Picture Book
Many types came to see the picture.
Many types came to see the picture.
Only he had the right to come.
Only he is long gone.
Will or win or wicked, its written in it.
(repeat)
Quivering in mutual agression,
Women sing remembering affection.
Only he had the right to come.
Only he is long gone.
Will or win or wicked, its written in it.
(repeat)
Here by the side of the book.
(we beseech thee, we beseech thee.)
Here by the side of pieros spirit.
song performed by by Simply Red
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Picture Book
Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
song performed by by Kinks
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I've always traveled with a picture of my daughter from 1989, her kindergarten school picture, that has 'I love you, Daddy' written on it. She's always made fun of me because I never changed that picture out. It's like my resistance to her getting older. It was the first thing she'd ever written to me and it means the world to me.
quote by Kiefer Sutherland
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Behind The Lines
(banks/collins/rutherford)
I held the book so tightly in my hands,
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
It was strange I could not look away
I had to be there, I wanted to go
You gave me no reason
You gave me no warning
But I was with you,
By your side
Give me the strength, so I can help you
And I can be strong now, they dont frighten me
Its written in the book
The sun is hotter than before
But inside its cold, I wonder why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Well I believe we can make it right
Its time now
To show our feelings
Looking through you
Your hearts empty
Whatever happened to you, you cant change it,
Nowhere to run to, please, oh please dont let me down
But wait a minute I dont understand
Its getting stronger, hold my hand
Dont want to leave you I dont want to go
But Im a losing all control
Cant you see me Im slipping away
I can only stay if youve the will to keep me here
Oh lord
Its written in the book
I held the book so tightly in my hands
Saw your picture, heard you call my name
Oh, and even though we never, never touched
I keep waiting for you just the same
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Something Wicked
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat
song performed by by Tupac from 2Pacalypse Now
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A Prayer
I pray, not for I love You
Nor either for I owe You
But I pray O Almighty One
- if at all You exist-
To relieve this world of crooked ones
If you canst, O, change me so
That I might in the shape of fire
Spread and destroy them all;
That I might in the shape of thunder
Strike them instantaneous death:
Give me any shape in which
I might rid this world of evil ones:
Or else, give me the power
That I might, in the poor, confidence inspire
That they might break the chains
And dispense justice unto themselves.
I beseech Thee O Thou mighty one
Give me such power for I can't see
The women looted of their honour
Hunger causing suicides
Lust driving men to madness
Love being denied.
I pray Thee O Thou Creator
Of this miserable world:
Rise from thy slumber and rid us
Of thy vicergents as wicked they be:
If Thou canst, make me so powerful
That I might do thy job. [1955]
The Sins of the Fathers
"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."
Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.
poem by Stephen Crane
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For Every Corner
I'll take your side and I'll take you into town
And there you'll search around
You hope she must be waiting now
Found what you need don't push her too far
Don't ever let her see you down
I hope she's waiting now
It's not that she has been around too long to never try
Too Long to never try
For every corner there's a way out
And every day that you lose there's a pay out, there's a pay out
And if she cries you know it will be fine
With things now on your side don't frown
She is waiting now
But if she sings, then she's taken all you bring
To her you mean all things you Smile
She's waiting now
It's not that she has been around too long to never try
Too Long to never try
Repeat Chorus
But don't you think the time will come when you'll get in her way
Or she'll bring you down the same
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Written In Stone
I'm gonna take you down to the riverside
Where the water runs slow and wide
There's a big ole rock out in the middle
And I took my hammer and chisel
And worked all night so you could see
Just how much you mean to me
I carved your name right next to mine
And it'll be there till the end of time
And my love will last at least that long
It's written in stone how I feel for you
It's written in stone what I want to do
Spend my life and life hereafter loving you
And darling if we live to be 100
Or if we don't make it half that long
I want you to know how I feel for you
Is written in stone
There's a place on the edge of town
When I was a kid I found
Two names on a stone together
Lying side by side forever
And it was then and there I knew
If I ever thought a love was true
I'd surely want to write it down
On something that would be around
When all the spoken words have come and gone
It's written in stone how I feel for you
It's written in stone what I want to do
Spend my life and life hereafter loving you
And darling if we live to be 100
Or if we don't make it half that long
I want you to know what I feel for you
Is written in stone
And when this life has come and gone
Our love will still be
Written in stone how I feel for you
Written in stone what I want to do
Spend my life and life hereafter loving you
And darling if we live to be 100
Or if we don't make it half that long
I want you to know how I feel for you
Is written in stone
song performed by by Randy Travis
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There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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Had I Written Less
HAD I WRITTEN LESS
Had I written less
And had it been more perfect-
Had there been four or five poems
Worth remembering-
Even two-
Even one.-
Had I written less
Would I have known
The meaning and joy
A long life of writing has given?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Only God Knows
Only God knows
O God! Thou know the secret of my heart
O God! Thou know what is that makes my art
I beseech thee to always do thine part
And my covenant to thee is my soul, my art.
