drink fast     
‘That was nice, we must meet sometime,’

She murmurs to her cup
Politely takes my number, I see the door 
Why does temptation have to be so sweet? The aftertaste is sour, sour in deceit
Now I have to go, go back home, like a plastic flower to a charming street
I’ll hide my guilt, in a drawer, in a dark room forever locked
Because I’m back with someone special, someone loyal, who trusts me 











​ From Developing House Therapised Families chapter:
It was a long-running drama between my mum and dad, with her leaving him, or her throwing him out, or us leaving them and staying with Granny Beeton. She took him back when I was a kid, especially when he cried on the phone to her ... that always worked. The final straw came after baby number four (another girl). I think they both wore each other down in what has to be a great example of a terrible marriage! They divorced when I was 14. Mum finally matured enough to recognise that, despite her faults, she did not deserve the beatings he dished out. Although her life had been better than the one he had – and she owed him nothing – there still was a sense of responsibility for him on her part. Years on, I would find myself in a similar situation to my mother. Why do women tend to carry the guilt of a man’s poor upbringing on their own shoulders?
Sorry For Your Loss
As a child I was shown love, and I cannot help that
As a child you were shown hate, and you will not leave that
If you had been loved, would you have chosen me?
If you had been loved, you would have found all I can be
I hear heartfelt apologies, and words help heal the blows
But memories are in my bones when marks no longer show
Your dad mistreated you, and you pass the pain on
But would you to another man?  No, you’re not strong
So, I am 
Sorry for your loss, for all the loves you’ll cost
For smiles taken from youth; now become your truth
Sorry for your loss, for the line you have crossed
So sorry for your loss
Of me
I never make you number one; you say I’m all me-me-me
So I’ve listed what we’ve both done; the list does not agree
And I will celebrate myself, since you’ve forgotten how
A lioness before we met, I’ll never be a mouse
So, I am 
Sorry for your loss, for all the loves you’ll cost
For smiles taken from youth; now become your truth
Sorry for your loss, for the line you have crossed
So sorry for your loss
Of me
Where have I been, why did I go, what I wear, who I’m with, you possess me like a swarm
But the unspoken permission you heard – to treat me as 2nd class – is hereby withdrawn
As a child I was shown love, and I cannot help that
As a child you were shown hate.  Good luck to you ... and that.

From A young lady from the North heads South chapter: 
Length of time is often perceived as a marker for relationships. In House Therapy, time can shift with the raising of a curtain, the sun through a window, the speed of light. New beginnings only happen when we give up our right to be right; it doesn’t mean you don’t want something, just that you give up your right that you have to be right. Positional thinking creates wars at home and beyond. I was still committed to having a fulfilled life. I had been wounded by the bitter ending with Adrian. It was time for me to let go of my need to make him wrong and move forward. How could such a beautiful relationship have turned into a battleground? It reminds me peace is not something that can exist independently forever. It must be consciously cultivated when war is so often around.
Hostile Target
Each day we take our position, we slide behind our lines
It seems forever, my love, we’re in military times
Too much we seek out perfection, and when it cannot be found
We smile in the wrong direction, then move to a battleground
I want to reach across borders, but every time that I do
You see the gesture as weakness, and I am shot right through
I wish you could see that you’re special, then have the confidence
To not keep on slashing and sniping, you don’t need that defence
So much depends on how you see us both -- together
Why make us a hostile target, why make a strike seem clever?
Some people know they have God on their side, wish I could be so sure
If She’s looking down at years that have died
At fears on each side, at tears yet uncried, She’d want something more
We have to recognise we’re in a winnable state
Even those hearts who just beat for their cause, could one clear day
Negotiate
And like them we have had other times; there once was love and peace
Please let us build on joy that we shared and so the pain will cease.


