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New Feeling

Its not...yesterday...anymore
I go visiting, I talk loud
I try to make myself clear
In front...of a face...thats nearer
Than its ever been before
Not this close before
Nearer than before
Not this close before
It is...is a million...years ago
I hear music...and it sounds like bells
I feel like my head is high
I wish...i could meet...every one
Meet them all over again
Bring them up to my room
Meet them all over again
Everyones up in my room
And now...now Im busy...busy again
I feel like sitting down but
Im still thinking...thinking about my friends
In my garden...moments
But now Im speaking out
Speaking about my friends
Now Im speaking out
Thinking about my friends

song performed by by Talking Heads
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My Love Is A Liquid

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Dont you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Dont you think she sounds just like me?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid?
I could talk to me for years
I cant speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Watch it grow before your eyes
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Touching Numbers

I was sitting alone at home
thinking about you
wondering what the heck
you were up to.

Are you sitting there alone
thinking about me…
wondering if I was in
someone else's company?

Have you found someone new
to give your affection…
are you stroking each other's palms
considering a connection?

Are you snuggling up close
and kissing him
the same as you kissed me
on my neck and chin?

Is your breathing deep and heavy,
does your heart pound,
are you truly happy now
that I'm not around?

I really hope you're there
thinking about me,
looking at our photographs
on your phone's memory.

Touching numbers, about to call,
thinking of what to say.
Maybe, should we meet up
in our favourite café?

I suppose I'm just a fool
for thinking like this,
dwelling on a lost love
and past happiness.

I have to face it, you're not
thinking of me at all.
A full day has just about gone…
should I make the call?

poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Sitting In My Hotel

If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that its not really me,
They would all be asking who Im trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in june.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie,
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that Im just being used
They would ask me what Im trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street,
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me,
They would ask me what on earth Im trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.

song performed by by Kinks
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Sunshine

Sometimes I can't get enough
Ooh, of you
This friendly game keeps getting rough
Think I'm breaking through
I cannot hide this well
This well as I should
There's always something left to tell
Tell me is it good?
I see you
Do you see me too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through
I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
I guess you chose a different road
I am not aware
I got the one that's been closed
Shut down for repair
I hold a highway in my head
Ruling of a king
Driving away the things I've said
And I've said everything
I see you
Do you see me too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through
I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Meet me in the sunshine
Meet me in the... sunshine
There's something better in this heat
Getting it on
I feel the warmth, I feel the greed
And I fear the fall
I hold this window wide enough
To keep the whole world
I want to spit out all this stuff
And keep the girl
I see you
Do you see me too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through
I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Meet me in the sunshine
Meet me in the sunshine

song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Trains

Here I am at the end of the day
With a cup of cold coffee
From the station buffet.
On trains, on trains I seem
To spend my life on trains.
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line.
Got an evening standard with playboy
Hidden behind.
On trains, on trains he seems
To spend his life on trains.
Time after time.
Was I just dreaming?
Did I help you aboard?
Full passenger service ---
Let me help with the door.
Sit down take the weight off your feet.
Theres a train full of people Id like
You to meet.
On trains, on trains we love
To spend our lives on trains.
Join the secret world of trains.
Feel the pleasure. touch the pain.
Drift into yesterday.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet sometime
On the 17.30 where
I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
May we pay your fare, lady?
We should like you to stay
In our train. on trains ---
Youll have to spend your life
On trains.
I hear theres an office party on the 18.05.
Youll be home for christmas if they
Take you alive from the train.
Those trains, we have to spend our lives
On trains.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet any time
On number two platform
Where I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
On trains, trains, trains.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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I Saw You In The Crowd

I saw you in the crowd
I saw you singing out loud
The people were swaying
The band was playing
Something real loud
I couldnt hear one word
Screams were all that I heard
But I saw her face
I saw her eyes
I saw his grace
In the darkning skies
I saw you raise your hand
Stretching out to the band
You reach exceeding your grasp
On the beach from the whale
Comes one last gasp
Meet me in my hotel room
Meet me just for fun
And I will not be boring
Some things I been storing
Inside to show someone like you
A few friends just stopped by
I think they wanted to get high
But it wasnt you
Who they led me to
So I bid them all good-bye
I probably would forget
This episode of regret
So I wrote this song
So when you sing along
I hope my message you will get
Meet me in my hotel room
Oh, meet me just for fun
And you will not be boring
Something you been storing
Inside to show someone like me
Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass guitar, electric piano
Guy hoffman: drums, vocal
Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwuakee, wi
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore (mono)

