Rosalie Come & Go (cut)
I knew a girl named Rosalie,
We used to hang out in the park,
We used to score the system grease,
From the fellas after dark.
We used to sail the streets at night,
Used to hang out late,
She had a bad time in the barrack,
Caught a bullet in the teeth.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
I knew a girl named Mary Ann,
She had a camera and a cane,
She used to walk me to the station,
When I was dying in the rain.
She was a friend of Rosalie's,
They had a nurse they liked to share,
Well Mary Ann was doing the doctor,
You know his covers went bare.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
I knew a boy named Billy Haynes,
He had it all figured out,
He had a trail of dust and branches marked,
To get him back down south.
But the blue lights had his number,
And he was sweating hard from the heat,
He's got a pack of bullets in his satchel
Down on forty second street.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Rosalie
Shes quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said see you later
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
The teen queen, rosalie
Shes got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
Shes so fantastic
Shes everybodys favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
I got the power, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well chattanooga, lacooda, baooga loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then youd best be smiling when its losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
She is a tower, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rosalie
Shes quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said see you later
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
The teen queen, rosalie
Shes got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
Shes so fantastic
Shes everybodys favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
I got the power, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well chattanooga, lacooda, baooga loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then youd best be smiling when its losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
She is a tower, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rosalie
Words and music by bob seger
Shes quite the mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Shell see you later
And no one dares disuade her openly
She knows music
And no music till you see
Shes got the power
Of loyal teens - queen rosalie
Rosalie... rosalie...rosalie
Shes got the classics
Comes from all the corners, corners of the world
So fatastic
Shes everybodys little record girl
She knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power... got the power, rosalie...rosalie... rosalie
From chattanooga to good bogalloosa
You can hear them fine
She makes her choices
And it may be best to smilin when its choosin time
Knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power, got the tower, rosalie...rosalie...rosalie
Knows music...knows music...knows music
Rosalie...rosalie
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Oh, oh Rosalie
Oh, oh Rosalie,
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What would you have of me?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have kisses fine,
I have kisses fine.
Will you take kiss of mine?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have dreams in store,
I have dreams in store,
Fine spun as lace of yore.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Many a mighty thought,
Many a mighty thought
By men of old time wrought
Is mine, Rosalie.
I have golden days,
I have golden days,
Green trees, and leafy ways.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have tears for you,
I have tears for you,
And roses filled with dew.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What do you want of me?
You would have nought of me.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Rosalie
Rosalie, sweet Rosalie
with those eyes of green,
greener than any meadow
or blade of grass I've seen.
You have captured every moment
that ever comes my way.
They glisten and shine like the sun
on every summer day.
I see them when I dream at night
gazing lazily.
They make me want to stay asleep
to know just what they see.
Do they see my adoration?
Do they see my fright?
Will they leave in the morning
and not be in my sight?
Rosalie, sweet Rosalie
I've given my heart to thee.
I have never had a second thought
to live inside of me
to undermine how strong I feel
whenever I see your eyes.
They've changed the way I think about green.
It's the color I idolize.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rosalie
Of the sweet smell of a rose,
Of the coming of a baby into this world;
Rise up and look!
For her name is Rosalie.
A red rose into the world so sweet,
The love from a lady in red;
Red roses, red roses!
Of the pink ladies to visit the world;
Rosalie, welcome to the world so sweet.
To be born and be named Rosalie,
Dated on the 23.03.2006;
Welcome into the world so sweet!
To you the roses bloomed,
To you a joy is praised,
Mathias and Verena are your parents;
And beauty was your day of birth.
Like the sweet smell of a rose,
You were born on your grandmother's birth date;
So let the pink around you bring up the roses like,
The sweet aroma around you too.
Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie! !
Enter into the world so sweet and,
We will remember this day always.
You are the sweet smell of a rose,
Like the coming of a baby into this world;
For, we will rise and look!
And your name is Rosalie.
Welcome into the world so sweet,
Of the pink ladies to swing the muse like your type and,
Rest on the sweet aroma lying invisible ever around you;
For you have made our day by receiveing you into this world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rosalie
In muddy pools, soiled ourselves, naive we played
Flowers we picked, butterflies we chased
In muddy pools.
A to Z got to our heads, in grammar schools
Bright, Brilliantly, papers were soups of mushroom
A to Z got to our heads.