From The Broken Knob chapter:
He had a lot of energy the way he touched – almost attacked – himself whilst scratching, nail-biting and road-crossing recklessly (often on his hopeful journey). This misdirected energy was complemented by his watching porn. Although he did say he learned women-pleasing tricks from fantasy screen-life – and we all listen to fantasy love in our pop songs – there was no doubt when I first met him he was absolutely full of theory.
Full of Theory
There’s so much you can teach me, so much I wanna learn
Itching to know more, got energy to burn
So what you gonna do with this fire at your side
You can dampen it with mockery or build it up with pride
I’m not a natural lover, trust me, need a bit of practical, you’ll see
Right now, I’m full of theory.  C’mon show me
I watch things on my TV, read them in magazines
Seen enough for far too long, I wanna live my dreams
It’s not like I’m insecure, ’bout what I have to do
Jus’ wanna find the perfect way, to ev’ry part of you
I’m not a natural lover, trust me, need a bit of practical, you’ll see
Right now, I’m full of theory.  C’mon show me
I’m not a natural lover, trust me, the more I get, the more I need to see
Your body has a hold on me.  C’mon show me.

Later in The Broken Knob chapter:
Young women are stumbling round the UK’s major cities on killer heels in their thousands every night wearing provocative tiny outfits, freezing in the cold and rain, to attract male attention. We have all got numb to normal life, normal people. Normality seems too dull. So we spend our time on meaningless passive activities. We develop extreme and abnormal behaviours and life’s beauty is lost.
We have the opportunity to turn this around like my client did. He now had a girlfriend to take his hand. This was no thanks to him with his initial expectations of fantasy straight from the screen into his reality. But even though she would take his hand, he would have to take action to secure another reality else he would be bound to fail again, like a rock in a landslide. Whether it’s the anxiety – the beautiful pain – of embarking on a relationship or the anxiety – the beautiful fear – of having sex for the first time with someone, there are many storms in our hearts and heads. It’s all about sharing. And this my client would do. He did not want to be lonely again. 
Waterfall
Childhood was my waterfall of dreams. Time has turned this to a tiny stream
I need someone to take my hand to lead me out of this dry land
I need someone, I need someone, so bad
Have you ever been to solitude? That’s the place where love will not intrude
It’s OK to go some days but to live there’s like a tourniquet
Around my heart. Please, take it away
Don’t wanna be lonely again. Don’t wanna be lost ‘til the end
Jus’ wanna give love to a beautiful friend
Don’t wanna be lonely again
Life was something when I was his rock, now the sands of time just seem to mock
I could feel cold inside, could be losing all my pride
Could be that rock … in a landslide
Don’t wanna be lonely again. Don’t wanna be lost ‘til the end
Jus’ wanna give love to a beautiful friend
Don’t wanna be lonely again.
    

From Guilded Cage chapter:
    My client is now enjoying folk singing and no longer taking medication. In fact, Lana is a star in Iraq! Lana has had a cultural journey through war in Iraq and peace here in the UK, but then she faced her own internal battle when she became more, and wanted more, than she had. We have a duty to ourselves to listen to our hearts and follow our dreams. Lana has finally listened and so now wears her own little crown.
Own Little Crown
There was a time, there was a place, 
        When I was scared to show my face    
Tried so hard, by somebody’s rules, 
But they weren’t my own, so I was the fool
When I went home, you already know, it’s easy to see:
I went there alone
Nobody steps in my way this time, nobody’s putting me down
I am queen of my life, from here. I’ll wear my own little crown
Years keep passing, I hide no more 
I’m breaking out, right from the core
As I get older, I hope wiser too 
Still finding me, I hope I find you
Want someone to touch, not in heaven that much, but someone I know 
Who won’t stop the show
Nobody steps in my way this time, nobody’s putting me down
I am queen of my life, from here. I’ll wear my own little crown 