(randy newman)
In my neighbourhood
We don't live so good
The rooms are small
And the buildings made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and me
I guess i heard it all
'cause the talk is loud
And the walls are much too thin
He don't really love her
That's what i heard them say
He sure wasn't thinking of her today, oh no
(he wasn't thinking of her today)
I saw them in the front yard
Said the boy in room 149
He was talking to a girl i've never seen before
And standing there together, oh they looked so good
I don't want to hear it anymore
(i don't want to hear it)
I don't want to hear it anymore
(anymore)
'cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
Ain't it sad, said the woman down the hall
That when a nice girl falls in love
Ain't it just too bad that she had to fall
For a boy who doesn't care for her at all?
(it's so sad)
I don't want to hear it anymore
(i don't want to hear it)
I just can't stand to hear it anymore
(anymore)
'cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
I don't want to hear it anymore
(can't stand to hear it)
(don't want to hear it)
I just can't stand to hear it anymore
(don't talk about it)
(can't stand to hear it)
Oh, baby, baby
I just can't stand

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Alone in the Crowd

Though people surround me, I feel alone.
As if on an island all on my own.
I hear them talk, but they’re not speaking to me.
They’re using language of another country.

Their interests are different and ideas strange.
I try to get close, but feel out of range.
Their worlds are full and always busy.
When they look my way, there’s nothing they see.

Alone in the crowd I make no difference at all.
No one really cares whether I rise or fall.
Others are too occupied with worlds of their own
To listen to my complaints as I grumble and groan.

So I’ll fashion a world that only suits me.
I’ll become the one that they’re straining to see;
That new person whose glowing face and mind
Triumphs in the world I alone have designed.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Friends Across The Internet

This poem goes out to all my friends wherever they may live.

Someone said to me recently
you cannot count people on the internet
really as your friends.
When asked why not?
They replied, you never see them,
never touch their hands,
so you really cannot count them as friends.
I disagreed with them entirely;
friends are what you make people.
Maybe you cannot see them,
nor touch them physically,
but when you write to them,
you feel you know them;
sometimes more than
those you meet everyday.
My wish is one day
I will be able to meet all of them
and give them a big hug individually,
to show them they really are a friend to me.
I have met a few already whom I care a lot about
and I worry about them when troubles come their way,
but there are many more whom I have yet to meet.
They live in distant lands,
many thousands of miles from me
and I am going to do my best
to visit them one day,
so don’t be too shocked of you get an email from me
saying I am coming your way
on such and such a day.

2 August 2008

poem by David Harris
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I Dont Want To Hear It Anymore

(randy newman)
In my neighbourhood
We dont live so good
The rooms are small
And the buildings made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking bout you and me
I guess I heard it all
cause the talk is loud
And the walls are much too thin
He dont really love her
Thats what I heard them say
He sure wasnt thinking of her today, oh no
(he wasnt thinking of her today)
I saw them in the front yard
Said the boy in room 149
He was talking to a girl Ive never seen before
And standing there together, oh they looked so good
I dont want to hear it anymore
(I dont want to hear it)
I dont want to hear it anymore
(anymore)
cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
Aint it sad, said the woman down the hall
That when a nice girl falls in love
Aint it just too bad that she had to fall
For a boy who doesnt care for her at all?
(its so sad)
I dont want to hear it anymore
(I dont want to hear it)
I just cant stand to hear it anymore
(anymore)
cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
I dont want to hear it anymore
(cant stand to hear it)
(dont want to hear it)
I just cant stand to hear it anymore
(dont talk about it)
(cant stand to hear it)
Oh, baby, baby
I just cant stand

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Oneness is the specialty

She is far away, shut in;
Here away am I, kept in.
Thinking and thinking of her,
All the time thinking of her,
The think, the thinking out of her,
Grew to being the very her.
I feel she is no more off me.
In oneness there is no two-ness.
In lovers’ fortress
There is no double bedded room
Where only oneness has room.
08.01.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'll Take That As A Yes

You were so reasonable:
'I'm thinking that both you and I need some space.'

I am thinking 'you are leaving me and trying to let me down easily.'
And you were.
'I have been feeling like both of us are going through the motions lately'

You are speaking for me and my feelings? Better to ask me how I feel.

'And I am wondering if you are really satisfied in this relationship? '

Asking me about my feelings? What about yours? Tell me about yours.'

'I have been feeling that we need to back away, moving too fast.'

Humm, is there an ideal pace?
Do you feel the need to invent space for the need to leave me?

'I think it would be good for both of us'

So in all of this you are thinking not only of you, but mostly of me?
So answer me this- is there someone else?

