When a heifer is far from home she grows longer horns.
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And If I Could See
And if I could see
The emotions are turning
The sea no longer breaking
The scream no longer sounding
And if I could see
Take me home
I want to be alone
I can’t stand your sound no more
Take me home
Where I am alone
Your face I detest
Your movements are a test
Take me home
And if I was to run
Can’t stand here no more
Can’t live another’s dream
And if I was to disappear
No longer would I care
No longer would I share
And if I could see
Take me home
Where I can speak my dream
Take me home
Where my thoughts are my own
No longer would I prove
What others disapprove
Take me home
poem by Helen Louise Swanson
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The horns of the sister are horns of gold; the horns of the wife are true horns.
You grow by drives
The bull got horns to fight with.
The horse has no horns for that.
The horse learnt running to escape by.
Skill grows in adopted ways,
As demanded by sex and safety.
It is a myth the God fevours
For each growth and each loss.
Gravels turn to pebbles by force
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Halos & Horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Tempted and tried with each step we take
We stumble and slide and make our mistakes,
Ask God to forgive us for all of our sins,
Then we take off our horns and wear halos again
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
We're praised or we're scorned, we either run or we faint
Oh, but life is a challenge from the day that we're born
Just tryin' to balance halos and horns
It's heaven or hell, halos or horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
But just because it feels right; well, that don't make it so
So we struggle through life in horns or halos
It's either horns or halos
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Home Is Not Where The Heart Lies
Home is not where the heart lies.
Home is where there are too many sins to name.
Home is where I cry too many times.
Home has no meaning.
Home is where all of my woes lie.
Home has no love for me.
Home makes me sad.
Home I cannot stand.
Home is where I get picked on most.
Home is where I hate most.
Home I wish would disappear.
Home is only adding to more of my troubles.
Home is where all my family hates me.
Home is where my sister won’t leave me alone.
Home is where my step father won’t stop picking on me.
Home is where my mum won’t stop babying me.
Home is no longer home.
Home has too many things to think about.
Home has too many too many troubles.
Home is where I do secrets no-one knows about.
Home is where everyone lies.
Home is not where the heart lies.
poem by Ellie Parker
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Two Of Us
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
Two of us sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and i have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and i have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
We're going home
Better believe it
song performed by by Beatles
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Beteral
My sorrows grows
rising like the shadows
without the summer sun
my tears of sorrow
are no longer my own
they mix and flow
where the crisom blood flows
upon this rock
that was my
home
I loose a mournful howl
that's full of sadness
for my lost home
I wimpier in dreadful
agony
It was him
he betrayed
he betrayed
my love my love
he was the one
the one whom betrayed
Me
poem by Erika Rayl
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Two Of Us
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someones
Hard earned pay
You and me sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters on my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches on our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road
That stretches out of here
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road
That stretches out of here
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someones
Hard earned pay
You and me sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
song performed by by Boney M.
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Soothe Me
Maybe I should wander
Through these streets a little longer
Hey new york city
Wont you welcome me back home
And darling I love you
But I swear that Ill be gone
By the time you figure out what you want
Maybe I should wander
Through my solitude a little longer
Turn your head now sailor
Well I used to be so much stronger
How in the hell did I get here
In this city so alone
Oh sometimes life seems so long
Chorus
You cant soothe me with your sweet voice
If I cant be your first choice
You cant soothe me with your deep eyes
If I cant be your first prize
You cant soothe me with affection
If its pointed in the wrong direction
Unless you think Im perfection
Unless you think Im perfection
Maybe I should wander
Through these streets a little longer
Find my ruthless angel
That will carry me back home
Cause we all wanna go home
And we search for love our whole lives
I found a man who only wants to be alone
Repeat chorus
Maybe down the road who knows
Youll get it together
With all your charm my hope grows
Its wonderful
But youre flirting only as a friend
You touch my heart
And promise everything
Itll be a mighty cold winter
Five million people
Couldnt one of them be you
And darling I love you
But I swear that Ill be gone
By the time you figure out
What you want
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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It’s the second day that I visit
It’s the second day that I visit
on the farm near Reivelo,
just past Vryburg.
They farm with cattle, goats,
a few sheep, muscovy ducks, turkeys
and chicken.
The scrambler bumps up and down
right through the field
and go past rocks and bushes,
while we drive along the rough field
and the hot wind
cut across my face
and there are places
where it cannot go.
It’s time to transform
young bulls to oxen,
to brand cattle
and to cut their horns
and I get a black stallion
to ride into the field.
My cousin rides in front
with a brown Arabian mare
and there are bushes
and flat slabs of rock
and small hillocks that we past
to try and round up young cattle
to the corral.
It’s nice to be a cattle herder
for a time
and to use legs and heels
and reigns,
to round up cattle in the field.
Every thing goes well until
I chase a young black bull
just to the entrance of the fold,
where it stops stubbornly
and doesn’t want to move
a feet further.
I jump out of the saddle,
fasten the reigns
to a small branch
and rush to the obstinate bull.
It stands and snorting
and stamp its feet
and when it sees me,
it rushes confused
at the horse.
That faithful horse stands firm
while the bulls horns swishes
onto the reigns
and the horse
stops that bull in its tracts,
that a piece of the bridle
breaks right off.