From The Burning Boy chapter:
Some people have a whole cupboard of products with Irritant signs on them; washing powders, softeners, whiteners, cleaners. Seeing the Irritant symbol every time you pour such products onto your clothes might make you irritated in those clothes. If it’s excessive or goes against a belief that natural products are best, then it certainly will be depressing as it doesn’t balance with real values. This emotional imbalance to a product manifests in skin allergies or breathing problems so simply removing and replacing it could improve health. However, if it’s not causing an imbalance (negative emotions or physical conditions), we simply don’t comment because for that family or person it’s in balance. Allergies, asthma or unexplained rashes may be dealt with – or, at least, improved – by House Therapy. See if you can replace some of your products with ones that will generate a positive response reaction).  A commitment to better relationships through choosing brands that work for us is the way forward.
Commitment
All I want is a little commitment. All I want is a little time
Don’t dispose of me like I was nothing; that’d be a long-term crime
So we’re walking together, and right now everything looks fine
How long do you think we will last, how long given time?
I could have said that you wanted more
You could have told me anything
And you could have said that you wanted more
But you didn’t want a thing
I see what you do with your Coke can. You’re throwing it away
It’s going into the garbage. Ooh Coke can, that’s OK
How long ’til you finish with me, how long will I last?
How long do you think we will be, making our own past?
I could have said that you wanted more
You could have told me anything
And you could have said that you wanted more
But you didn’t want a thing.

From Marriage chapter:
I went to The Hippodrome – the Leicester Square disco – where my friend and I were soon chatting with a few guys. Drinks flowed and we danced. I recall feeling watched and looked around to make instant eye contact with a handsome man. He beckoned me over to where he stood with his friend at the bar. I had never responded to this type of behaviour before but this time I would. His opening line was: ‘You’re not the most beautiful girl in the nightclub but you are to me’. I laughed and found this man was everything I had dreamed of. Sinan came into my life when I expected nothing. I was as hopeful as many young women that I would one day have a husband and a house with a rose trellis door and an adorable baby. But I had no expectations for that night of fulfilling my socialized dreams.
Hey, Babe
Boy, I watch you tap your chair, smooth your blazer, touch your hair
Wond’ring who you’re gonna meet, who will that body treat?
 So polite with your two friends, glancing around now ‘n’ then
Is your mind on you three, or is that mind on me?
 Hey, Babe, I did right to try, to be the one to catch your eye
Before this dancing comes ‘n’ goes tonight
Now we’re moving real close. This is my show, I’m the host
Maybe give the wheel a spin, who knows what we’ll win
Hey, Babe, I did right to try, to be the one to catch your eye
Before this dancing comes ‘n’ goes tonight
If I hadn’t come here how could I have known
And the chance of a great time would have been blown
Hey, Babe...

Later in Marriage chapter: 
I don’t want people to suffer in silence like Sinan and I did. I want to be the one who provides practical solutions (or who brings in others who can). Our marriage, once a blissful adventure, was now dead, a glass wall stood between us, no touching. We needed guidance from House Therapy in our home but I was too close to help myself and we only had the usual out-of-house clinical responses from experts that would leave us hopeless. 
Clinically Spontaneous
I'm looking for a way to see into your mind
I'm looking for a clue but scared of what I'll find
Everything is just too perfect, everything is too sweet
Under the sun there may be the darkest cloud
Someone I don't want to meet
Help me to help you. Why are you so unreal?
Thinking what to say, not saying what you feel
Against anger I could fight, against tears I hold you tight
But with your lovely smile, I'm helpless as a child
Clinically spontaneous, never a word out of place
Am I just a rehearsal each night, helping towards your showcase?
Help me to help you. Why are you so unreal?
Thinking what to say, not saying what you feel.

