The Piper Calls The Tune
He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon
The dancing stops and the children stand
The piper calls the tune.
He holds their future in his palm
An old and powerful man
With missiles poised and bombs at hand
They wait for his command.
With songs of fear and bigotry
A cruel, hypnotic sound
He plays his last tune greedily
And strikes the children down.
song performed by by Ub40
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For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is fully paid before
We entertain our wanderings
And confusion in the mind
For the piper's very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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The Piper (#2)
When I'm confused and wandering
On a journey with no end
My feelings they turn in on me
Uncertain who's my friend
It's then the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tuned is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The pipers song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole comlete
No piper plays before we are born
Before we touch this earth
The pipers tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness diseased
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease
No-one it seems pays him to pay
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is paid for by that war
The one that's fought in solitude
And in that loneliness we find
That the pipers very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Africa Flute.
Our soul feels the tune of the
Africa flute as it dance it way
through the gentle wind, this
sweet melody supassed our
sorrowfull moments, so hands
gloryfy the full moon, in it we
trust. Tonight we merry with our
gods, so the death are at peace,
through our moves we intorxicate
and communicate with them, their
laughter out sound our voices so the
future is bright. We are the children
of the full moon, and the tune of this
flute made us Africans, and Africa is
our religion..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Sure/go to cali/have fun/bring me back/a silver gun/
let me shoot/a hole in the sky/give the moon/another
eye/so I can see/deep inside/in the place/where all
time hides/where people go/after their gone/and love
without love/still marches on/to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when your gone/
to the tune of a different song
you left your heart/in san francisco/getting down at the
disco/when she walked up/too your hand/danced you
down/danced you down/when you land/land on me/you see me/
I'm off the wall/against the wall/I can't call/you can't hear/above the
noise/above the sound/she dances you up/she dances you down/
I grab my coat/and then I'm gone/ to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune
of a different song
the holiday covered in snow/now you're back/where'd you go? /
you got a number/she give you her's/was it hot/ what've you got/
did she take your breath away/what have you got to say/did she take your
breath away/on the beach/in the sun/on the sand/on the run/ in the heat/
in the cold/what have you got left to hold/she took your hand/but now she's gone/
and here I stand/life goes on/to the tune of a different song/to the tune of a different
song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune of a different song
The Piper And The Prey
this is how friday ended
a little bit hard to believe
my perception slightly bending
as the piper came on the scene
it was something so hypnotic
the music even changed
the crowd got up and got chaotic
and they paid so they could play
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs to make them crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs down in their blood
songs that take, steal the love
until the song has had enough
at first, the dance was hesitant
not long before everyone knew it
the music spun them 'round and 'round
then it pulled the dancers into it
i danced my dance at my own pace
he laughed, knowing i would change
it took all i had in so many ways
saw others dance until they fell on their face
and still the piper played...
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs to make them crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs down in their blood
songs that take, steal the love
until the song has had enough
bodies on the floor
unconscious and awake
the piper gave them more;
they took all that he gave
he played a new illusion
while the world began to sway
the dance became delusion
our hearts became the prey
and i danced as he played
and i danced as he pushed
songs that made me crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs went down in my blood
songs that took, stole all the love
until the song had used them up
until that song had had enough
saturday was forgotten
by closing out the early sun rays
many dancers have fallen
lost, forgotten, thrown away
the music was their everything
but again they stayed to late
the song kept them spinning
dancing into a darker place
giving in without hesitance
hypnotized by the pipe's melody
until all became the song and dance
the piper was the only one to play
the piper and the song had demands
but they'd nothing left to give away
all that was left was the pipe's trance
and the dancer became the slave
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs that betrayed
songs not to trust
songs that got heavier
songs itching in their blood
songs that demand the dance
until the song has had enough
that was how sunday ended
and it took several years
now the song gets in my head
and sometimes brings me to tears
now i chose to stand so still
not to give in to what i hear
the song can not destroy my will
the song has nothing left i fear
(2008 & 2010, new orleans, la, usa)
poem by Thomas Quentin Sims
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The Old Paino
The old piano plays the same tune over and over again.