Then I am at the bull
and pull the reigns
out of its horns
and it walks meek
into the corral,
while in astonishment
I stand and look at that animal.
With a knee-strap
and pliers in the nose
we draw the bull to the ground
and when we shear it,
it moans like a heifer
and there’s a burning smell
that goes up from the branding iron
and I see the horns
dropp at my feet
and it’s another beast
when it stand on its feet.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bouncer
Do you remember, you said to me
That you would wait, wait for me eternally
Ive been wondering, and Ive been hoping
Your still the same, only you can say
Ill be so glad to be back with you
Ill do anything you want me to
Thats what I want, Ill be so happy, back home
I see your light, shine in my window
And I know you coming home
And as the light grows, grows ever brighter
I see your face, you are alone
And when I tell you all the things I have seen
Youll say that darling you must have been dreaming
Thats what I want, Ill be so happy, back home
Electric visions have crossed, strange decisions have crossed
I felt the stars above me, I have someone to love me
Thats what I want, Ill be so happy, back home
Believe me baby when I say, I wish I never, never,
Never, never, never be away
For the things that I see, be meant for the eyes of a time
And when we walk alone together
Thats how I want it to be, want it to be forever
Thats what I want, Ill be so happy
Thats what I want, Ill be so happy
Thats what I want, Id be so happy, back home
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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A Song
I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to polong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That thc heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman's satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thOught 'twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
poem by William Butler Yeats
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A House Is Not A Home
A house is not a home
and now neither is ours
the day you left there world
left our faces with a throne
and though you were ready
we still wish it didn't have to be
cause a house is not a home
when its filled with sadness and misery
Bickering and arguments
left this family in pieces
as rules and laws are bent
and friends go away like diseases
a house is not a home
if a smile no longer comes
and time no longer stops
a house is not a home
if a heart beat feels like a stomp
poem by Robert Roberts
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Show Me The Meaning Of Home
Home is your paradise
Home is your sanctuary
Show me the meaning of home
A home is the person residency
And in your home you can rest in peace
Because you won't find any violence inside of your home
Also at home during the Summer months the birds will at your porch
And you will be able to hear them singing early in the morning
But the good thing about Summer is that the days are longer
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Home
This place I once called home is no longer my home,
I am better off alone,
I know that you don’t care about me,
When you come home I am already stoned,
All you do is scream at me,
All you do is hit me when I don’t listen,
This is not my home,
I think I am better off alone,
By the time I come home I know that your not home,
When you get the chance all you do grape at me,
No matter how hard I have tried,
You were never satisfied,
This house is not home,
This place I once loved,
Now hated by few,
All you do is scream, grape, and hit me,
All I want to do is cut and bleed,
Yell and cry out all my tears,
This place is not my home,
I think I am better off alone.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Fever
When I get home from my job
I turn on my t.v.
But I cant keep my mind on the show
When I lay down at night
I dont get no sleep
So I turn on the radio
But, lord, the only thing I hear
Is you whisperin in my ear
The words that you used to say
Well, now the days grow longer
My love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse every day
I got a fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Nothing that a boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Left this little boy blue
I can remember comin home
See you standin at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
Or maybe out to a movie show
Something that youd like to see
Oh, you were my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
When you put your arms around me
Made me fell alright
Well, now the days grow longer
And my love just grows stronger
And the fever gets so bad at night
I got a fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fevernothing that a boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Left this little boy blue
Its gonna be alright, now
If I can make it to the morning
Im gonna be alright, now
If I can just make it to the morning
Its just this long and lonely nights
Everytime I close my eyes
All I see is her face
Everytime I shut my eyes
All I see is her face
But Im gonna be alright, now
Ill be alright, now
When I shut down all the lights
When I turn off all the lights
When I turn down all the lights
And when I lay my head on the pillow
I cant stop myself in thinking
Baby, where are you tonight?
Where is she tonight?
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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A Trick Of The Tail
Bored of the life on the city of gold
Hed left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye thats all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home.
song performed by by Genesis
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War Profits
THE horns of the moon are tipped
With pearl. Her lover, wooed
By charms and won, Endymion,
Inherits quietude.
White the gleam
Of the dream
On his eyes.
The horns of the sun are dipt
In ruddy flame that flings
Adventurous young Icarus
To earth on ruined wings.
But he flew,
But he knew
Winds and skies.
Lucifer's horns have a crust
Of gold and topaz gem
On points that thrust to yellow dust
The heart that covets them.
Heed! take heed!
For by greed
Glory dies.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Longer Boats
Longer boats are coming to win us
Theyre coming to win us, theyre coming to win us
Longer boats are coming to win us
Hold on to the shore, theyll be taking the key from the door.
I dont want no God on my lawn
Just a flower I can help along
cause the soul of no body knows
How a flower grows... oh how a flower grows.
Chorus
Mary dropped her pants by the sand
And let a parson come and take her hand
But the soul of no body knows
Where the parson goes, where does the parson go?
Chorus
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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For instance, if you're playing a record with drums - horns would sound nice to enhance it so you get a record with horns and slip it in at certain times.
quote by Grandmaster Flash
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