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Suppertime
Supper time
I should set the table
cause its supper time
Somehow Im not able
cause that man omine
Aint comin home no more
Supper time
Kids will soon be yellin
For their supper time
Howll I keep from tellin
Them that man omine
Aint comin home no more?
Howll I keep explainin when they ask me where hes gone?
Howll I keep from cryin when I bring their supper on?
How can I remind them to pray at their humble board?
How can I be thankful when they start to thank the lord
Lord!
Supper time
I should set the table
cause its supper time
Somehow Im not able
cause that man omine
Aint comin home no more
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Suppertime
Supper time
I should set the table
cause its supper time
Somehow Im not able
cause that man omine
Aint comin home no more
Supper time
Kids will soon be yellin
For their supper time
Howll I keep from tellin
Them that man omine
Aint comin home no more?
Howll I keep explainin when they ask me where hes gone?
Howll I keep from cryin when I bring their supper on?
How can I remind them to pray at their humble board?
How can I be thankful when they start to thank the lord
Lord!
Supper time
I should set the table
cause its supper time
Somehow Im not able
cause that man omine
Aint comin home no more
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Great discomfort arises from too hearty a supper: if you would enjoy a tranquil sleep let your supper be a light one.
Just Folks (Common Faith)
tater fed, cornbread,
chicken rolled in flour.
backyard plowed up,
supper in an hour.
short week, belt tight,
make do with what you got.
invite your neighbors over,
coffee dark and hot.
say a prayer, thank you,
lucky to be alive.
grandkids going crazy,
look over at your wife.
'there's enough, pass the plates',
talk settles down.
glad to be together,
watch the sun go down.
after supper, pick a tune,
pass the bottle round.
name a song, join in,
dont you love that sound?
kids winding down, sleepy eyes,
all too soon it's time to go.
one more song, everybody,
before you hit the road.
turn out the lights, crawl in bed,
with a twinkle in the eye.
been too long, day is done,
tonight's your lucky night.
curtains blow, nice and slow,
thinking about the years.
dont know about tomorrow,
but tonight it's good to be here!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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Supper is taken
One’s supper is mere bread
That he takes at home.
The other’s is rich pudding
That he gets at home.
Both return home for supper;
Both sleep with their wives.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Sing Me A Song
Sing me a song,
A song you and I know,
A song that will put me to sleep,
This song that I always listen to makes me cry,
Missing you with every inch on my heart,
Knowing that you will not return,
Sing me a song,
A song that will help me forget about you,
A song that will heal my heart,
A song of forgiveness,
Just sing a song,
A song that can not be forgotten,
A song so memorable,
Only a memory,
Sing me song,
A song that we will love,
A song we can not live with out,
Just sing me a song,
A song that only you and I know.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Last Supper
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate,
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged,
leaving and passing by them like a stranger.
The loneliness of old comes over him
which helped mature him for his deepest acts;
now will he once again walk through the olive grove,
and those who love him still will flee before his sight.
To this last supper he has summoned them,
and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)
their hands draw back from reaching for the loaves
upon his word: they fly across to him;
they flutter, frightened, round the supper table
searching for an escape. But he is present
everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.
[On seeing Leonardo da Vinci's "Last Supper", Milan 1904.]
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Shoe-Size
Please, try to tell me your shoe-size next time;
For there is something in the soup!
Cop, coop!
Lop, loop!
Desert, dessert!
Super, supper!
Upper, supper;
Upon the muse of love and of the muse of peace! !
But, this is all about your shoe-size.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Marriage Supper
To the man and his wives,
To the woman and her husband,
A white horse of words to lead the way;
But faithful and truth to the world so sweet.
Of the bridegroom and the bride,
Of the flame of fire to lead the way;
But the marriage supper is of the Lamb of love.
Life is like a man sold for his theft,
And do not practice astrology on this issue;
For the marriage supper is ready for you and i.
Of the first and the last,
And a shickle to the home of love;
But try to set set the mother bird free after catching the young.
The marriage supper,
Do not be ruled by your wives!
And do not set a stranger as your King;
For the taste of your many wives may lead you to many problems.
