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The Argus
Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born
Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus
All that he might help us see
Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease
Puzzled by the mountains - tricked by the sea
and the Argus is practiced compassion
with an eye on you, as one is on me
will the god eye grant his forgiveness
and allow he that's lived, a reason to see
Counting days and building walls, bells ring so's to warn
All the signs that guide us, chosen by the Argus
Tell me has chosen you
Led by form we'll shed our soul
Trusting like a child
See the dark face that saved us
Drink from his empty eyes
and the Argus is practiced compassion
with an eye on you, as one is on me
will the god eye grant his forgiveness
letting droplets of light erupt from the sea...
Lying in beds of garlic and orchids, he closes an eye, which closes another
and in sleep he dreams, of watching and looking and feather clouds dancing
He curls up his lid and sleeps...
Swirling with visions on man's confusion
All of the work, done just to appease him
The Argus he cries, though love has it's place in the sun
It's only man's fear that carries him on...
song performed by by Ween
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The Mole From The Ministry
If you think theres something wrong
Holes appearing on your lawn
Dont you blame the man next door
Its not him
Flowers walk from place to place
Dark spot moves around your face
Objects vanish without trace
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
And youll all bow down to me
Im the mole in your potting shed
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you wont catch me
(fish and visitors smell after three days)
If you thinks theres something strange
Garden starts to rearrange
From perfect lawn to mountain range
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
Working underground
And youll all bow down to me
Moving facts and figures all around
Im the mole in your potting shed
Undermine your world
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you shouldnt think me, no!
And you shouldnt think me
Mole
Mole
Mole
song performed by by Xtc
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Mankind
Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain;
And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room,
Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing;
But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind,
Works all her folly up, and casts it outward
To the world's open view.
poem by John Dryden
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Shortie 4: At Home Or Abroad
at home, all these mountains are ours
abroad, all these dreams are ours
at home, all the people are our brothers
abroad, they're not, they're the others.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Be Seen What Your Are Now
Having grown from the mole to a mountain,
You'll be seen as the mole by the people
Who have known you since you being a mole.
Be with others to be seen as a mountain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Down In The Hole
Watch your head on that root
Got to let your eyes adjust
Im sorry about your suit
Cant do nothing about the dust
Welcome down underground
Hunker down a spell
Gets to feel like home to me
Though I know it looks like hell
(chorus)
Down in the hole
Lord, its deep and the sides are steep
And the nights are long and cold
Down in the hole
Light and love and the world above
Mean nothing to the mole
(dont mean nothing to the mole)
Never gets real hot down here
Fifty five degrees
Its always a little bit damp, I fear
But Ive never seem to freeze
Mushrooms and earthworms
Fancy stuff to eat
A world of quiet comtemplation (oh, yes)
Just below the street
- chorus -
Im in a hole
Since I lost my baby
Living in a hole
Since I lost my girl
Would you play in the moonlight
Woul you dance in the dirt
Come home way past daybreak
Cockleburs all stuck in your shirt
Come back home to twilight
Come back home to me
Subterranean river you are
Meets the molten sea
- chorus -
song performed by by James Taylor
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Of The Mole In The Ground
The mole's a creature very smooth and slick,
She digs i' th' dirt, but 'twill not on her stick;
So's he who counts this world his greatest gains,
Yet nothing gets but's labour for his pains.
Earth's the mole's element, she can't abide
To be above ground, dirt heaps are her pride;
And he is like her who the worldling plays,
He imitates her in her work and ways.
Poor silly mole, that thou should'st love to be
Where thou nor sun, nor moon, nor stars can see.
But O! how silly's he who doth not care
So he gets earth, to have of heaven a share!
poem by John Bunyan
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The Complaints Of The Poor
And wherefore do the Poor complain?
The rich man asked of me,--
Come walk abroad with me, I said
And I will answer thee.
Twas evening and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold,
And we were wrapt and coated well,
And yet we were a-cold.
We met an old bare-headed man,
His locks were few and white,
I ask'd him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night:
'Twas bitter keen indeed, he said,
But at home no fire had he,
And therefore, he had come abroad
To ask for charity.
We met a young bare-footed child,
And she begg'd loud and bold,
I ask'd her what she did abroad
When the wind it blew so cold;
She said her father was at home
And he lay sick a-bed,
And therefore was it she was sent
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest,
She had a baby at her back
And another at her breast;
I ask'd her why she loiter'd there
When the wind it was so chill;
She turn'd her head and bade the child
That scream'd behind be still.
She told us that her husband served
A soldier, far away,
And therefore to her parish she
Was begging back her way.
We met a girl; her dress was loose
And sunken was her eye,
Who with the wanton's hollow voice
Address'd the passers by;
I ask'd her what there was in guilt
That could her heart allure
To shame, disease, and late remorse?
She answer'd, she was poor.
I turn'd me to the rich man then
For silently stood he,
You ask'd me why the Poor complain,
And these have answer'd thee.
poem by Robert Southey
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I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I pulled out my shovel
And dug a little hole
I dug even deeper
Trying to kill a mole
The digging was easy
The hole grew more and more
Then I thought to myself
I should have used my bore
I dug into the den
But the mole wasn't there
It was almost as if
It vanished in mid air
Then I saw a tunnel
It veered off to the right
So I thought to myself
I'd dig into the night
So I kept on digging
Until it petered out
Then I grew quite angry
So I had to shout
I never found that mole
But I did dig a hole
And filled it with a pole
Then formed a grassy knoll
Edwin Tanguma (10/4/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do --
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
quote by Gordon England
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Hunger
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle among roses
By the one who is sex hungry.
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle in a pudding
By the one who is food hungry.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Star-Nosed Mole
Mole, angel-dog of the pit,
digging six miles a night,
what's up with you in your sooty suit,
where's your kitchen at?
I find you at the edge of our pond,
drowned, numb drainer of weeds,
insects floating in your belly,
grubs like little fetuses bobbing
and your dear face with its fifth hand,
doesn't it know it's the end of the war?
It's all over, no need to go deep into ponds,
no fires, no cripples left.
Mole dog,
I wish your mother would wake you up
and you wouldn't lie there like the Pieta
wearing your cross on your nose.
poem by Anne Sexton
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You cannot buy wisdom abroad if there is none at home.
Abroad, they have covered pretty much all subjects, explored every possibility, every twist. So similarities between ideas you have and those filmed abroad are quite possible.
quote by Ajay Devgan
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America needs to be secure at home and abroad.
quote by Rick Larsen
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The old man at home, and the young abroad, lie after the same fashion.