I have grown up but that should be a positive thing. When you look at a photo album it's lovely to remember being so young but it's also good to know you grew up!
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Photograph
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...
poem by Sirius White
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Tis the Season For Reflection
'Tis the season for reflection.
Let's reflect upon this year.
Was it one that you'll remember
all the good that did appear?
Or will the good be overshadowed
by the painful times that came?
Your attitude towards those around you,
was it different or the same?
We cannot change the sins of others
but we can if they're our own.
The year has come and gone so quickly.
Was it one in which you've grown?
Grown in spirit towards each other,
grown in tolerance for all men,
grown in peaceful ways of thinking,
grown in every way you can?
'Tis the season for the carolds
calling for good will towards men.
Let's be thankful for the singing
and reflect on this year again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In The Event...
In the event of my absence,
Remember me for the good and the bad.
Speak about the bad don't leave it out.
Speak about the good times we shared together, when I will be gone.
Use my photo often like a daily prayer.
Remember my laughter and jokes.
And for every time u crack a bottle open,
Don't forget these wines and cocktails.
Drink one for me in the event of my absence.
Remember me as the one u use to hate,
The quiet one, the one u seek advise from.
Also the one u use to love and crush on.remember me in all ways u can.
Till u we meet again.
Remember me! ! !
poem by Donavan Avril
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Life Lesson
Listen to all
Listen to none
But remember this thing
You are the one who realize
Learn everything
Learn nothing
But remember this thing
You are the one who understand
Go everywhere
Go nowhere
But remember this thing
You are the one who search
Believe the hard one
Believe the easy one
But remember this thing
You are the one who follow
Think the worst
Think the finest
But remember this thing
You are the one who decide
Read what’s written
Read what’s hidden
But remember this thing
You are the one who feel
See the dark
See the light
But remember this thing
You are the one who watch
Dream the ordinary
Dream the impossible
But remember this thing
You are the one who hope
Try the best
Try the rest
But remember this thing
You are the one who fight
Say it straight
Say it carefully
But remember this thing
You are the one who mean it
Love you care
Love you don’t
But remember this thing
You are the one who give
Live the truth
Live the lie
But remember this thing
You are the one who grow
Do what you desire
Do what’s been ordered
But remember this thing
You are the one who responsible
Touch it rough
Touch it smooth
But remember this thing
You are the one who keep
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Remember Me
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Bye baby, see you around
Didnt I tell you I wouldnt hold you down
Take good care of yourself, yhear
Dont let me hear about you shedding a tear
Youre gonna make it
Youre gonna take it
Remember me as a sunny day
That you once had, along the way
Didnt I inspire you a little higher
Remember me as a funny clown
That made you laugh when you were down
Didnt I boy, didnt I boy
Remember me as a big balloon
At a carnaval that ended too soon
Remember me as a breath of spring
Remember me as a good thing
Bye baby, see you around
I already know about the new love youve found
What can I do but wish you well
What we had was really swell
I wont forget it, I have no regrets
Remember me as a sound of laughter
And my face the morning after
Didnt the sky beckon us to fly?
Yes, youl remember the times we fought
But dont forget me in your tender thoughts
Please darlin oh yeah
Remember me when you drink the wine
Of sweet succes and I gave you my best
Remember me every song you sing
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a sunny day
Please darling, remember me as a good thing
Remember me when you drink the wine
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a big balloon
Dont forget me darling
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Let's Go Away For A While
I think this song is an instrumental. And it's also a Beachboy cut from the
Petsounds album. I remember that for two reasons--listening to the album and
not being sure why a Beachboy song would appear here, and reading a Rolling
Stone review.
I remember this Rolling Stone Magazine article complaining about the fact that
Brian Wilson used the song at the end of the album. I'm pretty sure that
song performed by by Neil Young
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Memories
Memories
Are nothing
But a photo album
Of the mind
poem by David Kush
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Each thing leapfrogs. I do a Genesis project - like now, we're just finishing off an album - and then by the time the album is doing its thing, I could do nothing or I could do a film.
quote by Phil Collins
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When I Was Young
(e. burdon, d. briggs)
Producer: carter
Album: the collected recordings (94), private dancer emi centenary edition (96)
B-side of the better be good to me single
The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
The times were very hard
When I was young
When I was young
I smoked my first cigarette at ten
And for boys I had a bad yen
I had quite a ball
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
When I was young
I met my first love at thirteen
He was brown, and I was pretty green
I learned quite a lot
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
My faith was so much stronger then
I believed in fellow men
I was so much older then
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young
song performed by by Tina Turner
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I Remember You
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
I remember you
Youre the one that made my dreams come true
Just a few kisses ago
I remember you
Youre the one who said I love you too
Yes I do
Didnt you know
I remember too, a distant bell
And stars that fell, like the rain
Out of the blue
When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thril of them all
Then I will tell them I remember
Tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you
I remember too, a distant bell
And stars that fell, like the rain
Out of the blue
When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all
Then I will tell them I remember
Tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you
Words by johnny mercer, music by victor schertzinger
song performed by by John Denver
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Late Wife
The photo album of your
Wedding
You still have
In the bookshelf
At your living room
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A dream collage is pictures of your goals. It is like your future photo album.
quote by Bo Bennett
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A Photograph of mother
A young girl poses for a photo,
soft features, plump hands, full lips,
a sweet expression, under an archway of flowers
hung in spring and blooming now.
One day, the girl in the photograph
will be my mother.
She'll grow weary, lose her youthful glow.
toil and sweat.