Only God knows.. Only God knows
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?
What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether that countenance can thee affright,
Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light,
Blood fills his frowns, which from his pierced head fell.
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
Which prayed forgiveness for his foes' fierce spite?
No, no; but as in my idolatry
I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty, of pity, foulness only is
A sign of rigour: so I say to thee,
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assigned,
This beauteous form assures a piteous mind.
poem by John Donne
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After The Scream
after the scream, she takes her needed vacation
in Florence,
takes her silent walks along the boulevard
by the river of Arno,
this is Italy, and the scream had long been forgotten.
it is over she said, my brother is dead, and i am here
working on a plan to survive the pain
of my family
each step is a forgetting.
the sound of her heels on the cobbled stones
must tell another story
something happy, about her love and her coping up
for a new beginning.
her long hair hangs on her thick black coat
the river is a big, wide, long silver
running between two connected
ancient towns of other people's miseries
not hers now. It is over. It is over.
She keeps on telling herself.
she obliges a smile in this picture.
her hands inside her pocket.Her arms
sticking on the side of her
frail, brown body.
Meanwhile, the sun begins
to spread her morning light.
It is time to go.That's what is written
at the back of the picture.
I am looking at it now. I am smiling.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present
What if this present were the worlds last night?
Marke in my heart, O Soule, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether that countenance can thee affright,
Teares in his eyes quench the amazing light,
Blood fills his frownes, which from his pierc'd head fell.
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
Which pray'd forgiveness for his foes fierce spight?
No, no; but as in my idolatrie
I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty, of pitty, foulnesse onely is
A sign of rigour: so I say to thee,
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd,
This beauteous forme assures a pitious minde.
poem by John Donne
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Holy Sonnet 13
What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether His countenance can thee affright.
Tears in His eyes quench the amazing light;
Blood fills his frowns, which from His pierced head fell;
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
Which pray'd forgiveness for His foes' fierce spite?
No, no ; but as in my idolatry
I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty of pity, foulness only is
A sign of rigour ; so I say to thee,
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd;
This beauteous form assures a piteous mind.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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Behind The Lines
I held the book so tightly in my hands,
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go
You gave me no warning
You gave no reason
But I was with you
Right by your side
Just give me the strength, and I will help you
And they can try their hardest, cos they dont frighten me
It is written in the book
It is hotter than Ive known before, but I feel so cold, and I dont
Know why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Then I really believe, you could make it right
Ooh the time has come now
We must show our feelings
But Im looking right through you
And your heart is empty
Whatever happened to you its too late to change now
Theres nowhere you can run to, no place to hide
Ah you let me down!
...but wait a minute, I dont understand
Its getting stronger, so grab my hand
Dont wanna leave you, dont wanna go
But Im losing all control
Cant you see me? Im slipping away
I can only stay if youve the will to keep me here
It is written in the book
Oh so many times since Ive read those words
Just waiting to see you, can you see me?
song performed by by Genesis
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I Am A Wicked Child
Mother mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light
lyrics from 24-03-2000 webcast:
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
broke your heartwicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
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I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
because I am a wicked child
and I deserve to go to hell
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child & I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a..
song performed by by Radiohead
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Thee, Thee, Only Thee
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,
And smiles are near, that once enchanted,
Unreach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.
Whatever in fame's high path could waken
My spirit once, is now forsaken
For thee, thee, only thee.
Like shores, by which some headlong bark
To the ocean hurries, resting never,
Life's scenes go by me, bright or dark,
I know not, heed not, hastening ever
To thee, thee, only thee.
I have not a joy but of thy bringing,
And pain itself seems sweet when springing
From thee, thee, only thee.
Like spells, that nought on earth can break,
Till lips, that know the charm, have spoken,
This heart, howe'er the world may wake
Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Picture Show
A young man from a small town
With a very large imagination
Lay alone in his room with his radio on
Looking for another station
When the static from the mouthpiece
Gave way to the sound below
James dean went out to hollywood
And put his picture in a picture show.
James dean went out to hollywood
And put his picture in a picture show.
Chorus:
And its oh daddy get off of your knees
Mamma whyd you have to go
Your darling jim is out a limb
I put my picture in a picture show
Whoa ho! put my picture in a picture show
Hamburgers cheeseburgers
Wilbur and orville wright
John garfield in the afternoon
Montgomery clift at night
When the static hit the mouthpiece
Gave way to the sound below
James dean went out to hollywood
And put his picture in a picture show.
Repeat chorus:
A mocca man in a wigwam sitting on a reservation.
With a big black hole in the belly of his soul
Waiting on an explanation
While the white man sits on his fat can
And takes pictures of the navajo
Every time he clicks his kodak pics
He steals a little bit of soul.
Every time he clicks his kodak pics
He steals a little bit of soul.
Repeat chorus:
Yie hi! put my picture in a picture show
Here we go!
A young man from a small town
With a very large imagination...
song performed by by John Prine
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