Why you say? Its because it's my tune no one else's! Why you want to change it? Its because I know I can!
I don't want anything to change on this old broken piano!
I don't want nothing to change it's because its stronger than you think! I beg you please don't change it!
That song is more powerful than you think! Please don't change anything! I love the way it plays so please don't leave me and say good bye! I feel lost with out you but I know it's time to say okay and let you go...
poem by Jessica Howard
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I shant be long
The swamp lies still beneath the moon
Cicadas whirr incessantly
the bull frogs add bass to the tune.
Natures night time symphony.
I walk the paths we used to walk.
Together always hand in hand
recalling how we used to talk.
The children do not understand
my need to walk alone at night.
Where I can feel your presence near
It has become a sacred rite
a ritual that I hold dear
..
Whilst I wait impatiently
to join you where you wait for me.
28-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sing You Children
(words & music by nelson - burch)
Oh jonah he was desperate in the belly of the whale
Well jonah had a plan, he knew he couldnt fail
He raised his head on high
And looking for the sky
And he sang his song so pretty
The whale told him goodbye
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Well moses said good lord
Open up these waters for me
So I can get your chidren
Across the salty sea
Well the lord parted the waters
And singing hand in hand
Moses and the children
Walked over to the promised land
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Oh joshua had a plan
At the walls of jericho
Hed march around those walls
And on his horn hed blow
That horn would play a tune
And sing a happy song
When joshua got through
Those walls came tumbling down
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
You got to sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I wish peace comes to Gaza
when i feel cold and comfort covering with my blanket
those children are cold and injured even died
when i feel comfort at my home
those children need to move and move again to avoid the bombs
when i smile and laugh here sees awesome scenery
those children looks so mash, scares on their innocent face
although they still not understand
why those happened to them in their ages
when others children could happily play in their playground
those children need to play with damaged bombs surround them
when I take a deep breath and have fresh air
those children need to feel the damage air causing by bombs and bullets
God.. please hold your hand and help them..
If men couldn’t hear no more and their heart are cold enough
You are the only one who could accept prays from all over the world
And make peace in Gaza and not make that place as never ending story
Always war and war and war…
poem by Minaslune Serene
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Chimes
i am living here on the eaves
not on the eve of destruction
should I sing or should I swing
Or chirp out a ding o ling
I hung here for years and never complained
Of the snow or the rain
where is my friend the wind?
Lover of the music at a whim
birds nested close to me
for the tune that I sung
sweet lullabies for the children
the children to sing in our skys
the future that brightens our eyes.
flowing breezes with sweet melodies
that come before the frost and the freeze
me and my friends will sing you a tune
that will elate you well pastJune
so hang us anywhere you want you see
we just aim to please.
Mother Earth And Father Time Are Angry
Mother Earth and Father Time are walking hand in hand.
They're visiting their children and checking on their land.
They view the worlds destruction everywhere they turn.
They fear their precious children are never going to learn.
''This earth should be their playground with joys beyond belief
yet, all these children seem to know is senseless pain and grief.''
''How do we teach our children to care for such a place?
They may not get the message till we slap them in their face.''
The children are oblivious to even basic rules.
That's why so many people grow up looking like such fools.
I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
KELLY TALKING:WHY DON'T WE DO THIS, PLAY THAT SONG THAT
MA USE TO LIKE TO HEAR ME SING IN CHURCH ALL THE TIME. (PIANO
PLAYS) YEA THATS THE ONE.
VERSE 1:I DON'T KNOW ABOUT TOMORROW
I JUST LIVE FROM DAY TO DAY
AND I DON'T BORROW FROM ITS SUNSHINE
FOR ITS SKY'S MAY TURN TO GRAY
AND I DON'T WORRY ABOUT MY FUTURE
FOR I KNOW WHAT JESUS SAID
AND TODAY HE WALKS BESIDE ME
FOR HE KNOWS WHAT LIES AHEAD
MANY THINGS ABOUT TOMORROW
I DON'T SEEM TO UNDER UNDERSTAND
BUT I, I KNOW,I KNOW, I KNOW
WHO HOLDS TOMORROW
AND I, I KNOW
WHO HOLDS
WHO HOLDS MY HAND
OOO YEA,
YEAH YES
YEAH YES, WHO HOLDS MY HAND.