Rosalie, flowered soft hair, scorched grass has become
Soft glistening skin, granny's ashes for grains' cure has become
Rosalie.
Now you know, they played their game, care not but lust
Naive, submissive and of want, advance of dirt
Now you know.
Weep not Rosalie, mother's other, your kids stars will shine
Rain shall rain, your Sun brighter still it will shine
Weep not Rosalie.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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23rd January 2011
Le tit be positive and let it be lovely,
And like the echoes of the slums of the world!
But Elias and Rosalie played nicely today,
And the muse of 23rd January 2011 was fulfilled.
This world is about us and,
This love is about you and i!
But sobbing to acquire the sweet of your muse,
And you are smiling because of them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truth Is
What is truth?
the question of the ages
Is still being probed
Amongst the world's sages.
Truth, the father of virtue
And kinsman of beauty
Is the colleague and ally
Of rectitude and duty.
Truth is not passive
As the Rosetta Stone
Foe its Author is living,
To the possessors, well-known.
Truth is love at work
In the visitation of He
Who came through the Fashioner
In the form of humanity !
poem by Rosalie Kollett
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The Man I Love
Someday hell come along, the man I love
And hell be big and strong, the man I love
And when he comes my way
Ill do my best to make him stay
Hell look at me and smile,
Ill understand
And in a little while hell take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both wont say a word
Maybe I shall meet him sunday
Maybe monday, maybe not
Still Im sure to meet him one day
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day
Hell build a little home, just meant for two
From which well never roam; who would, would you?
And so all else above Im waiting for the man I love
The man I love had the odd distinction of becoming a recognized standard despite its having been (1)
Thrown out of the musical for which it had been written
(lady, be good! in 1924); (2) sung in a show that flopped on the road (the 1927 strike up the
Band); (3) added to and then cut from a third musical
(rosalie); (4) rejected when strike up the band was successfully revised in 1929. the reason for
The last situation was ironic: the song had become too well
Known!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Mindfog
this day
the frost has
frozen over the glass, and
the doors are snow-stuck shut
fog is dense,
milky like blind eyes
and my feet fall
through unexpected inches
when I step past sidewalk
onto the snowsuffocated grass
pairs of ghostlights drift along
the road, roaring and humming
as they hover in the quiet,
trying to find still in the snowstorm.
a morning
where we awaken
to the same night
we slept to –
moon overstaying its welcome
while the sun struggles
to shine through the gloom.
and I know across the city
you are somewhere wandering
in the eyes sleepstuck shut of an
everchanging dreamland.
and you will wake to the fog lifting
drifting upwards past your windowsill
the still trees shaking in frost coats
as the sun finally shines
prying open your sleepy eyes.
poem by Alison Rosalie
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Rosalie
O, pour upon my soul again
That sad, unearthly strain,
That seems from other worlds to plain;
Thus falling, falling from afar,
As if some melancholy star
Had mingled with her light her sighs,
And dropped them from the skies.
No - never came from aught below
This melody of wo,
That makes my heart to overflow
As from a thousand gushing springs
Unknown before; that with it brings
This nameless light - if light it be -
That veils the world I see.
For all I see around me wears
The hue of other spheres;
And something blent of smiles and tears
Comes from the very air I breathe.
O, nothing, sure, the stars beneath,
Can mould a sadness like to this -
So like angelic bliss.
So, at that dreamy hour of day
When the last lingering ray
Stops on the highest loud to play -
So thought the gentle Rosalie
As on her maiden revery
First fell the strain of him who stole
In music to her soul.
poem by Washington Allston
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What A Bringdown
Dainties in a jam-jar, parsons colour in the sky.
Water in a fountain doesnt get me very high.
Moby dick and albert making out with captain bligh.
So you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you know when a heads dead?
What a bringdown!
Winter leader lou is grownin ampsteads in the north.
Betty bs been wearin daisies since the twenty-fourth.
Wears a gunner when theres one more coming forth.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown!
Theres a tea-leaf about in the family,
Full of nothin their fairy tale.
Theres a tea-leaf a-floatin now for rosalie,
Theyll believe in ding-dong bell.
Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old bill.
Aristotles orchestra are living on the pill.