From CASE STUDY – Sequins and MS chapter:
My client was well enough to marry in April. We are still working on her health, but she knows we will never forget her until we help find a way to get her up dancing to this song. She will always have an independent mind even if her body is dependent on someone who loves her. So she is independently dependent, as we all are. Unless we live alone, self-sufficient on a mountain top, we all like to think we are independent but none of us can be and few of us really want to be.
Independently Dependent
If you have the time, as the day ends, give me a comforting call
If you have the time, ’til part of life, takes you beyond nightfall
I want to hear, just how you are, and how you feel about us
Like a school kid, counting her score, so thrilled with every plus
Touched by you, by flowers, phone or text
When you do, I know what’s coming next
So in love, I have a little pain. Just enough, let it remain
I want to really need you, and you to need me
Independently dependent, is where we both should be
I’ll take our love, wrap it in wool, to put it safely away
And when you come home, we’ll unwrap so much, words will have nothing to say
Touched by you, by flowers, phone or text
When you do, I know what’s coming next
So in love, I have a little pain. Just enough, let it remain
I want to really need you, and you to need me
Independently dependent, is where we both should be.

From the Bad Gamble chapter:
I had a choice to part as friends and work with John to ensure the children’s future as best as I could, or stay with him and accept my role as financial provider. Namely, to continue (now knowingly) to supply him with cash for his gambling addiction. House Therapy is not a cure-all; it is an access back to earth, I had reached the point of no return, no more could I bury my head in work and kids. Finally, I knew the guy. And, finally, John would have to accept what he had done to himself.
I Know A Guy who’s been broken, wishes that he could have seen
What lights would be turned off around him, and all that the darkness would mean
Is there a way to be near you, really to have and to hold?
I am a slave to the fall of the dice; without it, a slave in the cold
He’d like to offer the whole world but on these words she must depend
And if I were broken in his place, would you have a heart you could lend?
Is there a way to be near you, really to have and to hold?
I am a slave to the whim of win of the game; without it, a slave who’s too old
Is there a way to be near you, really to have and to hold?
Maybe to the signs I have been blind. I could just be left far behind.
Don’t ever think you can leave me, ‘though I’ll never force you to stay
Some of the love we have shared I will save, a drop from the ocean you gave.

Later on in Bad Gamble chapter:
Mauritius was the best place for John and the children for a while. There were fewer opportunities for gamblers, and less adverts on the ‘benefits’ of spending your money on a horse instead of food for the table. My prayer for the living is that we don’t live by images created on a screen but enjoy what is really in front of us; real people in our homes and communities, what we smell such as fresh fruits, breads and flowers, what we touch with our hands, feet and whole being. 
Real living is being present to the here and now with joy and full self-expression. Go on, try it. Practise the art of living. We all are tempted by idols whose message is carried by infinite subliminal – and sometimes crude – marketing messages for which we are sponges.
Prayer for the Living
How did we get here, who could say, if some god made us or left halfway?
If She gave our precious earth, She might think that it’s bad grace
When some say: “To hell with here” and want a better place
Keep faith in all we’ve got. Don’t seek the longest shot
Just take what we can see and make it shine
I live in hope for harmony from those with different philosophies
The world is full of righteous men who need hatred for their ends
If you buy their fields of gold, beware, they’ll screw your soul
Keep faith in all we’ve got. Don’t seek the longest shot
Just take what we can see and make it shine 
If I had a prayer, what would you say? 
 If I could sing with you, a prayer for the living?
    Keep faith in all we’ve got. Don’t seek the longest shot
Just take what we can see and make it shine 
When the righteous man tells you to hate 
Listen not to what he says but ask why he says it
What does that give him?  And what would that make you?

 From Keeping up with the Joneses chapter:
Some people have a whole cupboard of products with Irritant signs on them; washing powders, softeners, whiteners, cleaners. Seeing the Irritant symbol every time you pour such products onto your clothes might make you irritated in those clothes. If it’s excessive or goes against a belief that natural products are best, then it certainly will be depressing as it doesn’t balance with real values. This emotional imbalance to a product manifests in skin allergies or breathing problems so simply removing and replacing it could improve health. However, if it’s not causing an imbalance (negative emotions or physical conditions), we simply don’t comment because for that family or person it’s in balance. Allergies, asthma or unexplained rashes may be dealt with – or, at least, improved – by House Therapy. See if you can replace some of your products with ones that will generate a positive response reaction).  A commitment to better relationships through choosing brands that work for us is the way forward.
Commitment
All I want is a little commitment. All I want is a little time
Don’t dispose of me like I was nothing; that’d be a long-term crime
So we’re walking together, and right now everything looks fine
How long do you think we will last, how long given time?
I could have said that you wanted more
You could have told me anything
And you could have said that you wanted more
But you didn’t want a thing
I see what you do with your Coke can. You’re throwing it away
It’s going into the garbage. Ooh Coke can, that’s OK
How long ’til you finish with me, how long will I last?
How long do you think we will be, making our own past?
I could have said that you wanted more
You could have told me anything
And you could have said that you wanted more
But you didn’t want a thing.
 
