The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.
quote by Ted Hughes
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A boat came in; the cliff was baked;
The noisy boat-chain fell and clanked on
The sand-an iron rattle-snake,
A rattling rust among the plankton.
And two got out; and from the cliff
I felt like calling down, 'Forgive me,
But would you kindly throw yourselves
Apart or else into the river?
Your miming is without a fault-
Of course the seeker finds the fancied-
But stop this playing with the boat!
Your model on the cliff resents it.'
poem by Boris Pasternak
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when I met Sir Cliff
When I Met Sir Cliff
I once met Cliff Richard at a newsagent he bought a conservative paper
which, makes sense since he is loaded? Cliff smiled to everyone in the shop,
I did not, can’t see why I should smile buying a newspaper.
That is the difference between us except he can sing bland songs that are
pleasing to the ear and has got hair. We spoke he was pleased to have
someone to talk to who wasn’t an adoring fan. We drank wine, too much
and I walked him home, he lived nearby. He had forgotten his keys to
the gate, but jauntily jumped over the wall. And that was the last I saw of
Cliff, a slim bum disappearing behind a wall
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Two To The Power Of Love
(duet with cliff richards)
Janet: I know we just met, but I feel like Ive known you before
Cliff: but something about you my heart has been searching
Janet: I dont understand it, its over my head
Cliff: so dont try to solve it, just feel it instead. ooh
Chorus:
It isnt really such a mystery
Anyway you add it up it turns out to be
Attraction automatic, a simple mathematics
Two to the power of love
Janet: I look in your eyes and everything falls into place
Cliff: you dont have to say it, its written all over your face
Janet: by my calculation, Im falling for you
Cliff: its a perfect equation
Janet and cliff: and I know that its true
Repeat chorus
Janet and cliff:
Its complicated, but its easy to see
A combination that was meant to be
Its something you can count on
Repeat chorus
It isnt really just a shot in the dark
Somebody mustve worked it out on the chart
Attraction automatic, a simple mathematics
Two to the power of love
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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All I Ask Of You
CLIFF: No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears'.
I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
SARAH: Say you love me ev'ry waking moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always,
promise me that all you say is true, that's all, I ask of you.
CLIFF: Let me be your shelter, let me be your light;
You're safe no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.
SARAH: All I want is freedom, a world with no more night;
And you always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.
CLIFF: Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime,
let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you want me with you here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too, that's all I ask of you.
SARAH: Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime,
BOTH: Say the word and I will follow you.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning,
SARAH: Say you love me;
CLIFF: You know I do;
BOTH: Love me, that's all I ask of you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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If I lived back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, 'Hey look. He's carrying a soldering iron' and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, 'That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.' Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Chameleon hide
Marked beneath the moon
By blast of darkness shed in a tear
Dying beneath the dawn
In the minefields
Where to die is not the only death
Sunlit cliff cut bruises
Sunlit cliff cut scars
Chameleon hide
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Joe The Lion
Joe the lion
Went to the bar
A couple of drinks on the house an he said
Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car
Boy
Thanks for hesitating
This is the kiss off
Boy
Thanks for hesitating
Youll never know the real story
Just a couple of dreams
You get up and sleep
You can buy God its monday
Slither down the greasy pipe
So far so good no one saw you
Hobble over any freeway
You will be like your dreams tonight
You get up and sleep
You get up and sleep
Joe the lion
Made of iron
Joe the lion
Went to the bar
A couple of drinks on the house an he was
A fortune teller he said
Nail me to my car and Ill tell you who you are
Joe the lion, yeah yeah
Went to the bar, yeah yeah
A couple of dreams and he was
A fortune teller he said
Nail me to my car tell you who you are
You get up and sleep
The wind blows on your check
The day laughs in your face
I guess youll buy a gun
Youll buy it secondhand
And youll get up and sleep
Joe the lion
Made of iron
Joe the lion
Made of iron
Joe the lion
Made of iron
Joe the lion
Made of
song performed by by David Bowie
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Cliff Klingenhagen
Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine
With him one day; and after soup and meat,
And all the other things there were to eat,
Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine
And one with wormwood. Then, without a sign
For me to choose at all, he took the draught
Of bitterness himself, and lightly quaffed
It off, and said the other one was mine.
And when I asked him what the deuce he meant
By doing that, he only looked at me
And smiled, and said it was a way of his.
