Cache Cache
Did you ever sleep in a bear pit
Did you ever sleep in a bear pit
With apple cores and mice along
With apple cores and mice along
Did you ever lay on ice and grit
Did you ever lay on ice and grit
Or search for a place where the wind was gone
Or search for a place where the wind was gone
Did you ever tramp up endless hills
Did you ever tramp up endless hills
Past cosy homes with secret beds
Past cosy homes with secret beds
Did you ever dream of a suicide pill
Did you ever dream of a suicide pill
And wake up cold to the smell of bread
And wake up cold to the smell of bread
Well I have slept there badly twice
Well I have slept there badly twice
And shared my straw with scratchin mice
And shared my straw with scratchin mice
Although youll find some deep brown hair
Although youll find some deep brown hair
Ill tell you something for nothing
Ill tell you something for nothing
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
Did you ever have to make a draw
Did you ever have to make a draw
For a hard wooden bench or a bed of stone
For a hard wooden bench or a bed of stone
Did you ever jemmy a stable door
Did you ever jemmy a stable door
Or scare the horse to escape the snow
Or scare the horse to escape the snow
Did you ever invade a neat little yard
Did you ever invade a neat little yard
Wake up the children who hope for ghosts
Wake up the children who hope for ghosts
Did you ever cause their dogs to bark
Did you ever cause their dogs to bark
Their guests to curse their noisy hosts
Their guests to curse their noisy hosts
Dont jump in expectin fun
Dont jump in expectin fun
Dont swagger in there with your elephant gun
Dont swagger in there with your elephant gun
Dont enter the cage with wavin chairs
Dont enter the cage with wavin chairs
Cos Ill tell you something for nothing
Cos Ill tell you something for nothing
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
Did you ever pass the police at work
Did you ever pass the police at work
And hope that they might take you in
And hope that they might take you in
Did you ever wonder why music hurts
Did you ever wonder why music hurts
When someone plays it aloof to sin
When someone plays it aloof to sin
Did you ever believe that a smile could cure
Did you ever believe that a smile could cure
A happy face keep you warm at night?
A happy face keep you warm at night?
Were you ever fooled by laughters lure
Were you ever fooled by laughters lure
Only to find that they laughed in spite?
Only to find that they laughed in spite?
Chorus: (as above)
Chorus: (as above)
Did you ever finally find a place
Did you ever finally find a place
A soft warm bed in a room of flowers
A soft warm bed in a room of flowers
And when you finally laid down your face
And when you finally laid down your face
You found you slept for a hundred hours
You found you slept for a hundred hours
A hundred hours.
A hundred hours.
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
There aint no bears in there (cache cache)
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Chanson Des Yeux
Viens: là, sur des joncs frais ta place est toute prête.
Viens, viens, sur mes genoux viens reposer ta tête.
Les yeux levés sur moi, tu resteras muet,
Et je te chanterai la chanson qui te plaît.
Comme on voit, au moment où Phoebus va renaître,
La nuit prête à s'enfuir, le jour prêt à paraître,
Je verrai tes beaux yeux, les yeux de mon ami,
En un demi-sommeil se fermer à demi.
Tu me diras: 'Adieu, je dors, adieu, ma belle.
--Adieu, dirai-je, adieu, dors, mon ami fidèle,
Car le... aussi dort le front vers les cieux,'
Et j'irai te baiser et le front et les yeux.
Ne me regarde point; cache, cache tes yeux;
Mon sang en est brûlé; tes regards sont des feux.
Viens, viens. Quoique vivant, et dans ta fleur première,
Je veux avec mes mains te fermer la paupière,
Ou, malgré tes efforts, je prendrai tes cheveux
Pour en faire un bandeau qui te cache les yeux.
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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History is malleable. A new cache of diaries can shed new light, and archeological evidence can challenge our popular assumptions.
Sans Animals
How pleasant would our weekend strolls
Be if there were no animals
To grace the places we may walk?
No herds nor prides, no packs no flocks.
To never see or hear a bird
To trek without would be absurd.
What good would be a tryst in spring
Without a redbreast there to sing?