From Spotless Organic Ltd chapter:
“It is fine to relax on Saturdays. I like your organic products and the way that you work systematically through a house. I like your thoroughness.” Running his long fingers through trendy hair, he checked out my legs again. Then Sachiko returned. With smiles he gently enclosed my hand in both of his and, with a bow of his head, he made his exit. Had I moved him for real? 20 years ago I’d have got him with a smouldering look! But a bare knee was now the nearest I’d ever get to sizzling. After my initial screw-up, who knows if our tête-à-tête had closed the deal? Still, the handsome manager – who I’d never meet again – and I seemed to have got closer all the time

The Sale
Selling myself is difficul’, screw up my lines, that’s typical
When first impression’s pitiful, I might as well go home
Won’t pretend to be spiritu’l, that would be hypocritical
Just wanna be anatomical, by the time that we’re alone
Easy as the smoothest salesman, I gotta get you moving right
Do the business while you’re burning; sign your heart away tonight
It’s a sale, I’m selling myself, but no money changes hands
I’m the type of girl who moves, while others just make plans
Those with no meat sell the sizzle, like threat’ning storms that jus’ drizzle
Like me saying I’m bilingu’l, and not using my tongue
But I’m not here to jus’ babble, I’ll work you like a board of Scrabble
I want you to be my angel, and you know you will come
Easy as the smoothest salesman, I gotta get you moving right
Do the business while you’re burning; sign your heart away tonight
It’s a sale, I’m selling myself, but no money changes hands
I’m the type of girl who moves, while others just make plans
Fear of loss can be greater than desire for gain
So if I walked outta here right now, would you complain?
Every sale’s a little game where neither side should lose
That’s why you will know you’ve won, when it’s me you choose
Your int’rest jus’ ain’t readable, but I know we can close the deal
’Cos you are getting closable, closer all the time.

From Detecting Change chapter:
To inspire you to complete your own Home Run here’s another: 
Home Run
There are so many songs about home but I’ll make this one my own
So many lives have been wasted; clichés come bitter when tasted
I am one of those fish in the sea; loneliest star in no-one’s galaxy
A drop in the deepest ocean; but must you deny my simple emotion?
Won’t you take me as I am
Your home run has begun
To you I want to prove how I can make you move
And if you think I’m coming, coming on too strong
Hey boy, hey boy, this is only the song 
Your mama may tell you: take your time. Papa will tell you not to be mine
They may say there’re other birds in the sky; but you must decide or this one flies by
Don’t hide behind home apple pies; don’t cushion my ego with smiled alibis 
You’re something special that nobody knows; I want to hold the stem to my rose
Won’t you take me as I am...