One of them gets very very prickly when hes ill.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown!
song performed by by Eric Clapton, music by Ginger Baker
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Be My Husband
(a.stroud)
Originally performed by nina simone. jeff performed it live at sin-, new york, late in the night on december 31 1995. being male, he had to make some changes to the lyrics, so his version is also known as be your husband. he did also cut some verses.
Be your husband if youll be my wife
Be your husband if youll be my wife
[original lyrics said be my husband, man, Ill be your wife]
Stick to the promise that you made me
Youve gotta stick to the promise that you made me
Stay away from johnny lee
[in the original johnny lee was rosalie]
Oh daddy gotta love me good
Oh daddy gotta love me good
Oh daddy gotta love me good
If you want me to, Ill cook and sew
If you want me to, Ill cook and sew
If you want me to, Ill cook and sew
Dont you treat me so doggone mean
Please dont treat me so doggone mean
Cause youre the meanest man Ive ever seen
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy now love me good
Oh daddy now love me good
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Lily lily lily of the valley
I have to ask you why Rosalie
QUIT HER POETRY AS EARLY AS SHE STARTED
WRITING HER MAIDEN LINES IN HER TEAHAUS
Overlooking the river under a bridge made of steel
I guess well, it could be because I told her
Life is not fair. Whoever told her that life is fair?
I played games on her,
I ask her why the old monk still sweeps the
Temple stone paths under a scourging sun
And hmm she knows: because the monk is there
Because the temple stones are there
Because the sun is there
Because the sweeper is there.
I ask her an analogous question: and why did the
Mountain climbers climb Mt. Everest?
Because the Mt. Everest is there.
Hmm hmmm hmmmm.
And she recites her favorite lines,
While I listen to her with all my heart:
“There is really nothing that you must be
And there is nothing you must do
There is really nothing you must have
And there is really nothing you must know
There is really nothing you must become
However, it helps to understand that fire burns
And when it rains, the earth gets wet.”
What wisdom! And she spoke her closing argument:
My dear sir the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog
Near the bank of the river. The lazy dog was jumped over the river because the fox was quick and brown, and it was near the River {because it was such a kind of bank} and the dog was lazy, and as you see, the {fox was one brown and quick}
[With a wink, he turned and walked away.]
{Robert Fulghum, it was on fire when I lay down on it p.205}
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be My Husband
Andy stroud
Be my husband man I be your wife
Be my husband man I be your wife
Be my husband man I be your wife
Loving all of you the rest of your life yeah
If you promise me youll be my man
If you promise me youll be my man
If you promise me youll be my man
I will love you the best I can yeah
Stick the promise man you made me
Stick the promise man that you made me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Stick the promise man you made me
That you stay away from rosalie yeah
Oh daddy love me good
Oh daddy now love me good
Oh daddy love me good
Oh daddy now love me good
If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew yeah
Outside of you there is no place to go
Please dont treat me so doggone mean
Please dont treat me so doggone mean
Please dont treat me so now doggone mean yeah
Youre the meanest man I ever see
Oh daddy now love me good
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy now love me good
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Lyrics transcripted by roger nupie
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Boy Crusader
“Oh father, is that Jerusalem—
Those walls and towers so strong!”
“Ho, boy, we are yet in our own fair France,
That is only Avignon.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, are these the Jordan's banks?
Let us rest in those vineyards fair”
“Ho, boy, these are only the banks of the Rhone,
And we may not linger there.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I fear them—the waves! the waves!
Is Jerusalem over the sea?”
“Ay, over the sea and then over the hills—
But cling, my boy, to me.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, is that Jerusalem,
Like a shell of gold in the bay?”
Nay, it is only Palermo, boy;
And this is Saint Rosalie's day.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I feared the sea, but more
I fear this burning sand”
“Good cheer, my boy; take heart of grace,
We tread upon holy land.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, can it be Holy Land,
With all this blood and death?”
“That was Acre we stormed, my boy;
Now let us to Nazareth.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, the hills are so high—so high!
Is Jerusalem very far?”
“Hush, hush, my boy, and I'll tell you the tale
Of the Kings who followed the Star.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, the hills are so steep—so steep!
Will Jerusalem soon be near?”
“Boy, what had it been had you carried the cross,
Instead of your father's spear?”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I am weary and faint;
This must be Calvary!”
“Good cheer, my boy; but one hill more;
Jerusalem is nigh.
“The men-at-arms have passed the ridge.
Hark, boy, how the warriors sing!”
