He who is a mocker dances without a tamborine.
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Tamborine
Oh my God here u are
Prettiest thing in life Ive ever seen
Close my eyes whats it like,
Whats it like inside your tamborine?
Oh my god, there I go
Falling in love with the face in a magazine (uh oh, not again)
All alone by myself
Me and I play my tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
Long days, lonely nights
Tamborine
Long days, lonely nights
Tamborine
I dont care 4 1 night stands
With trolley cars
That juggle 17
I just want 2 settle down and
Play around
My babys tamborine
Tamborine what are u
Why are u the star of
All my dreams
(star of all my dreams, are u a good tamborine)
Are u good, are u bad
Are u just unnecessary means
Tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
Trolley cars
Long days, lonely nights
2 bad were not allowed 2 scream (yeah, yeah, too bad)
Guess that Ill stay at home
All alone and play my tamborine (aww)
Tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
Tamborine
The tamborine
song performed by by Prince
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King Of Intimidation
Spoken : the women of this family seem to feel that they owe it to the men
Of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.
For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when theyre afraid they let you speak for them
All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good christian behavior
For you we wax, we scale, and chicken our legs
For you we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it
We counted to 10 temporarily
And it was somethin about how you talk down to me
All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good christian behavior
The roles of compromising for the family, you dont want some
Theres only so much we can do to make your dress short
I am single
I am weary
Youre just jealous
Youre just confused
Youre just hungry
Youre in sin now
Youre not happy
You are petty
All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good christian behavior
He knows not of what he has wrongly done
Forgive his ignorant behavior
You are tortured
You are captured
You are busted
We were silent
You were tested
You knew better
You are lonely
Was it worth it?
La,la,la
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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The Song
When I came here I came here
I just came here to find
That one little girl
That is hidden behind
That old mill that old mill
That old mill out back
She's in that field In that field
In that field out back
And she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
She dances with stars the above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song her favorite song.
You'd believe that girl
But not her world.
Or see her face
When she cries everyday
Or know what to do
When you know what she's been through
And I can't believe
Now what I see
Cause she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
And dances with stars above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song.
And when she dances she dances
To her favorite song
She dances and dances
Because nothing is wrong
And when she dances
She reaches out far into love
She dances and dances
With the stars above
And even though she's small
She can make it through it all
She's as joyful as can be
When you see you'll believe
That nothing is wrong
When she is dancing to
Her favorite song.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Everybody Dance (The Dance Of The Dead)
As the sun sinks upon the horizon,
As the dark night creeps in,
The dead dance.
On the streets they roam,
Silent,
Alone.
Everybody dances,
The saints and the sinners,
Everybody dances,
To the sound of the rhythm,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
The dance of the dead goes on,
And on,
Never stops,
Never slows,
Time does not matter to the dead.
Everybody dances,
The poor and the rich,
Everybody dances,
To the cries to the babies,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
As your time goes up,
The dead dance into your room,
Filled with silent movements,
They twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
They reach out their hands,
And you take it,
And join the dance of the dead.
Everybody dance,
The young and the old,
Everybody dance,
The music is playing,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead.
C’mon,
Everybody dance,
Soldiers and lovers,
Oh,
Everybody dance,
To sound they cry,
So,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead.
Oh,
Everybody dances,
Because the dance never stops.
6/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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The mocked may grow up to dignity, but the mocker will never outgrow his juvenile behaviour.
The Simple
Wine is a mocker and,
Strong drink is a brawler!
So whoever is deceived by them is not wise;
But let the simple learn a lesson from them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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At Way of Village
At Way of Village
At way of village
In harmony with tom-tom
The dancer dances
Putting on nose ring
Wearing anklet on leg
Lolita dances
Dance with word time
Wind parody of season
Band of joy maker
Dance with flute
Bend waist looks as snake
Dance in pleasure
Flash of lightning
Causes swinging the earth
Come make dances
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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White surf dances up
curtsies to the beach and
dances back again
again and again and again
huddled in cuddle we - laugh!
tanka by Dónall Dempsey
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Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears all the rappers, they're doing my dances and they're making billions doing my dances. When they do that little thing they do with their hands that's The Fly and The Pony.
quote by Chubby Checker
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Dance Cheat
You are my dance-time lover
the one who dances dances dances;
while I sit at the table
with my husband.
