Suffer Little Children
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Lesley-anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh john, you'll never be a man
You'll never see your home again
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said : "i know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and hindley says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, wherever he has gone, i have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, whatever he has done, i have done"
But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :
"find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream !
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, i'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will ...
Oh ...
Over the moors, i'm on the moors
Oh, over the moors
Oh, the child is on the moors
song performed by by Smiths
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The herd of sheep.
I wake up; the sun wakes up.
As I wake up the sun wakes up.
When I wake up the sun wakes up.
Since I wake up the sun wakes up.
Because I wake up the sun wakes up.
I shall show you the day;
I shall dispel the dark.
I shall show you the night-less day.
I am the seer, the prophet, the son of God.
I am the God incarnation.
The head told; the herd of sheep followed.
12.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When The Sun Sleeps
i thought you'd come back
at least i prayed (so i prayed)
the romance has been dead for years
but i've been too afraid
to dig the grave (so i prayed)
relief, support, never came
memories carry me through the days
of when we were kids
and angels came to watch us play
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
a movie that plays in my mind
remembering you helps me survive
every day a re-run of the next
i promised to stay by your side
that all would change
I can't complain
another victim of the game
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
maybe love will find us again
for there is always tomorrow
sincerely 'til the end
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
you'll be a memory
song performed by by Underoath
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Wounds that scab, but will not heal.
A broken heart once healed,
will never be the same.
Don't take things as they come,
but take it as a game.
To find a hurt once lost,
is to look beneath the skin.
To etch it very deep,
is to throw it to the wind.
Listless as you sleep,
the truth will haunt you still.
It wakes you in your dreams,
For now it always will.
Beast Of Codden Moor
fear rides the beast of codden moor
the men are hunting the beast of
codden moor
it run, s as fast as legs will carry
it, s breath steam, s on air so crisp
it, s heart beats a tempo of it, s own
faster faster faster faster faster
you beast of codden moor
but men ride horse, s fast as wind
to catch a beast on codden moor
that falls and tumbles through the snow
upon codden moor
it raises a head of strengh and beauty
a horn of bone lies within the head
of a beast of codden moor
death comes quick as spears stab down
as swords swish as they find virgin flesh
on this beast of codden moor
poem by Graham Russell
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When The Sun Sleep
I thought you'd come back at least i prayed
the romance has been dead for years
but i've been too afraid to dig the grave
relief support never came
memories carry me through the day
of when we were kids
and angels came to watch us play
close my eyes just for tonight
the sun still sleeps and when she wakes
a movie that plays in my mind
remembering you helps me survive
everyday a re-run of the next
i promised to stay by your side
that all would change i can't complain
another victim of the game
maybe love will find us again
for there is always tomorrow
sincerely til the end close my eyes
just for tonight the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes you'll be a memory
song performed by by Underoath
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Under The Cover Of The Night
living so enclosed
like a dead man inside a coffin
there is no choice
but to sleep and inside the dream
pray more,
the man keeps reciting the prayers
on his fingers
to dispel all fears about death
when he wakes up however
everything becomes a different matter
it is not something strange
but it was the most certain thing that happens
death upon death
death of death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Something Childish, But Very Natural
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Cribscene
huddled together in the dark
this was the night
angels shepherds animals and kings
just there wondering
in lantern-light
and under neon signs
still the baby sleeps
and wakes
two thousand times
and when he wakes
what will he find
the texture of straw
faint sparklings
from the starship of our minds
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Prophets Of Peace Dreamed Better Dreams
what happens if dream is not to wake
too many nuclear missiles to make?
scientists dream of new death weapons
cash in an entire planets life coupons
life dreams manufacture new nightmares
dream humanity wars never sleep wakes
prophets of peace dreamed better dreams
humankind to happy futures awaken needs
preserve future or extinct sleep for eternity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lullaby
SLEEP, sleep, my treasure,
The long day's pleasure
Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
The garden still is
Alight with lilies,
But all the daisies are fast asleep.