Of a black horse,
But its rider is dishonest and a lair;
And in the great River Euphrates,
I will be ready for your love at this supper.
Clouds of white doves,
Wings of pure love,
Like the doors of heaven!
For i have now seen the glory of the Creator.
At the marriage supper,
The harpers harping with their harps;
With others arrayed in white robes.
Of hands lifted towards heaven at this feast,
Give the little Book to read a line to all;
And at the table of the farmers like,
The farmers farming on their farms.
Of a reed like a measuring rod and,
According to their works on this day;
But honest weights nad measures are needed at the feast.
Of the spirit of life and the sweet of honey,
Like the money paid for this marriage;
But be part of the first resurrection to gain wisdom,
For the marriage supper is for you and i to attend.
Chosen virgins free of bonds,
Wrapped in the tallit of a man to guide you all;
And of the malak standing in the sun to watch us from above,
This marriage supper is for us all to attend.
Rain, grain, train, brain, drain;
Small and great to attend this mariage supper,
But my mind will always write to teach many.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sing Of A Song Of Life
a song in our eyes
a song in our imagery ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says
beyond future, beyond distances, beyond nothing,
a song that resembles your life, so tell it
in a song as if you were telling it in a story
poem by Anye'a B. Pinnock
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Supper
The supper of the red soup came with love,
And Veh came along with Xeh as the next door neighbours;
But Beh was my friend on the supper of the red soup,
And i will take Beh back home on this love.
The pictures of my mind brought up wonderful colours,
And of the muse of the red soup so enjoyed last night;
But i will take Beh back home to embrace my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lingering Supper
In a village-house alone an old couple
Both diabetic yet not with unhappy struggle
But with fond petty quarrels on matters trifle
Rice abandoned wheat prescribed
For them specially to be rolled
Chappatis.yes, chappati-supper for the old
Just the canines and incisors alive
Did she so want not to strive
Yet she contrived to somehow thrive
That glutinous dough balled up into bits
Rolled unwillingly into misshaped bits
Baked, only to come out as crusted biscuits
A hot rasam the gravy
Accompanying was supper ready
Seated to sup, her beloved hubby
Denture fixed properly, hungry tummy craving
Chappati bits smiling
Wide eyed burns winking...
Their intimacy never broke
Paces of life did they soak
In honeyed love; So did that grand-pa
Soak his supper in passion...
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The sing of song
it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always
a song in a single colour
that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman
Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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My Song
I have no song
But still I sing
I let my voice
Fly on wing
For even though
My heart is bare
I have a song
Yet to spare
The song I sing
It has not one word
But far and wide
It's ever heard
My song is
Universal see
Song of wild
Always free
Sung by many
Sung by one
Sung beneath
A dying sun
Song of joy
Yet song of pain
Song of long nights
In the rain
Song of battles
Song of strife
Song of death
But also life
I'll sing untill
I have no breath
And then I'll sing
My song in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Sad Song
Staring at my picture book
She looks like mary, queen of scots
She seemed very regal to me
Just goes to show how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wastin my time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
My castle, kids and home
I thought she was mary, queen of scots
I tried so very hard
Shows just how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wasting time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Love Needs
Rest after some time, then live my harmony,
No morning brings happiness like this one.
Supper of the day is not supper of the night,
May the sun shine too small this day,
For time ceases to be unique, this day.
My arms reach out to meet your day,
My legs carry my soul to you in the very day.
Walk forever in love, together we love the hours,
Together the living of a time is found.
To rest is to rest, and my harmony continues
To speak so long as my dying and living is for you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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The Last Song
This is the last song
The very last song tonight
And the song is blue
This is the last song
Yeah, the last song, hold me tight
Though I shouldnt be with you
This is the last time
The very last time Ill see you
Hold me close and dont you cry
This is the last song
The very last song tonight
And this song means goodbye
I wont forget the melody
That takes your love away from me
But I guess what will be will be
And tonight, in your arms
Is like heaven to me
But I belong to someone else
And shes waiting, waiting
Waiting for me
Goodbye, goodbye
And remember, remember me
And this song will be our song
And this song will be our song
And the last song for me
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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