Why should the oak we pass each day
Bear nutty acorn fruit today
If there were no squirrels nesting high
To gather cache and fall supplies.
What be the sense of things withal
Devoid of all the animals?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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How Can One Describe Beauty?
In a world where nothing is ugly,
how can one describe beauty?
The answer is like a twinkling star,
that seems to go on forever,
or that cache of gold,
at the end of every rainbow.
Describing beauty is impossible,
when everything is beautiful.
30 Aug - 2 Sept 1995
poem by David Harris
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Turkey, unlike chicken, has very elegant characteristics. It has more of a cache than chicken. Turkey is a delicacy, so it should be presented in such a way.
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Confessing Again...
i come to the conclusion
after so many nights that since i enjoy
communing with freedom,
then i may as well accept that i do not belong to anyone
or anything
nothing is ideal, no one is my master,
this is a free world, and i let my thoughts roam like a conqueror
of air, and space,
i don't know, but i simply don't belong to any class anymore,
or a system,
or an idea, like a set,
or a cache,
or a cage of this
e-world
i am back here
confessing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Serendipity
The moment few groaning stars
descend on the beauty of night
Moonlight flickering too shy
Be reduced in the arms of sea
and Chill tippet of winds
Scattered on the shoulders of the tree
wish u to become Moon
Slipping from the stairs of the horizon
to secretly write serendipity
on my palm
In desire of which
Cache of a few breaths
are hidden
in the silence of my body.....
poem by Seema Gupta
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Recipe for memory
Memory is a very simple entity
It starts with a cache of everyday interactivity
It can not move forward unless an effort is made
The effort is difficult in the beginning assault
It tends to relieve it self once you enact the activity and increased its flexibility
Memory is simple as long as you are willing to become enthralled.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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~ Tango Tarantism Without Ta-Ra ~
~ Tango Tarantism Without Ta-Ra ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
May 8,2010
Fear to unyoke in fire
Why not be deuced dare?
Omigod! Strong man
Why illusion of cobra?
I’m yippee hurrah
Tango without ta-ra
Feel my bohemian bora.
Afraid of chicky lu lu lolol
Lap squelch me in soulful bowl.
Rear
Mindset of
Don’t care!
Share n’
Bear in abode tire
Cuddlefiddle me as dear.
A stripe dotty tipsier
Steer tutelage reader
By poetic unzipper
Your goofy gaud Gaga
Cache in my raga Saga!
Meet the Micromega
Me Ms Nirvana Nivedita! !
Pliss join the fest of
Tango Tarantism Without Ta-Ra.
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Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Shadow of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze
whispers,
the memory,
the memory,
the memory,
much feeling
but seems without feelings at all,
candles have heart to,
hesitant to part.
much feeling but its
just as if there's none,
I think of the past
but i can't smile,
candles have heart too
it loathes parting.
Today will be a memory,
yesterday was a memory
drifting away, but
count not the time,
rather the moments.
our past days are beautiful
the things we kept
in our memory cache full.
the things we left are so many
fear of moving on,
fear of change,
wails of grief sucked
up excavated nose
soul wailing to the
top of the lungs.
in a minute this will
be just a memory
memories are
all pain in vain
but those are but memories
that dwindles each
day passes by,
as those slowly vanished,
I huddle in my room and cry,
memories are like dreams,
a reflection of the past.
poem by Cyrus Diaz
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Automne
Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux
Et s'en allant là-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidélité
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise
Oh! l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'été
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux silhouettes grises
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Romance Point [3]
ROMANCE POINT [3]
esspeecee … [12.10.08]
O floral bed
En-bosom the,
Foot marks indelibly
-of her.
Bohemian me
Know well,
She’ll efface
Like a
Spry shadow.
Her balmy
Coquette feet will
Gush out,
But to -
Dumfound me
Achefully.
O floral bed
En-bosom foot prints,
My-
Romance Point
For an image
In my sterile cache.