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Voice From The Mountain
Voice from the mountain
And a voice from the sea
Voice in my neighbourhood
And a voice calling me.
Tell me my friend my friend
Tell me with love
Where can it end it end
Voice from above.
The sound on the ocean wave
And the sound in the tree
Sound in a country lane
Say you can be free.
Tell me you crowd you crowd
Tell me again
Tell me out loud out loud
This sound is rain.
Tune from the hillside
And tune full of light
A flute in the morning
And a chime in the night.
I know the game again
I know the score
I know my name my name
But this tune is more.
Voice from the mountain
And voice from the sea
Voice from in my neighbourhood
And a voice calling me.
Tell me my friend my friend
Tell me with love
Where can it end it end
Voice from above.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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The publisher is a middleman, he calls the tune to which the whole rest of the trade dances; and he does so because he pays the piper.
quote by Geoffrey Faber
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0018 Man Raking Leaves (re Jim Morrison lyric)
The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete.
walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves.
This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku
or maybe a Japanese film -
dry sound first, then rake, then leaves, then man -
that evokes autumn
too near the heart
to need a title
the sound stops. silence. man leans on rake.
then match strikes, there's almost yes an echo
from the dry leaves not yet fallen from the trees
in the forest all around.
then the first tickle in the nostrils
of burning leaves which
the two-year old scrunching through the trees
hand in hand with older sister
will remember all his life
like the silence between
two lines of a haiku or
the silence of the moment when the seasons turn.
and who can say
what the golden-orange-yellow-brown trees
slowly stripping in a rustle as of silken nightgown
to the tune of, more a whisper than a breeze -
what the trees feel
as the incense of their, their, burning leaves
steals like a last caress
for each such faithful
lover?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sweet Children
See a young girl so soft and blonde.
Doesnt attack me but she did once.
Intoxications in her veins.
Sweet young boy plays with her brain.
Lydiall bring to life.
What are your chance not to oblige.
Putting his hand on her thigh.
Ability has now been ripped.
Take it away, Id rather sit.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Johnnys playing fun and games, or else hes ? in the storage shed? .
Running from the light of day, or maybe lie and celebrate.
The funny circus from his head.
Follow me if you understand.
Ill trick her so shell do it.
Then Ill sing and now we run.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
song performed by by Green Day
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Love A Diamond
Love a man
Who loves a diamond
And holds it softly
In the palm of his hand
Keeps it warm
And holds it directly
Under the pages
Of his heart's command
Love was overrated
Love was hard to find
Love was overrated
I would find
Be it true
Or be it underhanded
I won't harbor
And she won't crawl
Be it real
Or be it underminded
She won't harbor
And I won't stall
Love was overrated
Love was hard to find
Love was overrated
In my time
Love a man
Who loves a diamond
And holds it softly
In the palm of his hand
Keeps it warm
And holds it directly
Under the pages
Of his heart's command
song performed by by Tonic from Sugar
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Uphold
These things say she
Who holds the gift of life
Who walks along a hard road
As time hold no means for at dusk
The word of truth takes hold
Who children shall over write one future
Children intertwine with the elements of
Past and future
Cannot control the fate they flee
One by one
Oldest to youngest
Destiny shall claim them
In the Corse of time
Past and present shall clash
Fear and lost hold new means
For these children question shall be asked
Children lost
But this prophecy, is not that of hope and love
It is that of pain
For pain is life without pain there is no mercy
Yes, these children
Yes, this prophecy is not that of hope and love
But that of the way of life
For each child that screams out in pain
Another screams out with laughter
Yes, it is cruel
For this is the way balance of time is uphold
poem by La Janine Garrett
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