She'll suffer pain, great hardship
but she'll not want for love
for that I will give
all the rest of her life.
Her journey has not yet begun,
look in her eyes, see how they glisten,
they yearn for the future,
for happiness and fun.
Somehow, if only I could warn her,
let her know life's pitfalls
but I am but a thing of the night
not yet born, waiting……
My opening lines have not
been written, I'm just thoughts, drifting….
Peacefully I sleep, quietly,
as she poses for her photo.
Some day, when she has gone
when she dies, I will remember this moment
and write a poem about
her photograph
poem by Ruth Walters
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When
When?
When did the snowfall
Lose it’s magic?
When did the night sky
Commence to look small?
It was when I grew up…
When did the past
Become so tragic
When did the shadows
Start to fall
It was when I grew older…
When did the sunset
Lose it’s wonder
When did the sunrise
Lose it’s ability to awe
It was when I grew old and jaded…
When did people’s names
Become so hard to remember
When did I lose
The love of September
I think… I think it was when I got older still….
When did I start crying
At the smallest sad thing
When did my memory
Begin to take wing
I think it was….I’m almost sure it was…
But I can’t exactly….remember just
when
poem by David Whalen
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Either comforts or image
Remember that you are bad
Just like everyone,
And that you are good
Just like everyone.
Remember that you are hard
Just like everyone
And that you are soft
Just like everyone.
Being positive, you sooth yourself.
Being negative, you damage yourself.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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School Boy
When I was of Thrice
My mom dressed me nice
By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks
I went to school with lunch box
Every early morning of new day
I woke up with joy and gay
But when its time to say good bye
To my mom I began to cry!
Soon I habitual and eager to go
Whatever rain, heat or snow
But when I squeezed by homework
I try to cop-out from my work
When I saw exam on my head
I try to stay on bed
I was always fearful scared
And always prays to runaround
As I grew I become mature and impure
I’m more unique and antique
I stand in that position
Where I forgot my definition
As Instead of innocent and smart boy
I become a naughty boy
When I was young I want to be elder
But when I’m elder I want to be younger
Here I’m totally change
As here I want to escape
I try to bunk the classes
And love to be in picnic places
They are great source of fun
With all loons!
Ah! Now I stand on death
And now wandering into these lovely wealth
But I feel sad and cry
For what I miss as a boy
I beg to live this moment
Which are dark and shade.
I’m an innocent school boy
Who want to joy.
Moments are priceless and invaluable
And now I’m going to die
I was born with you
But I’ll die before you
I’ll be back again
In face of your children
Then you’re not going to enjoy
Me again as a school boy
I’m going towards my sepulchre
And remain in your photo or snap
I’ll be with you as in photographs
As an unforgettable memories
I’ll strike your mind
When someone will remind
Or passing from nearby the school boys
Will remind about your lovely days
Ye now I’m going to sleep
And now I’m leaving to weep
Getting ready for others
As I will sprout up in others life
As I’m a school boy
Who loves to joy
I’m a school boy
Who wants to joy
Who wants to joy…
poem by Bhavik Bamania
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To All Mothers
Who are we without our mothers?
Some loveless sisters and brothers!
She is the only one to love with all her heart,
She is the only one to love without any art,
I grew up to be the man I wanted to be,
And she grew older, with me as her baby,
I got married and became a parent,
her love grew and was more apparent,
This is how mothers see us their way,
Not as grown-ups or what we say,
They keep praying for our happiness,
They want nothing for their truthfulness,
We sometimes give them a rough deal,
They always forgive and make us feel,
Ashamed of what we've said and done,
Though what is done cannot be undone,
Suddenly they part with this short life,
And leave us to go on with our strife,
With mixed memories and confused souls,
With heavy hearts and bewildered calls,
'Is it true? Are they gone forever? ' We ask,
'We are gone, but our souls are there.' We hark!
Their lovely faces, their lovely talks,
Keep coming to us like living folks,
But soon we realize the vanity of life
And see the false glories of our strife
From the cradle to the grave is but a span
And a nod is enough to the wise man!
poem by Omar Jabak
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Hotel California
On a dark desert highway,
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven and this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Theres plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find us here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted,
She got the mercedes benz.
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard,
Sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember,
Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said,we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Were livin it up at the hotel california.
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
we are all just prisoners here of our own device
And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast
Last thing I remember,
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax,said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
And you can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
So welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Were living it up at the hotel california
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find us here
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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The Oak and the Rose
An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things-
Wind and water and weather.
And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed
The oak tree grew so high
That now it spoke of newer things-
Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.
'I guess you think you're pretty great,'
The rose was heard to cry,
Screaming as loud as it possibly could
To the treetop in the sky.
'And now you have no time for flower talk,
Now that you've grown so tall.'
'It's not so much that I've grown,' said the tree,
'It's just that you've stayed so small.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Showstopper In Facebook
'If a favouring God wills to give one,
He will do so splitting the roof of a hut',
the villagefolk often say this in fun,
despite one confined to the hut with doors shut.
A friend of facebook has her mischief done,
tagging on to my photo to a star to gut,
my fame earned as an old gold with good morals.
Young men curse me vying for my laurels.
I'm fine for my photo is matched to a star
at least in the facebook by an unknown friend.
Friends offer bad comments my heart to jar,
as they in hearts have places to the godsend.
They send words of hurt hearts which none can mend.
Some of the friends see me as their foe.
They plead with me, in her heart, their flames to wend.
O you bunged my photo near a star for show!
Could she, this bum, shun or with a great heart allow?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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