End up
Game of romance
Before the mellow light
O you not
My Romance Point.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Decouverte
j'ai retrouve en Vous
mon reve
mon amour perdu
je suis nee de nouveau
avec les battements
de vos coeurs
et
je m'en suis transformee
de nouveau
en fleur
en rose
car
j'ai cache dedans mon ame
tant de lettres secretes
et
j'ai atteint
toutes les flammes
de ma jeunesse
lesquelles
avec toute leur chaleur
me blessent
cela ne cesse
ne cessera jamais
car
vos sourires, votre amour
me reviennent
dans le passe
ou j'etais si aimee.
poem by Jagotka Tomovska
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Les Statues
Les feuilles, une à une, et le temps, heure à heure,
Tombent dans le bassin dont le jet d’eau larmoie ;
Iphigénie en sang près d’Hélène de Troie,
Danaé, Antigone, Ariane qui pleure,
Marbres purs que le vent soufflette ou qu’il effleure !
Si le torse se cambre ou si la tête ploie,
Héroïque au destin qui caresse ou rudoie,
La statue aux yeux blancs persévère ou demeure.
L’éternelle beauté subsiste à jamais belle.
Le Silence a ployé le crêpe de son aile
Et songe, assis, le coude au socle où il inscrit
Le nom de l’héroïne énergique ou morose
Qui dérobe un sourire ou cache un sein meurtri
Derrière les cyprès ou derrière des roses.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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The Windigo
Go easy wit' de paddle, an' steady wit' de
oar
Geev rudder to de bes' man you got among
de crew,
Let ev'ry wan be quiet, don't let dem sing no
more
W'en you see de islan' risin' out of Grande
Lac Manitou
Above us on de sky dere, de summer cloud
may float
Aroun' us on de water de ripple never show,
But somet'ing down below us can rock de
stronges' boat,
W'en we 're comin' near de islan' of de
spirit Windigo!
De carcajou may breed dere, an' otter sweem
de poole
De moosh-rat mak' de mud house, an' beaver
buil' hees dam
An' beeges' Injun hunter on all de Tête de
Boule
Will never set hees trap dere from spring
to summer tam.
But he 'll bring de fines' presen' from upper
St. Maurice
De loup marin an' black-fox from off de
Hodson Bay
An' hide dem on de islan' an' smoke de pipe
of peace
So Windigo will help heem w'en he travel
far away.
We shaintee on dat islan' on de winter seexty-
nine
If you look you see de clearin' aroun' de
Coo Coo Cache,
An' pleasan' place enough too among de spruce
an' pine
If foreman on de shaintee is n't Cyprien
Palache.
Beeg feller, alway watchin' on hees leetle
weasel eye,
De gang dey can't do not'ing but he see dem
purty quick
Wit' hees 'Hi dere, w'at you doin' ?' ev'ry
tam he 's passin' by
An' de bad word he was usin' , wall! it offen
mak' me sick.
An' he carry silver w'issle wit' de chain aroun'
hees neck
For fear he mebbe los' it, an' ev'ry body say
He mus' buy it from de devil w'en he 's
passin' on Kebeck
But if it 's true dat story, I dunno how
moche he pay.
Dere 's plaintee on de shaintee can sing lak
rossignol
Pet Clancy play de fiddle, an' Jimmie Char-
bonneau
Was bring hees concertina from below St.
Fereol
So we get some leetle pleasure till de long,
long winter go.
But if we start up singin' affer supper on de
camp
'Par derriere chez ma tante,' or 'Mattawa
wishtay,'
De boss he 'll come along den, an' put heem
out de lamp,
An' only stop hees swearin' w'en we all go
marche coucher.
We 've leetle boy dat winter from Po-po-lo-be-
lang
Hees fader an' hees moder dey're bote
A-ben-a-kee
An' he 's comin' , Injun Johnnie, wit' some
man de lumber gang
Was fin' heem nearly starvin' above on Lac
Souris.
De ole man an' de woman is tryin' pass de Soo
W'en water 's high on spring tam, an' of
course dey 're gettin' drown',
For even smartes' Injun should n't fool wit'
birch canoe,
W'ere de reever lak toboggan on de hill is
runnin' down.
So dey lef' de leetle feller all alone away up
dere
Till lumber gang is ketchin' him an' bring
him on de Cache,
But better if he 's stayin' wit' de wolf an' wit'
de bear
Dan come an' tak' hees chances wit' Cyprien
Palache.
