My mother gets all mad at me if I stay in a hotel. I'm 31-years-old, and I don't want to sleep on a sleeping bag down in the basement. It's humiliating.
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Mother Said
Mother said, dont leave me
There are monsters at the door
I put on all my armour
But I couldnt find my sword
But therell always be tomorrow
Just you wait and see
If they come to take you prisoner
Ill be there to set you free
Mother said, Im grown up
In a sunday shirt and tie
As long as I can see you
Can I hold you when I cry
Therell always be tomorrow
Ill be so big and strong
Ill sleep with all the lights out
Not afraid of anyone
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
Mother said shes sleeping
So I climbed back into bed
But the monsters took her prisoner
Thats all that father said
So I thought about tomorrow
And I learned to be alone
Making friends with shadows
As they moved around my home
Mother never leaves me
I can always see her smile
I sit here in the evening
To talk to her awhile
Therell always be tomorrow
Just you wait and see
I know that any moment
She will come to set me free
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
song performed by by Air Supply
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Dont Go In The Basement
Oh..
You can tell a dirty story
In the old conservatory...
But dont go in the basement!
You can make a scene
On the mezanene
But dont go in the basement!
You can fill yourself with static
With the ghosts up in the attic
But dont go in the basement!
You can light yourself a torch
On the old front porch
But dont go in the basement!
Oh you may think that its real cool
To ride down the bannister like some darn fool
Oh dont go... dont go!!
Dont go in the basement!
You can feel quite aloof
Playing rummy on the roof
But dont go in the basement!
Where the cockroaches dance
You can wallow in romance
But dont go in the basement!
You may think that its deluxe
To ride the bannister filled with rust
Oh dont go, dont go!
Dont go in the basement!!!!
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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(She Was A) Hotel Detective (single Mix)
She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
yeah she's a
Hotel Detective
Why don't you check her out
Well the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
yeah
Hotel Detective
Cone on and check her out
She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
come on her
Hotel Detective
Why don't you check her out
Hotel Detective
Come on and swing with me
Hotel Detective
From the top of a tree
Hotel Detective
And make me feel like a bee
Hotel Detective
That's where I want to know you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Hotel Detective
She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Yeah she's a
Hotel detective
Why don't you check her out
Well the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Yeah
Hotel detective
Cone on and check her out
She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Come on her
Hotel detective
Why don't you check her out
Hotel detective
Come on and swing with me
Hotel detective
From the top of a tree
Hotel detective
And make me feel like a bee
Hotel detective
That's where i want to know you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Sleeping In The Flowers
I got a crush
Copy shop clerk
But she wont look up at me
Dont want to be known as the freak
Who just comes around to catch her eye
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
Youd proclaim that youre an island
Id proclaim that Im one too
Then we float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am england
You declare that I have drowned
I got a ride
Home with a drunk guy
How ungrateful I must have seemed
He showed me how
To spin my head round and round
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
Youd proclaim that youre an island
Id proclaim that Im one too
Then we float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am england
You declare that I have drowned
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
Youd proclaim that youre an island
Id proclaim that Im one too
Then we float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am england
You declare that I have drowned
Well be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that Ive been fired
Well be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that Ive been fired
Well be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss Im fired
Well be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss Im fired
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The dial-a-song lyrics are unclear. the following is the best guess at this time.