“I only hear the sound of harps,
And waters murmuring.”
‘Wake, boy, this is no time to fail!
Oh best of happy hours!
Behold at length Jerusalem—
Its gates, and domes, and towers!”
“Father, I see Jerusalem,
Ah, nearer than you deem!”
“Your eyes are closed, you see it not,
Or see it in a dream!
“Your eyes are closed, my boy, my boy!
Your face is to the West!”
“Father, I see it overhead,
And, oh, so full of rest!
“There are little children clothed in white,
And angels leading them;
There are streets of gold and gates of pearl!
At last—Jerusalem.
“And our little Marie is beckoning me,
In her hand a diadem.
Father, I must go on before
We'll meet in Jerusalem.”
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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I'll Tell You Later...
bare paper eyed me, naked
and shaking, still
much less uneasy than i,
bringing to me with it’s blank stare
a suffocating desire to drown it, too,
in my despair, stain it with my soot-black
alphabet soup till it was dripping in misery,
bringing to me the faint question,
what have i
but words
to fill this page
these pages?
and so many times i have asked it
but only now,
in the doorframe
of an unwritten library
under black bird over
head
i ask,
what to lend
when those words
want to come to life,
and
are but one, or two, maybe three, rarely four –
whatever amount i manage
before something in my throat
splinters and snaps like a block
of wood my father would strike
to feed to billowing bonfires.
for
all i have,
is but a
quiet
that halts my talking,
demands me not to speak
when i am stuck and stuttering
and where Silence drags it’s feet
shoelaces clicking in leftright rhythm
students speaking dictionaries turn in circles
like they
are strangers,
two separate species
quite unable to relate.
and Silence he pleads (silently)
well I can barely speak
why will nobody else come up
and instead please speak to me?
(Silence he is sad and lonely)
but i, quietly
empathetic
and overly observant
decipher the isolation on his face
and from my shady doorframe step out
and stretch my arm, i utter
“Silence i am alice i am incredibly glad to meet—“
and Silence stops me enthusiastically saying
we’re the same you and i, barely able to speak!
hardly able to mutter a pathetic,
silenced squeak!
(laughing hysterically)
“Silence why so cruel this is only empathy…”
no sympathy for the Weak alidear
hell, even evolution kills them off eventually...
and i took two steps back
under that doorway in a dark haze
in a soft daze realizing my quiet could not help Silence
though only silent me could really understand Quiet he.
but i guessed
our wordlessness would only sit
in stale stillness, hushed, and Silence
only wanted help from noisy Speakers
who would never hear him.
so i left silence brooding by himself
and stepped into a ring of linguists
with a smile.
and i stood there till one turned to me
and screamed
“would you like to stay awhile
and discuss with us phonetics? ”
and for a moment i stuttered, but stopped myself
and merely smirked and nodded.
poem by Alison Rosalie
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Its Alright
Oh yeah
Im pretty good at takin care myself
I always get enough to get me by
So if youre askin for a little love
Well, baby, there aint nothin I wont try
You got me knockin on wood
I never knew that you could
Well, if you want me to stay for the night, its alright
Its alright if you want me
Its alright if you need me
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night
Girl, if you want me to stay satisfied
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night, its alright
I knew the minute that I picked you up
That I would never want to put you down
Dont try to tell me that youve had enough
Until you realize what youve found
Ill give you breakfast in bed
Youre goin right to my head
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night, its alright
Its alright if you want me
Its alright if you need me
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night
Girl, if you want me to stay satisfied
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night, well, its alright
Girl, you know, Ill be leavin in the mornin
You got to take what you can
Yeah, you know, that Im givin you the warnin
Girl, its just a one night stand, yeah
Come over here
Oh, its alright if you want me
Its alright if you need me
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night
Girl, if you want me to stay satisfied
Girl, if you want me to stay for the night, well, its alright
If you want me
Its alright if you need me
Yeah, its alright
song performed by by Kiss
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Beautiful Girl
Nickys in the corner
With a black coat on
Running from a bad home
With some cat inside
Now where did you find her
Among the neon lights
That haunt the streets outside
Stay with me
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
She wants to go home
From door way to door way
Street corner to corner
With neon ghosts in the city
And she sings
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Shes so scared
So very frightened
Anything could happen
Right here tonight
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
She wants to go home
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
Beautiful girl
(stay with me)
song performed by by INXS
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