I wonder how he stan' it, w'y he never run
away
For Cyprien lak neeger he is treat heem all
de sam'
An' if he 's wantin' Johnnie on de night or on
de day
God help heem if dat w'issle she was below
de secon'tam!
De boy he don 't say not'ing, no wan never see
heem cry
He 's got de Injun in heem, you can see it
on de face,
An' only for us feller an' de cook, he 'll surely
die
Long before de winter 's over, long before
we lef' de place,
But I see heem hidin' somet'ing wan morning
by de shore
So firse tam I was passin' I scrape away de
snow
An' it 's rabbit skin he 's ketchin' on de swamp
de day before,
Leetle Injun Johnnie 's workin' on de spirit
Windigo.
December's come in stormy, an' de snow-dreef
fill de road
Can only see de chimley an' roof of our
cabane,
An' stronges' team on stable fin' it plaintee
heavy load
Haulin' sleigh an' two t'ree pine log t'roo
de wood an' beeg savane.
An' I travel off wan day me, wit' Cyprien
Palache
Explorin' for new timber, w'en de win' be-
gin to blow,
So we hurry on de snow-shoe for de camp on
Coo Coo Cache
If de nor' eas' storm is comin', was de bes'
place we dunno-
An' we 're gettin' safe enough dere wit' de
storm close on our heel,
But w'en our belt we loosen for takin' off de
coat
De foreman commence screamin' an' mon Dieu
it mak' us feel
Lak he got t'ree t'ousan' devil all fightin' on
hees t'roat.
Cyprien is los' hees w'issle, Cyprien is los' hees
chain
Injun Johnnie he mus' fin' it, even if de win'
is high
He can never show hese'f on de Coo Coo
Cache again
Till he bring dat silver w'issle an' de chain
it 's hangin' by.
So he sen' heem on hees journey never knowin'
he come back
T'roo de rough an' stormy wedder, t'roo de
pile of dreefin' snow
'Wat 's de use of bein' Injun if you can 't
smell out de track?'
Dat 's de way de boss is talkin' , an' poor
Johnnie have to go.
If you want to hear de musique of de nort' win'
as it blow
An' lissen to the hurricane an' learn de way
it sing
An' feel how small de man is w'en he 's
leevin' here below,
You should try it on de shaintee w'en she 's
doin' all dem t'ing!
W'at 's dat soun' lak somet'ing cryin' all
aroun' us ev'ryw'ere?
We never hear no tonder upon de winter
storm!
Dey 're shoutin' to each oder dem voices on
de air,
An' it 's red hot too de stove pipe, but no
wan 's feelin' warm!
'Get out an' go de woodpile before I freeze
to deat''
Cyprien de boss is yellin' an' he 's lookin'
cole an' w'ite
Lak dead man on de coffin, but no wan go,
you bet,
For if it 's near de woodpile, 't is n't close
enough to-night!
Non! we ain't afraid of not'ing, but we don 't
lak takin' chance,
An' w'en we hear de spirit of de wil' A-ben-
a-kee
Singin' war song on de chimley, makin' all dem
Injun dance
Raisin' row dere, you don't ketch us on no
woodpile -no siree!
O! de lonesome night we 're passin' w'ile
we 're stayin' on dat place!
An' ev'rybody sheever when Jimmie Char
bonneau
Say he 's watchin' on de winder an' he see de
Injun face
An' it 's lookin' so he tole us, jus' de sam'
as Windingo.
Den again mese'f I 'm hearin' somet'ing
callin', an' it soun'
Lak de voice of leetle Johnnie so I'm
passin' on de door
But de pine stump on de clearin' wit' de w'ite
sheet all aroun'
Mak' me t'ink of churchyar' tombstone, an'
I can't go dere no more.
Wat's de reason we 're so quiet w'ile our
heart she 's goin' fas'
W'y is no wan ax de question? dat we're
all afraid to spik?
Was it wing of flyin' wil' bird strek de winder
as it pass,
Or de sweesh of leetle snow-ball w'en de win'
is playin' trick?