Dogs masters stay off em
Bugs stay off em
Dogs masters stay off em
Bugs stay off em
Now were sleeping in the flowers
And well sleep all afternoon
You proclaim that youre an island
I proclaim that Im one too
Dogs masters stay off em
Bugs stay off em
Dogs masters stay off em
Bugs stay off em
Now were sleeping in the flowers
And well sleep all afternoon
You proclaim that youre an island
I proclaim that Im one too
Then we float into the harbor
With our piers and boats around
I declare that I am england
You declare that I have drowned
Now were sleeping in the flowers
And well sleep all afternoon
You proclaim that youre an island
I proclaim that Im one too
Then we float into the harbor
With our piers and boats around
I declare that I am england
You declare that I have drowned
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Black Moon Creeping
Sleeping eyes sleep awhile
And let me get to know your language
If I believe all I see
I would hate to be around for the dawn
Sleeping eyes stay awhile
And give me some cause to rejoice
A parody of the scene
Where my three wishes were granted to me
What you got buried? in your backyard
What secret do you sleep with when the black moon come
Sleeping eyes please come clean
Im not giving you the third degree
When you live with no mans time
Aint it hard to find some peace of mind
Sleeping eyes dont you cry
And dont pretend this is not an ending
Your history yes it seems
Has been swept out with the leaves
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Tonight I Sleep With Mother Earth
Seventy more years must pass,
To plus these ones gone past,
My eyelids, before they may close
Before Mother Earth opens up her core
To take my body in once more,
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
My castles strewn across the sky
Shall come down to the earth,
And grow up to scrape the sky.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
Life shall answer all questions posed,
I shall plaster all precious stones
Around my name, in umeasured fold.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
I shall grow tall and strong like a giant,
I shall be elephated from ant to elephant.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All ears that hear must hear,
And those that can't must read,
And those that can't must feed,
Ingest by all means, the words that I speak.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
I must sleep with Success,
From that whore, I shall receive suck-sex
A crowned head, I'll not settle for any less.
I shall drink from the brooks of plenty,
I shall autograph the books of many.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All my toils shall be brought to boil,
My labour shall bring forth fruit,
Truth and Life shall birth through me, Poetry
All my impregnations shall get expression,
I shall pour out my soul upon all flesh,
And still erect, I shall come, into Mother Earth.
Then I shall say:
'Seventy more years have gone past,
Many more tears have flushed past,
My eyelids, and now they may close,
As Mother Earth opens up her core,
For the time has come, as I said afore,
Tonight I sleep wiith Mother Earth.'
poem by Joba Akinola
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My Boy
(words & music by claude francois - jean pierre bourtayre - bill martin - phil coulter)
Youre sleeping son, I know
But, really, this cant wait
I wanted to explain
Before it gets too late
For your mother and me
Love has finally died
This is no happy home
But God knows how Ive tried
Because youre all I have, my boy
You are my life, my pride, my joy
And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy
I know its hard to understand
Why did we ever start?
Were more like strangers now
Each acting out a part
I have laughed, I have cried
I have lost every game
Taken all I can take
But Ill stay just the same
Because youre all I have, my boy
You are my life, my pride, my joy
And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy
Sleep on, you havent heard a word
Perhaps its just as well
Why spoil your little dreams
Why put you through the hell
Life is no fairytale
As one day you will know
But now youre just a child
Ill stay her and watch you grow
Because youre all I have, my boy
You are my life, my pride, my joy
And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Mother!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
The dawn has set in a will,
The limpid heart is sleeping still!
Her work is wide than a tide,
Making her face fade a slight!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
The Queen of Kingdom rests in peace,
The Queen of Home sets in work!
Her job is an endless ocean,
My smile for her is boosting mark!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
Sunday is a great relief,
To recharge her mind and physic!
Its my part to pat her today,
Let her sleep, come on sunday! !
Mother! She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
poem by Jayanthi Sekar
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An innocent's marriage
The parents chosen him a bride from a remote village.
Like his next door tailor friend
he thinks the measurements of her bust, waist and hips.
He inquires his mother' Mom! does she loves me forever?
Or she stay with us two to three days and may grumbles
that she wants to go back home.
Mom! if she goes then I too go with her
as I cannot stay alone'.
'Don't worry my son she will stay here forever'
mother is pacifying him.
'Mom! I am not going to sleep with her
and I tell her Jack and Jill rhyme until she goes to sleep
then I 'll come back to you.Really I am scared'.
'Then what's the purpose of bringing her here? '.
mother replied.
'She will help to my poor mom I am sure and in a free time
I'll take her to the park and we can go in the merry-go-round'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Father, Again, Peering
The final years dear Mother she
was never, well, what actors call "on location."
Physically, of course, we found her
everywhere:
the parlor reading,
the kitchen ironing,
the basement weeping,
unlike Father whom we never found
though he was always there.
