Chair Tax Quotes

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Quotes about Chair Tax: I DON'T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR LIGHT, LOOK I KNOW I DON'T SHINE AS BRIGHT, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU DON'T NEED TO PUT ME DOWN, BUT IF YOU DO I UNDERSTAND, I AM JUST THE MORNING,  YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU CAN COME AROUND, AND YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, ANYTIME YOU FEEL. JUST COME AROUND, AND SING ME YOUR NEW SONG, RIGHT THERE IN MY CHAIR, AND I WILL SING ALONG, MM, I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY. THEN WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, ITS QUITE BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO ITS TRUE THAT WE WERE HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN. IT HAS BEGUN. I DO RECALL A WEDNESDAY NIGHT; WALKED DOWN TO THE OPEN MIC, AT THE BACK ROOM AT THE GREY HORSE, MY HEART WAS LEAPING THROUGH. WE'D TAKE OUR TURN BY CANDLELIGHT, TO TRY AND KEEP THE GODS IN FLIGHT. IT WAS GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE PLAY WITH A SOUL LIKE YOU DO. AND WE'D ALL GO BACK TO MINE, AND YOU WOULD SIT IN MY CHAIR. YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, MOST NIGHTS OF THE WEEK. I'LL SQUEEZE THE BOX OF WINE, AND YOU CAN PLAY THAT NEW SONG, COME ONE, PLAY YOUR NEW SONG, I WANT TO SING ALONG. I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY, YES THEY DO. ‘COZ WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, THAT WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, IT'S JUST BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO I DON'T LIKE I WAS HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE COMING ON, YOU SEE. I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN, IT HAS BEGUN. DAY INTO THE NIGHT. DAY INTO THE NIGHT.
I DON'T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR LIGHT, LOOK I KNOW I DON'T SHINE AS BRIGHT, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU DON'T NEED TO PUT ME DOWN, BUT IF YOU DO I UNDERSTAND, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU CAN COME AROUND, AND YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, ANYTIME YOU FEEL. JUST COME AROUND, AND SING ME YOUR NEW SONG, RIGHT THERE IN MY CHAIR, AND I WILL SING ALONG, MM, I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY. THEN WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, ITS QUITE BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO ITS TRUE THAT WE WERE HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN. IT HAS BEGUN. I DO RECALL A WEDNESDAY NIGHT; WALKED DOWN TO THE OPEN MIC, AT THE BACK ROOM AT THE GREY HORSE, MY HEART WAS LEAPING THROUGH. WE'D TAKE OUR TURN BY CANDLELIGHT, TO TRY AND KEEP THE GODS IN FLIGHT. IT WAS GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE PLAY WITH A SOUL LIKE YOU DO. AND WE'D ALL GO BACK TO MINE, AND YOU WOULD SIT IN MY CHAIR. YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, MOST NIGHTS OF THE WEEK. I'LL SQUEEZE THE BOX OF WINE, AND YOU CAN PLAY THAT NEW SONG, COME ONE, PLAY YOUR NEW SONG, I WANT TO SING ALONG. I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY, YES THEY DO. ‘COZ WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, THAT WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, IT'S JUST BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO I DON'T LIKE I WAS HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE COMING ON, YOU SEE. I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN, IT HAS BEGUN. DAY INTO THE NIGHT. DAY INTO THE NIGHT.

From My Chair by Martha Tilston
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