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My Heart Belongs To Telstra
My heart belongs to Telstra
That’s where my heart belongs
My heart belongs to Telstra
So let’s sing the Telstra song.
There is Telstra and there’s BigPond
For the ‘phone and internet
Their services are priceless
So it’s higher bills you’ll get.
And their customer service
Is so efficient, really great
Whenever there’s an issue
Then it’s just your problem, mate.
They say we need fast broadband
To catch up with all the rest
When only a few months ago
They said BigPond was the best.
They do lots of advertising
With a warm and friendly feel
Saying please come back to Telstra
And if you do you’ll get a deal.
Their deals are quite amazing
There must be one that’s right for you
To play your part Telstra’s future
By increasing revenue.
My heart belongs to Telstra
That’s where my heart belongs
My heart belongs to Telstra
So let’s sing the Telstra song.
poem by David Keig
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Song of Wrongs
Some songs are trapped, while other songs are free
Some songs can linger, while others need a key
Some songs look Heavenward to find a place to be
While most songs have homes, some songs aren't so lucky
Which song would you rather hear
The song of hope, or the song of fear
The song that has everything, or the song that needs care
The song you care nothing for, or the song you revere
I'd like to listen to all of those forgotten songs
Not the song of rights, I want the song of wrongs
I want the song of solitude hiding in the throngs
I want the song that has no place to which it belongs
poem by Bianca Free
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A Song
I would like to write a song
That is so vibrant and so intimate
That the earth would adopt it
As if it had sprung like the stream
From the lands memory
As if no one had written it but life itself
And my song would travel along
From bird to wing, to tree
To breeze to heart to breath to song
Because a song belongs to everyone
Like the spring
song performed by by Vangelis
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Song
I would like to write a song
That is so vibrant and so intimate
That the earth would adopt it
As if it had sprung like the stream
From the lands memory
As if no one had written it but life itself
And my song would travel along
From bird to wing, to tree
To breeze to heart to breath to song
Because a song belongs to everyone
Like the spring
song performed by by Vangelis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Who Can See It
Ive been held up,
Ive been run down
I can see quite clearly now
Through those past years,
When I played towing the line.
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now,
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
Ive lived in fear,
Ive been out there,
Ive been round and
Seen my share
Of this sad world
And all the hate,
That its stirred
I only ask,
That what I know,
Should not be denied me now
As its been learned,
And I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it.
My love belongs to who . . .
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bacause The Night
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I a doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring a telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep,
with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, oh I cannot live,
forgive the yearning burning
I believe it's time to heal to feel,
so take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Because The Night
[ springsteen/smith ]
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt, baby, when Im alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Who knows? Maybe my life belongs to God. Maybe it belongs to me. But I do know one thing: I'm damned if it belongs to the government.
quote by Arthur Hoppe
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The Enchanted Melody
The enchanted melody
Belongs to a song
And that song
I dedicate to you
Today
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Music And Song
To song and to music people dance along
And life all the better for music and song
When the musicians play and the singers do sing
Great joy to so many they always do bring
Music and song belongs to all people not to any one race
And amongst every culture commands a high place
From the North to the South Pole from Brazil to France
To song and to music people inspired to dance
The gifts of the gods to humanity
Without song and music far worse off we would be
To every tune ever born there's a song to be sung
And music and song are for the old and the young
They were born as soul mates and as soul mates they remain
And for music and song let us hear it again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ive Got Five Dollars
Mister shylock was stingy
I was miserly too.
I was more selfish
And crabby than a shellfish.
Oh, dear, its queer
What love can do!
Id give all my possessions
For you
Ive got five dollars
Im in good conditions
And Ive got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts beyond endurance
On my life insurance
That belongs to you!
Ive got a heart
That must be spurtin!
Just be certain
Ill be true
Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart and hollers!
Evrything Ive got belongs to you!
Ive got five dollars
Eighty-five relations
Two lace combinations
They belongs to you!
Two coats with collars
Ma and grandma woreem
All the moths adore em
They belongs to you!
Ive got two lips
That care for mating
Therefore waiting
Will not do!
Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart and hollers!