W'en we buil' de Coo Coo shaintee, she's as
steady as a rock,
Did you feel de shaintee shakin' de sam,
she's goin' to fall?
Dere's somet'ing on de doorway! an' now we
hear de knock
An' up above de hurricane we hear de w'issle
call.
Callin', callin' lak a bugle, an' he's jompin' up
de boss
From hees warm bed on de corner an' open
wide de door-
Dere's no use foller affer for Cyprien is los'
An' de Coo Coo Cache an' shaintee he'll
never see no more.
At las' de morning's comin', an' storm is blow
away
An' outside on de shaintee young Jimmie
Charbonneau
He's seein' track of snowshoe, 'bout de size of
doulbe sleigh
Dere's no mistak' it's makin' by de spirit
Windigo.
An' de leetle Injuin Johnie, he's all right I
onderstan'
For you'll fin' heem up de reever above de
Coo Coo Cache
Ketchin' mink and ketchin' beaver, an' he's
growin' great beeg man
But dat's de las' we're hearin' of Cyprien
Palache.
poem by William Henry Drummond
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Blanche Et Douce Colombe
Blanche et douce colombe, aimable prisonnière,
Quel injuste ennemi te cache à la lumière?
Je t'ai vue aujourd'hui (que le ciel était beau!)
Te promener longtemps sur le bord du ruisseau,
Au hasard, en tous lieux, languissante, muette,
Tournant tes doux regards et tes pas et ta tête.
Caché dans le feuillage, et n'osant l'agiter,
D'un rameau sur un autre à peine osant sauter,
J'avais peur que le vent décelât mon asile.
Tout seul je gémissais, sur moi-même immobile,
De ne pouvoir aller, le ciel était si beau!
Promener avec toi sur le bord du ruisseau.
Car, si j'avais osé, sortant de ma retraite,
Près de ta tête amie aller porter ma tête,
Avec toi murmurer et fouler sous mes pas
Le même pré foulé sous tes pieds délicats,
Mes ailes et ma voix auraient frémi de joie,
Et les noirs ennemis, les deux oiseaux de proie,
Ces gardiens envieux qui te suivent toujours,
Auraient connu soudain que tu fais mes amours.
Tous les deux à l'instant, timide prisonnière,
T'auraient, dans ta prison, ravie à la lumière,
Et tu ne viendrais plus, quand le ciel sera beau,
Te promener encor sur le bord du ruisseau.
Blanche et douce brebis à la voix innocente,
Si j'avais, pour toucher ta laine obéissante,
Osé sortir du bois et bondir avec toi,
Te bêler mes amours et t'appeler à moi,
Les deux loups soupçonneux qui marchaient à ta suite
M'auraient vu. Par leurs cris ils t'auraient mise en fuite,
Et pour te dévorer eussent fondu sur toi
Plutôt que te laisser un moment avec moi.
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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Aint No Cure For Love
I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It dont matter how it all went wrong
That dont change the way I feel
And I cant believe that times
Gonna heal this wound Im speaking of
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love.
Im aching for you baby
I cant pretend Im not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
Ive got you like a habit
And Ill never get enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure for love
There aint no drink no drug
(ah tell them, angels)
Theres nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subwayand I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I dont call soft enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I dont need to be forgiven for loving you so much
Its written in the scriptures
Its written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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The Leprechaun's Treasure
Trace the outline of the symmetry
The slicing slope that cuts a mystery
Buried in the golden exuberance
Are the skeletons and the woebegone
Misery that the treasure keeper
Held amidst the tumultuous
Disintegration of fragrance
The greedy leprechaun schemed
Calculating the perched birds for meal
But never feeding his hunger, because
The brows bridging the voracity
For monopoly overwhelms its screams
A ruse to pilfer the cache of jewelries
Is whispering a strong reckon
A temptation to end and shatter
The streak of puissant exultance;
Malignant tyranny of sensations,
Platter of reveries and reality.
poem by Norman Santos
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Being Boring
(tennant/lowe)
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I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
Dress in white one said, with quotations
From someones wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twenties
When youre young you find inspiration
In anyone whos ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: we were never feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: if youre not careful
Youll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
Id bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
Youd be sitting somewhere here with me
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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