'No of course not'

So I will take that as a yes.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Whoever Said Money With It Does Not Bring

Their families and friends and loved ones with expensive gifts they can shower
Whoever said money with it does not bring great power
Are wrong in their thinking to me it does seem
The pauper will never be held in high esteem
For my thinking on this matter credit I am not due
Since I only say here what is obviuosly true
Whoever first said money speaks every language surely got it right
With little of it life is an uphill fight
Though of happiness money not a guarantee
You will not find many who embrace poverty
Not many happy faces on Poverty Street
Where most have to struggle just to make ends meet
The praises of the wealthy you hear many sing
And those with heaps of money have almost everything.

poem by Francis Duggan
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What Are You Thinking

(8/29/12)

What are you thinking of when you feel GODS might
When you feel his presence and your hearts in flight.
Do you feel a chill going thru your veins
As you look up to the sky and call out his name.

Don't you feel a comfort that you've never known before
As he enters your heart and opens his door.
You have a reserved spot in your heart for him
When he took away your mortal sin.

What thoughts go thru your mind when
Everything that went wrong- turns out fine.
When your life has turned around and all
You hear are beautiful sounds.

When you want to stand up and sing
And you feel every emotion it brings.
What are you thinking when your family and friends
Say they'll follow the lord till their end.

What are you thinking when you see
A newborn baby cry and turns and opens its eyes
And looks directly at you and you don't know what to do.

What are you thinking when you look at
Humanity destroying all of GODS creations
And starvation and hunger in every nation.

I do not know what will be on your mind
But if we believe in GOD we're one of a kind.

© L.RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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Can't Stand It (Live On Letterman)

The way things go
You get so low
Struggle to find your skin
Hey ho
Look out below
Your prayers will never be answered again
Phones still ring
And singers sing
Speakers are speaking in code
What now
Well anyhow
Our prayers will never be answered again
You know it's all beginning
(It's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
The way things get
You get so high
Funny how we make new friends
Oh hey ho
I gotta go
My prayers will never be answered again
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like pretending
(To feel like pretending)
No loves as random
As my love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again

song performed by by Wilco
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Solarium Serenade

I'm just sitting here
Staring at the starry sky
Just thinking for a moment
What a beautiful night is this

I'm still sitting here
Feel so excited at the moon
So bright, in the night sky
What a beautiful night is this

Then I thought
This life is really beautiful
But it wasn't really beautiful
Before I meet you...

You're more beautiful
Than a shiny star...
You're more beautiful
Than a bright moon...
You're beautiful
Than everything...

And I can't lie about it...
You're more beautiful than everything...

Even though we're separated away
I can not stop thinking about you...
Even though you're not here right now
I always feel you're so close to me...
That's all because...
You're the most beautiful thing in my life...

poem by Jeffry Robertson
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In a Manner of Speaking

In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…

In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.

But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.

January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

(h. woods, g. kahn)
Its just a little street
Where old friends meet,
Id love to wander back
Someday.
To you, it may be old,
And sort of tumbled down,
But it means a lot to folks
In my hometown.
Although Im rich or poor,
I still feel sure
Im welcome as the flowers in may.
Its just a little street
Where old friends meet,
And treat you in the same old way.
~interlude~
Although Im rich or poor,
I still feel sure
Im welcome as the flowers in may.
Its just a little street
Where old friends meet,
And treat you in the same old way.

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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D.J.'s

By the way, every little thing about her face
Fills him up, the image so pleasing it could never be erased
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
By the way she says things, the tone, just to hear her voice
He can't explain, the sound so exciting to him a perfect choice
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking carefree innocent she's slightly sneaky
Confident and proud from another country has her way lives for today by
the
Way she's far away
By the way, holding her, hugging her can feel so warm
Just think about it, two bodies embracing, creating love in this form
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
Then she kissed him and she went away
Far across to San Francisco Bay
You'd think that she would think again
And only want to be with him
Regardless of the things that pull her far away, she's far away...
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away

song performed by by No Doubt
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The Closer You Get

Street lights start to come on
I know that its time
Stop what youre doing
Meet those drinking friends of mine
First lady call me on the telephone
She said get out and die young but Im staying at home
Now I believe in love, I believe that its true
Know Im defenceless when I look into blue
Sleepy eyes down an angels face
Dont worry honey no-ones gonna take your place
The closer you get, the better you look
Throw me a line
cos the closer you get, the more that I see
Well sure have a good time
I know what youre thinking, well how do I feel?
Well theres no rules in my book
Except the closer you get, the better you look
Keep one foot in the showroom, one out of sight
Girl Ive had some close ones but Im doing all right
Gold on her fingers dont mean a thing
Hell do his best to hear that sweet lady sing
Now I got the time if you got the place
Weve got the know how and you got the face
We got the power, we got no shame
Come over baby, I sure do wanna light your flame
cos the closer you get, the better you look
Throw me a line
The closer you get, the more that I see
Well sure have a good time
I know what youre thinking, well how do I feel?
Well theres no rules in my book
Except the closer you get, the better you look

song performed by by Chris Rea
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