Sleep, sleep, my darling,
Dawn wakes the starling,
The sparrow stirs when he sees day break;
But all the meadow
Is wrapped in shadow,
And you must sleep till the daisies wake!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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7faces
Monday's child has a dirty face, Tuesday's child is full of disgrace, Wednesday's child is full of OH Nooooo, & Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is fun loving & gets ready to rock & Saturday's child sleeps it off till 5 o'clock, But the child who wakes on the sabbath day, wakes up & looks like alice cooper on a good day, what. where.when. & how the fook did I endup with this look
poem by Sally Ann Jackson
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Dust Child
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little while
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender
Sleepwalking angel
Travel through a lonely house
Inspire hollow
Sadly follow
Your way to find me here
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little more
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender
Let dust settle
As blankets for your sleep
The skin tremble form the cold
Slowly'll corrode
Rest while you can
Before the sun comes up
And they'll find you where they find you
Only hope says they'll find you right here
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little while
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender
Wander ghostly cherub
Let torrents of empty calm you down
Let the dreams that wait for you dampen your lips
Until you wake and breathe your darling lungs no more...
Come child to your surrender (repeat until fades)
poem by Daniel Oliveira
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On The Dream Board
On the Dream board,
How does it feel like?
Do you really sleep?
And see a moving film.
Or you are wide awake,
Thinking of the alternatives,
And the varying promise.
For a problem that has had,
Beseeched you for long enough,
Be solved for once and all.
There is something, somewhere.
That calls, and wakes me up.
From sleep, deep sleep, in fact.
Always and often it has,
Happened, but I hardly know,
What it has been so?
Curious and imperious.
A faint image of the thing,
That I left somewhere,
Sometime back knowingly,
Well it implored completion,
At some later arena.
When did I see that picture?
Alas! I do not remember.
But, this is something
That has kept me awake.
Day after day, that passed,
Night after night, that quizzed.
Several years have conceded and,
Many more will, in course.
I will remain awake,
To seek out The VERITAS.
May be, I just think,
It could well be my
Most challenging Dream.
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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In his eyes
He lights me up
When immanently
I’m in his eyes.
He wakes me up
Almost always eminently
To sunnier; golden, skies.
He wakes me up
In his love; in the gentle
Wings of a turtle dove.
He warms me and then, but
Never the less burns in me
Surly even before, he sojourns, in me.
Oh yeah!
There is really nothing to disguise
Not even for the disenchanted to chastise.
When you find;
That in his love, for you!
Is a heart ache; never more true.
Never more a truer sign neon blue!
Than in those stigmata palms
Held out too you.
There is a world unremitting...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I'll have to have a room of my own. Nobody could sleep with Dick. He wakes up during the night, switches on the lights, speaks into his tape recorder.
On Most Surfaces
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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Couple
he wakes up on
a vivid nightmare
the way he crosses
the river against the
rage of the tide and
he sees her sleeping
and he wakes her up
and she listens about
the sound of the river
and the thunder and
the wind and the
flashes of lightning
inside his frightened
mind and she holds his
hands and raises them
for her to kiss and then
they talk like lovers again
and then they make love
sleep is as gentle as
the silky bedsheets and
the soft cotton pillows
on the monotony of the
sound of the air conditioned
room. And then it is morning
she opens the window
where a pale red curtain
filters the light that lands
on his eyes still soundly asleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swedish Song
Sleep well, beautiful dolphin
Sleep well, white wolf
We have love for each other
For each other
Forever
Sleep well, beautiful dolphin
Sleep well, white wolf
Morning wakes/we awaken in the morning
Then we kiss, we kiss
We kiss, forever
Sleep well, sleep well white wolf
Morning wakes/we awaken in the morning
Then we kiss, we kiss
Forever we kiss
song performed by by Jewel
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Sleeper
Sleep that half dead,
sleep the body not the head.
Sleep that bad said,
Poor owns that bed,
Dreams are found on that herd.
Sleep while awake,
Sleep that dead not closed eye fake.
Sleep that weak,
Tommorow u gona take.
Eat that sleep and enjoy its steak.
Sleep still stands,
None to overtake.
Sleep that height dare for cake.
Sleep that stress and have the bless,
Sleep to confess as she do to embrance,
Sleep for paid cash as he do to love false.
Sleep that sleep as no one sleep ever deep.
Sleep that better as no other sleeper.
Wear that sweater as did Brother Peter,
Sleep that firm to dream that greater,
Sleep not slopy arrise all the weaker.
poem by Abdallah Mpogole
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Our heart oft times wakes when we sleep, and God can speak to that, either by words, by proverbs, by signs and similitudes, as well as if one was awake.
quote by John Bunyan
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