He who led me in the night, will be thanked by me at daybreak.
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Playin In The Band
Some folks trust to reason others trust to might,
I dont trust to nothin, but I know it comes out right.
Say it once again now, whoa, I hope youll understand
When its done and over, lord, a man is just a man.
Playin, playin in the band. daybreak, daybreak on the land.
Some folks look for answers others look for fights,
Some folks up in treetops just a looking for their kites.
Whoa, I can tell your future just look whats in your hand,
But I cant stop for nothin Im just playing in the band.
Playin, playin in the band. daybreak, daybreak on the land.
Standin on a tower world at my command
You just keep a turnin while Im playing in the band.
And if a man among you got no sin upon his hand
Let him cast a stone at me for playing in the band.
Playin, playin in the band. daybreak, daybreak on the land.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Daybreak
Im singin to the world
Its time we let the spirit come in
Let it come on in
Im singin to the world
Everybodys caught in the spin
Look at where weve been
Weve been runnin around
Year after year blinded with pride
Blinded with fear
But its daybreak if you wanna believe
It can be daybreak aint no time to grieve
Said its daybreak if youll only believe
And let it shine, shine, shine
All around the world
Singin to the world
Whats the point in puttin it down?
Theres so much love to share
Im singin to the world
Dont you see it all comes around
The feelings everywhere
Weve been closin our eyes
Day after day covered in clouds
Losin our way
Hey, but its daybreak if you wanna believe
It can be daybreak aint no time to grieve
Said its daybreak if youll only believe
And let it shine, shine, shine
All around the world
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Brighten Your Night With My Day
Daybreak finds you up and alive
Just as though you could touch a star
But sunset seems to leave you weary alone
And wondering who you are
Dont deny that lonely feeling
That keeps stealing on you from deep down inside
Hey, cant you see that its no good concealing
A feeling it hurts you to hide
When you can come home to me
Yes, Im happy to hear what youve got
To say to me, baby, all the way
Girl, you can count on me
Watch those shadows fade away
And brighten your night with my day
Daybreak, sunset hot and cold
Running smiles and tears
A bright outside to match your foolish pride
But not a word for the lonely years
Please come back to me
Now you wont have to say
That youll stay with me, baby, no, its not that way
Just come back home to me
Watch those shadows fade away
And brighten your night with my...
Daybreak, sunset
You dont have to cry no more
Now, everythings gonna be just fine
Watch out, baby, here it comes
Right around the corner
Here it comes
Just brighten your night with my day
song performed by by James Taylor
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Phenomenon
How dark the night has become
that even the Southern Cross fades away
for hours before daybreak
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if this darkness swallows everything
and even the moon is under siege
and stargazers wonder what awaits humanity
while the darkness challenges their science and equipment
and how dark night has become.
No science can explain it and there is something unreal
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
as if this darkness swallows everything
and this phenomenon draws the attention of the whole of humanity
and there are politicians making wild theories
for hours before daybreak
and religious leaders get upset
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
and they lay charge after charge
and there are deliberated with the key question:
how dark the night has become?
Preachers rise and are convinced that man does not serve God right
and that judgement is at hand
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
and that something is going to hit earth with a bang
and the destiny of man is loudly lamented
for hours before daybreak
as if God is deciding the lot of man,
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and the judgement is at hand
and people even think of an outer space invasion
and alarmed they drive up and down.
How dark the night has become
for hours before daybreak
and the darkness just keeps on and on
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and even the moon is under siege.
poem by Gert Strydom
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For 10 years of my life, 3 times a day, I thanked the Lord for what I was about to receive and thanked him again for what I had just received, and then we lost touch and I suddenly thought, where is he now
quote by Tom Stoppard
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Daybreak
daybreak, still limbs lace
to gray sky, wait for the next
storm to shake open
morning, still sleeping
shuttered windows conceal the
cold face of daybreak.
poem by Steven Federle
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When I'm not thanked at all, I'm thanked enough, I've done my duty, and I've done no more.
quote by Henry Fielding
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The God Is Privileged
John gave me a job; I thanked the God.
He then dismissed me; I didn’t curse Him.
Peter rescued me; I thanked the God.
Ram deserted me; I didn’t curse Him.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He who talks to you while travelling at night is thanked in the morning.
The night now befalls,
Dark roses grow till daybreak
- Sunshine summer calls
haiku by Peter S. Quinn
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Lover's Gifts XLVII: The Road Is
The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all
day, she sings to my dreams all night.
My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at
each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and
her every new kiss is the first kiss to me.
The road and I are lovers. I change my dress for her night
after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside
inns when the day dawns.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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We sat down and read it for the first time and I thanked God under my breath, because they were all so good. And my leading ladies are both exceptional. I mean, everybody in the play. I could just go on all night about them.
quote by Gavin MacLeod
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Last Night, I Died
Last night, I died
And there was no one there
There was no one for me to speak to
Except for GOD; who I did in prayer.
I asked GOD then to forgive me
And please, erase the sins of this man
Then I asked him to watch over my family and friends
And then I asked him please; hold my hand.
And as I lay there dying
Unto GOD I freely spoke
I thanked him for all the gifts he gave me,
I thanked him for all the words I wrote.