I am bathed in music
and incipient Infidelity
because it is you I crave.
In my mind I get to move with you
your face always in change:
but in your dance
I reach for the evening sky;
expand,
moving with the energies,
losing myself to rhythms there.
Is it cheating?
It is.
Dancing's the blame
and a heart structure
which has no power against
dancers who seduce
wives
with music
and bodies which ungulate.
I am warm.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Dance
See the picture in the hall
Framed in magic on the wall
Aint it funny how it glows
Whats on the inside
No one knows
What makes this picture
So inviting
To those who stand outside it
Maybe its the dancers
Or maybe its the dance
The dancer dances
Thousands fill the gallery
They pay their price to see a dream
They can make believe for free
Two hours worth of fantasy
Maybe they pretend
The pictures them
Or maybe they just love
To sit and blend
Tonight the picture has no frame
Colours unleash and float away
To each and everyone of you
Tonight the spirit brings the news
You become a part of it all
Thousands turn to one in the hall
You become the dancer
And we become the dance
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
And we become the dancer
And you become the dance
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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God Don't Own A Car
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion i have made
Is god don't own a car
He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay a tourist fare
So he could sit with us
He don't have no tamborine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on earth
The words they are his own
And when we finally reach his home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why god don't own a car
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Little Dancing Girl With A Black Hair
the little dancing girl
has a long black hair
with twin dimples
on her mabolo cheeks
she dances in the air
she dances in the water
in the hills, in the clouds
at night, in vast space
she dances in my dreams
when i am sober
when i am drunk
when i am engrossed
in something else
she is the brown little girl
with a long black hair
the dancing girl like a
whirlpool in my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kindred
A flame dances over
its sustaining logs
Piercing the dark with light My mind dances over
its structural maze
Probing the dark with thought
poem by David Freed
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In Between Dances
(craig bickhardt/barry alfonso)
Theres room at my table, why dont you pull up a seat
The musics inviting but Im staying off of my feet
The floors getting crowded, but I dont wanna take part
I bet you can guess its got something to do with my heart
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
The partners are chosen, look at them waltzing away
The tempo gets slower, closer and closer they sway
Ive had my moments when I could get lost in the sound
But when the song ended the one in my arms let me down
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
Have you been in my shoes
I search your eyes for signs
Will you remain, remember my name
After its closing time
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Lord Krishna in a butterfly
krishna, krishna
the hindu gods
each time we meet
he dances in a butterfly
he dances in a butterfly
into the commuter train
as i went for an interview
in the house
when i moved in
krishna a butterfly
so shapely
so stylish
krishna, krishna, krishna
the world dances with it
in a million ways
and shades
dance, dance, dance
flaps, flaps, flaps
up down, down up,
so quietly it sits
in meditation at times too
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rain Dances
When rain dances steps of silver
In unseen ballet shoes
Hazy sunshine lights the fuse
Of waiting Autumn hues.
As darkness snares us sooner
The light is strictly lunar
yet I see you burning bright
By window in candlelight.
As Summers' body changes
Morning mist arranges
Orchards to explode
In colour with sweetest scent
Where lonely traveller rode
And rain dances came and went.
Yes, the season still remains
When August hands the reins
To the grower of the grains
To welcome harvest for his pains.
We all reap what was sown
What you give is what you own
As rain dances on alone.
poem by Kevin East
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In Between Dances
As life moves at a quicker pace,
separation is a spectre
that not far away looms.
One day you look around
and your partner isn’t there.
Once again, you find yourself
stuck in between dances somewhere.
Sometime love leaves you
and you’re stranded on a loveless shore.
Never knowing which way to go anymore.
You feel lost and lonely
in between dances once again,
but all the time you’re hoping
you can get up and dance again.
3 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Dancer Of Swords
the dancer of swords
dances with skilled practice
long years practice preparing
the dancer of swords
dances crimson dance of death
brief moments red blood flowing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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