And though I know the fellow, I have spent
Long time a-wondering when I shall be
As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Cast Iron Arm
Orbison/petty/wilson
1957 johhny peanuts wilson
The other night me and my girl went bowling
The other night me and my girl went bowling
Went to a place called joes thats where everybody goes
When we walked in she turned every face in the place
When we walked in she turned every face in the place
A cool number jumped up and made a play for my girl
I said come on boy
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
Well the music was a-rockin and the place was a-jumpin with jive
Well the music was a-rockin and the place was a-jumpin with jive
Well the same cool number made the same wrong move
I hit him in the head
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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He who climbs a cliff may die on the cliff, so what? Always a risk-taker by nature, now I became one by intent.
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Look at your pride
Flaming with bitterness
On the brink of this cliff
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ego
Look at your pride
Flaming with bitterness
On the brink of this cliff
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cold Iron
Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all."
So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege,
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.
"Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- shall be master of you all!"
Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron -- Cold Iron -- was master of it all!
Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)
"What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?"
"Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all."
Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown --
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown.
"As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"
Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)
"Here is Bread and here is Wine -- sit and sup with me.
Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall
How Iron -- Cold Iron -- can be master of men all!"
He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread,
With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:
"See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,
Show Iron -- Cold Iron -- to be master of men all."
"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.
I forgive thy treason -- I redeem thy fall --
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"
Crowns are for the valiant -- sceptres for the bold!
Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold.
"Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all!
Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!"
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Summer Holiday
When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain...
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Cabinessence
Light the lamp and fire mellow,
Cabin essence timely hello,
Welcomes the time for a change.
Lost and found, you still remain there.
Youll find a meadow filled with grain there.
Ill give you a home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing.
Folks sing a song of the grange.
Nestle in a kiss below there.
The constellations ebb and flow there.
And witness our home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
(truck driving man do what you can)
Who ran the iron horse?
(high-tail your load off the road)
Who ran the iron horse?
(out of night-life-its a gas man)
Who ran the iron horse?
(I dont believe I gotta grieve)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in and out of luck)
Who ran the iron horse?
(with a buck and a booth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catchin on to the truth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the vast past, the last gasp)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the land, in the dust, trust that you must)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catch as catch can)
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Iron Head
What is the purpose
Demonoid phenomenon
Regulate the flux and reflux
So bring it on
Loose upon the world
Destruct a juggernaut
Suddenly the rats are high
Bleed the masses and watchem cry
Slumber like houdinis dog
Die alone out in the fog
Iron head- regenerate
Iron head-exterminate
Iron head-liberate and crucify you
What is my name
Demonoid phenomenon
Laugh in your face and
Break because you dont belong
Vent apon the brink
Appear another demi-god
Suddenly forever knows
What it takes and where it goes
Paint it black inside your head
I defy what you have said
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Bixby's Landing
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down
here in an iron car
On a long cable; here the ships warped in
And took their loads from the engine, the water
is deep to the cliff. The car
Hangs half way over in the gape of the gorge,
Stationed like a north star above the peaks of
the redwoods, iron perch
For the little red hawks when they cease from
hovering
When they've struck prey; the spider's fling of a
cable rust-glued to the pulleys.
The laborers are gone, but what a good multitude
Is here in return: the rich-lichened rock, the
rose-tipped stone-crop, the constant
Ocean's voices, the cloud-lighted space.
The kilns are cold on the hill but here in the
rust of the broken boiler
Quick lizards lighten, and a rattle-snake flows
Down the cracked masonry, over the crumbled
fire-brick. In the rotting timbers
And roofless platforms all the free companies
Of windy grasses have root and make seed; wild
buckwheat blooms in the fat
Weather-slacked lime from the bursted barrels.
Two duckhawks darting in the sky of their cliff-hung
nest are the voice of the headland.
Wine-hearted solitude, our mother the wilderness,
Men's failures are often as beautiful as men's
triumphs, but your returnings
Are even more precious than your first presence.
Submitted by Holt
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Sick And Tired Of...
im so sick of your lies
im so tired of the fights
i just want to sream
i just want to shout
im sick of what you did to me
your so blind u couldnt see
the pain your caused
to me, to my life...
© AJ CLIFF
poem by Adam Cliff
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Wrought iron is woman.
A raw iron is made to lava by puberty,
Cast to mould by consummation,
And solidified by child birth,
After which it is a wrought iron, the woman
07.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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