Then I closed my eyes and had memories
But not of the bad times, only the good,
Then I thought of the people I loved and trusted,
Not because I had to, but because I should.
And while I was there still alone
Awaiting for death to take my life,
I began to cry, but not for me
But for my son, and the woman I call wife.
Then I thought in Heaven who would walk with me
When I arrived, in my new home,
Then I thought who would be with me
Or in Heaven I thought, Would I walk alone.
And as I awaited For my life to end
I worried as I began to think of everyone else,
The sting of death really didn't bother me,
But only knowing, I would die by myself.
And then at last death it came,
And there for me, no one had cried
Because no one knew that I left this world
Because no one knew, last night I had died.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Wild Old Wicked Man
BECAUSE I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
'Kind are all your words, my dear,
Do not the rest withhold.
Who can know the year, my dear,
when an old man's blood grows cold? '
I have what no young man can have
Because he loves too much.
Words I have that can pierce the heart,
But what can he do but touch?'
Daybreak and a candle-end.
Then Said she to that wild old man,
His stout stick under his hand,
'Love to give or to withhold
Is not at my command.
I gave it all to an older man:
That old man in the skies.
Hands that are busy with His beads
Can never close those eyes.'
Daybreak and a candle-end.
'Go your ways, O go your ways,
I choose another mark,
Girls down on the seashore
Who understand the dark;
Bawdy talk for the fishermen;
A dance for the fisher-lads;
When dark hangs upon the water
They turn down their beds.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
'A young man in the dark am I,
But a wild old man in the light,
That can make a cat laugh, or
Can touch by mother wit
Things hid in their marrow-bones
From time long passed away,
Hid from all those warty lads
That by their bodies lay.
Dayhreak and a candle-end.
'All men live in suffering,
I know as few can know,
Whether they take the upper road
Or stay content on the low,
Rower bent in his row-boat
Or weaver bent at his loom,
Horseman erect upon horseback
Or child hid in the womb.
Daybreak and a candlc-cnd.
'That some stream of lightning
From the old man in the skies
Can burn out that suffering
No right-taught man denies.
But a coarse old man am I,
I choose the second-best,
I forget it all awhile
Upon a woman's breast.'
Daybreak and a candlc-end.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Fugue of Death
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he
whistles his dogs up
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in
the earth
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the
sky it is
ample to lie there
He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others
you sing and you play
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are
his eyes
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on
for the dancing
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents
He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a
master from Germany
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you
shall climb to the sky
then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie
there
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from
Germany
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and
drink you
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are
blue
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit
you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a
grave
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a
master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith.
poem by Paul Celan
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Last Night When We Were Young
(e. harburg/h. arien)
Last night when we were young
Love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real, so bright, ages ago, last night
Today, the world is old
You flew away, and time grew cold
Where is that star
That seems so bright
Ages ago, last night
To think that spring had depended
On merely this, a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid
Could slip away in one little daybreak
So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
The arms that clung, when we were young last night
So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
The arms that clung, when we were young last night
Last night, oooooh, last night, ooooooh, last night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Dance the Night Away
Dance the night away
For a beautiful dreaming
Meet your longing in a day
Like a daybreak beaming
Romantic feelings inside
That in night you found
Thru your day will glide
Till your dreams come around
Dance the night to heart
Find shades you adore
It’s a fresh morning start
Like your own wishing star
All the moods in the hour
From a moon-lited night
Is your blooming flower
In your romantic flight
Dance the night and find
What dreams are made of
Leave your worries behind
On dream wings and its love
If you still are in doubt
In a nighttime like this
Look at clouds far about
In their magic and bliss
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Who Am I To You?
Dear Dad,
Dear Mum,
Dear Brother,
Dear Sister,
Dear Friend,
Dear Lover,
Dear Reader,
Who am i to you?
I am like the dream you had last night,
But it was already gone when you were awake;
I am like the country and the blues you heard in the club last night,
But i was out of your mind so soon during daybreak;
I am like the Kinshasa Symphony and,
I will always remind you people of my true identity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Psalm 107
Those who wander far from God
And find no place to dwell
they begin to hunger and to thirst
As they approach the gates of hell
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
He satisfies the longing soul
He fills the hungry heart
He gives living water from above
And every soul a brand new start
Those who dwell in darkness
And refuse to hear their God
Their hearts are brought down very low
As they rebel against God's word
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
He has broken down the gates of bronze
And cut the bars of iron in two
The gates of hell shall not prevent
The Lord and what He has to do
Those who say there is no God
Are fools and are afflicted
Their sins will lead them near to death
Unless they are convicted
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
Gods children often times are caught
In storms that God did send
They discover that they need Gods help
As they come to their wits end
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
God hears the cries of those who call
He creates rivers in the barren place
But the proud mans voice is never heard
From them He turns His holy face
poem by Frank McEleny
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Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
he writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are
flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a
grave
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes
there one lies unconfined
He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you
others sing now and play
he grabs at teh iron in his belt he waves it his
eyes are blue
jab deper you lot with your spades you others play
on for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you
at sundown
we drink and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master
from Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then
as smoke you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one
lies unconfined
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink
and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in
the air
He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is
a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith
Translated by Michael Hamburger
poem by Paul Celan
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