 From International House Therapy (of a shanty house) chapter:
We painted the house in pale blue and lilac. We bought a sign with Danwantee Tohuls’ name and address on it surrounded by little flowers. We built her a front gate from the junk we found. I bought her a lounger and threw out the old cushions she used to put outside on the ground. I provided my mother-in-law with the dignity and honour she had not had, or asked for, but deserved. It cost very little to transform this amazing woman’s life in a simple but profound way. What is beautiful is gathering energy from those around her and empowering them to deliver the service.  Some mothers face poverty, addiction or wars with their children but I know, whatever it is they are dealing with, they will make sacrifices for their children. Everyone calls Danwantee their mother because even now, though her age prevents her from teaching other children how to swim, cook and clean, she will keep them safe. 
Motherhood
Feeding, washing, grooming; they all grow up so fast
And I wonder just how long their need of me will last
They’ll learn to cope with grit & grace when times get really rough
And all the skills I’ve taught, will they prove to be enough?
My offspring are my pride & joy ’though I’ll always bear the price
I’ll fight, distract or just lay down, make one last sacrifice
Young & free & blindly bold, more within Danger’s aim
Life’s tale will ever unfold, still Failure hands me the blame
How I share a mother’s fear, may my young be alert
Man has so many talents, when he chooses how to hurt
My offspring are my pride & joy ’though I’ll always bear the price
I’ll fight, distract or just lay down, make one last sacrifice
Some proud day they’ll have to go, each individual way
But in my lonely heart, I wish they all would stay.

From Tracey Emin – My Bed’s plea for conventionality chapter:
She understands the need for normality. She teaches us to crave normality Through depictions of excess, she teaches us to crave normality. And the time she truly felt this was with her brother in the womb.
Defiance
Many will keep trying to tear us to pieces
But with each threat we face, our love only increases
Moving through the water, I don’t show my fears
It will caress my body, it will remove my tears
Swim with me today, think not of tomorrow
Hold me close, still closer, put aside the sorrow
Savour each new moment as the one before
Take it not for granted, there may be no more
Sliding over your body, yours sliding over mine
Let our nearness linger, floating now through time
Swim with me today, think not of tomorrow
Hold me close, still closer, put aside the sorrow
I have lost others, have you lost them too?
Did they share these moments that I do with you?
Yes, by those stronger than I, my loves have been taken
But I shall not weary, defiance has awakened
Just be with me today, think not of tomorrow
Hold me close, still closer, put aside the sorrow
I can feel your strokes reassuring me
Responding to your rhythm, I am eternally.

From Elton John & David Furnish – ‘My heart belongs to Daddy’ chapter:
I admire these gay dads, Elton John and David Furnish. For me, they're the perfect role models for parenting's future. It is not that I think gay men make better parents than straight couples – certainly I recall a time when I would have been very much against the idea – but that was coming from my concerns mixed with the first 14 years of my life immersed in full-on Catholicism. Like Elton, I now firmly believe that religion causes more harm than good. I was raised to think that gay sex was abnormal and against god (whoever that is). I understand that the creativity of humans is such that we explore and create with our partners. Sexual orientation isn’t important. (In the next 20 years, we will drop the term ‘gay parents’ in the West because there'll be so many. We’ll just have: ‘parents.’) Anyway, should progress sacrifice minorities for the sake of traditional roles?
Amazing Disgrace
Sometimes I hear you sing, “All creatures great and small”
Could these words mean anything? Pray, anything at all?
I am quite a simple soul and once more crucified
By those who like to satisfy some kind of human pride
Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already grown
’Tis fear that brought me safe thus far and love will lead me home
How easy rushing to forgive, to turn away from hate
When it’s not your lonesome body they choose to desecrate
Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already grown
’Tis fear that brought me safe thus far and love will lead me home
I could never close my eyes nor to myself stay true
If I said: “Forgive them, for they know not what they do”
Too much from too many of you, too little too few of me
I wonder who should cry your words, “He Who Would Valiant Be”?
Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already grown
’Tis fear that brought me safe thus far and love will lead me home
When this heart and flesh shall fail and mortal life shall cease
I shall possess beyond the veil, at least a time of peace
With your unholy calling, I can only see
That this Great One you sing to is not in you, but me.