Evrything Ive got belongs to you!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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My Love Belongs To You
My nights belong to the sandman
'Cause I sure like a dream
My morning's belong to the wild-woods
'Cause I like to hear the birds sing
My soul belongs to heaven
My feet belong to my shoes
Oh, but baby my love belongs to you
My thoughts belong on tomorrow
'Cause today is all but gone
My memories belong on yesterday
'Cause I like to recall
My wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
But baby my love belongs to you
My love belongs to you
You and only you
These words are my heart talking
Believe me girl they're true
--- Instrumental ---
Oh, my wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
Oh, but my baby you know my love belongs to you
But baby my love belongs to you!...
song performed by by Alabama
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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The One I Love Belongs To Somebody Else
The one I love belongs to somebody else
She means her tender songs for somebody else
And even when I have my arms around her
I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else
The hands I held belong to somebody else
Ill bet theyre not so cold to somebody else
Its tough to be alone on the shelf
Its worse to fall in love by yourself
The one I love belongs to somebody else
The one I love belongs to somebody else
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The Dark Belongs to the Feral Ones
A lone assistant, an all-night stand
Somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
Flash of a blade behind a door
The dark belongs to the feral ones
Mayhem & menace, muggings & fear
Somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
Drugs and litter and fights, and beer
The dark belongs to the feral ones
Boots that stamp on a victim's face
Somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
Is it the fault of blood, or place?
The dark belongs to the feral ones
Gym-slip bride in her council flat
Somebody's daughters and somebody 's sons
She's the local hoodies' welcome mat
The dark belongs to the feral ones
Speed and jellies and hash and smack
Somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
Dealers in playgrounds pushing crack
The dark belongs to the feral ones
Gangs, graffiti and poxed-up sex
Somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
Smash society..clear its decks
The dark belongs to the feral ones
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Helps Me Helps You
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the things I need
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the mouths I feed
Have I got a wonderful deal for you
What belongs to me belongs to you
I understand what youre going through
I know the point to push you to
My policy helps me helps you
Generosity helps me helps you
Conspiracy helps me helps you
Put you trust in me Ill help you too
Look at all the things Ive done
Look at all the rights I wrong
The means will justify the end
For you to save and me to spend
Cos Ive got a great idea you see
What belongs to you belongs to me
I know just what you wanna do
I know how I can get there too
Hypocrisy helps me helps you
Democracy helps me helps you
Ideology helps me helps you
Put your trust in me Ill help you through
(hirst/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Because The Night
Take me now, baby
Here as I am
Hold me close
Try and understand
The sirens hunger
Is the fire I breathe
Love is the banquet
On which we feed
Come on now
Try and understand
The way I feel
When Im in your hands
Take my hand
As the sun descends
You cant touch me now
Cant touch me now
Cant touch me now...
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
If we believe in the fact were lovers
If we believe in the fact were trust
If we believe in the fact were lovers
Because the night belongs to love
song performed by by Waterboys
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Soulful Beats
Can I write a song with words that bring the beat to life with rhythm that feels alive deep into the core of your soul? The meaning hidden and buried for another intellect to feel the magic with the cords of there heart like my lover that smiles at me as the rain dances around her, above her, with her. She is my reason for this verse, this chorus, this repeat of a string of melodies that always see the light in her. She does not belong here in this place of confusion and misdirection of the minds.
She belongs in the arms of nature, smiling at the sky and watching all the beautiful universe pass her by. She is not a copy of perfection, yet she is not perfect, but seems to belong to an imperfect person. I cannot write a song without her eyes of knowledge that has read me through the years to make me a book of holiness to her. The music is between us and plays as we play. It is our love song, wedding song, anniversary song, birth song, happy ever after song and a funeral song. She hums the tune when she loves me and it our song that sings together that we are happy.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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Just a Song – Just a Word
I am just a song
That belongs to you
A sweet melody
Lingering though
Its eternal affair
Drips from the clouds
In the autumn air
Over you
I am just a line
In the harmony of time
A flowering shade
Its tinctured grade
That love has made
On summer leaves
In moments eves
You and I
Could long for long
Be a song in our song
Its blissful breeze
That gives fresh overlay
In an evening song
The tones that play
When the love is young
I am just a word
That passes on free
Something that comes
From inside of me
Like daybreak that rises
In yellow to red
The colors and spices
From natures thriving bed
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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I Hear America Singing
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat--the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter's song--the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
poem by Walt Whitman
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