Concluding the Elton John & David Furnish – ‘My heart belongs to Daddy’ chapter:
Elton will always be the hardworking professional who produces music we love. It’s time for him to embrace himself as David embraces him, as his family and friends embrace him, as his children embrace him ... as his father embraced him.
Elton John is our Universal Hero. He makes us feel we can fly. And by completing on his past he can quietly be a hero to himself.
Universal Hero
As my feet touch the floor, from the night before, the battle must begin
I shall fight for the right, to survive another day. Is it penance for a sin?
Don’t know what I have done, to deserve what I’ve become, I have tried to be good
But there’s someone who cares, who heard lonely prayers, who always knew I might be
Be misunderstood
You’re my universal hero. Your arms go far and wide
When I hit rock-bottom, you make me feel I can fly
The radio told me: “If yer wanna be free, yer gotta blow this town.”
That’s mighty fine advice, an’ country songs are nice, but one thing I sure found
Wherever I could go, the same soul of mine will show, eventually
And you’re someone who’s touched, where no-one else knows much, so I’ll love you my way
Way more than they see
You’re my universal hero. Your arms go far and wide
When I hit rock-bottom, you make me feel I can fly
Now thanks to you I’ve grown, so you’d surely have known, I’d have the urge to move
You’re definitely right, there’s one place in my sight, and that is closer to you
 You’re my universal hero... 

From Cheryl Cole – Mr and Mrs Fernandez-Versini chapter:
Never mind all the bright lights and worshippers, Cheryl is just like you and me, only prettier. We all want to love someone and be loved back. Although we show care in different ways, we all want to care for someone. Cheryl has found what she was looking for even if – after her first fanfared faultless failure – she wasn’t actually looking. And I’ve never seen Cheryl happier than in some of the pictures with her new man. 
Never More Than Tonight
I am someone, who is no-one, without someone else to love
Now I’m with you, I will mind you, like the white wings of the dove
And I know how, I must feel like, I have never been alone
Some desire what they don’t have, it’s the challenge of the chase
But I could not feel safer than in your strong embrace
Satisfied I am now holding the best man I’ve ever known 
I’ll never love more than I have tonight
You heard this from me before; I need to tell you just once more
I’ve never loved more than I have tonight
I’ll say it in the morning, each day a fresh love dawning
There are moments when we have thoughts that are often, left unsaid
But they touch us more than words should after we’ve climbed into bed
So I’m happy when I wake up, I am such a happy girl.
I’ll never love more than I have tonight
You heard this from me before; I need to tell you just once more
I’ve never loved more than I have tonight
I’ll say it in the morning, each day a fresh love dawning.

From Steve Jobs – iAll chapter:
He once said in an interview: “I put the spirit of creativity into objects.” So the pancreatic cancer that finally controlled the ultimate creative controller would have shown him the limit of his legacy in the same way it showed us the extent of it. As his wife responded when asked why he refused the surgery that probably would have saved him: "The body exists to serve the spirit." In that case, Jobs would be content knowing his spirit could never be given away as he had been. He’d have found some spiritual meaning when evening falls. Brash or assertive, control freak or perfectionist, credit-stealer or businessman, cold bastard or cool-headed, mean-spirited or magnetic, he’d know he could rest in peace. Having never heard of House Therapy, he couldn’t have regretted missing out on it. He would only know that in so many family homes around the world – as in his two near-empty houses – he’d left us all some Apple.
When Evening Falls
Dreamt I was an eagle surfing on a cloud
Became a flightless soul and not so proud
I’m on a long, straight road at the start. 
People stand either side; dressed so dark
In the middle of this road I walk alone, I see all those I’ve known
My evening has fallen, the lights have gone down
And though my life has been stolen, at last, the meaning I’ve found
No-one hears my ‘Hello’s calling through the years
The sun shines on every face, missing my tears
Black ties in the heat, a breeze gives breath
Yet this makes me sweat ‘n’ cold, I feel like death. Feel like death
My evening has fallen, the lights have gone down
And though my life has been stolen, at last, the meaning I’ve found
At the end of the road I take a look down see myself in a space
six feet in the ground.  And when I awake after the dream
is there a difference I’ll make in the great scheme?
Perhaps there’s more to this meaning I’ll find
It’s what those who I’ve touched can hold when I leave them behind
My evening has fallen...


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