On Sundays when he went to Mass,
he'd stay behind, peering.
Like Queeg, he'd stare
from under or behind
whatever he wasn't
hiding in front of.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Love Hotel
If you travel with
Those who know you well
I can recommend
Stay at love hotel.
Every room a hallway
Softly sell
Dont get stranded on the lift
Of the love hotel
Love hotel, love hotel, love hotel.
Dont deny yourself
It wants simple truth
Ring for give and take
As the floor and room.
Every room a hallway
Who can tell
Dont get stranded by the lift
Of the love hotel
Love hotel, love hotel, love hotel.
Every room a hallway
Softly sell
Dont get stranded by the lift
Of the love hotel
Love hotel, love hotel.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Looking Over From My Hotel Window
Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park.
I used to be there twenty years ago,
Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink.
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep.
People tell you up is better than down,
But they never tell you which is up and which is down.
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
95 pound bundle but its trouble when theres nowhere to leave.
People say stardust and golddust are it,
But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do.
Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal,
The weight gets heavier when youve bled thirty years.
Show me your blood, john, and Ill show you mine,
They say its running even when youre asleep.
No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets,
One bloods thinner but both look red and fresh.
If I ever die, please go to my daughter
And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.
(thats saying a lot for a neurotic like me.)
Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Trying to tackle away with heart of clay.
The weight gets lighter when theres nowhere to turn,
Gods little dandruff floating in the air.
Age 39, looking over the world,
Age 39, floating over the world,
Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Looking Over From My Hotel Window
Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park.
I used to be there twenty years ago,
Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink.
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep.
People tell you up is better than down,
But they never tell you which is up and which is down.
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
95 pound bundle but its trouble when theres nowhere to leave.
People say stardust and golddust are it,
But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do.
Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal,
The weight gets heavier when youve bled thirty years.
Show me your blood, john, and Ill show you mine,
They say its running even when youre asleep.
No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets,
One bloods thinner but both look red and fresh.
If I ever die, please go to my daughter
And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.
(thats saying a lot for a neurotic like me.)
Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Trying to tackle away with heart of clay.
The weight gets lighter when theres nowhere to turn,
Gods little dandruff floating in the air.
Age 39, looking over the world,
Age 39, floating over the world,
Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sleep Forever
Down I lie
Sleeping all day
Still asleep for years
Surrounded by tears
Of friends, relations and further
But still sleep, sleep and sleep forever.
My eyes all closed extremely shut
My body is dry, straight and flat
As I lie in wooden house
Helpless like a dead mouse
Alone with no any other
As I sleep, sleep and sleep forever.
In my best black suit
My voice on mute
Waiting for the judgement
In a new environment
Coping with underground weather
As I sleep, sleep and sleep forever.
I've left all my worth
And ignored all my breath
Tell that I slept to each and every head
For that's a polite word to me as the dead
To come back I'll never
It's a sleep, sleep and sleep forever.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Stay With Me
Vietnam was 66
Two best friends take a bad hit
And never saw it come
But its all there
One was a rich boy, a doctors son
The other the father of a girl age one
Never had the change to hold his daughters hand
New york flat in 76
Two girlfriends shoot a bad fix
Never woke up saw heaven before it saw them
One was a daughter of a prominent man
The other the mother of a girl age ten
Who walked in and saw mama sleeping in gods hands
And she cried
Chorus
Stay with me
Mama wont you stay here with me
You promised you would never leave
Stay with me
Oh wont you stay here with me
Mama, hold my had and stay with me
Years go by, the girls 23
Had a rough go, but shes on her feet
The man so rough
A few good years, a wedding ring
Wasnt enough to fulfill his dreams
He came home from work one day and said Im leaving you
She cried...
Chorus
Stay with me, honey
Wont you stay right here with me
You promised you would never leave
Stay with me, whoa whoa
Stay right here with me
Wont you hold my hand stay with me
Emergency room, number four
A woman cried out as the child is born
She stares into eyes and says
My lifes had its ups and downs
But for yours I will be around
I will always be around
And she cried
Chorus
Stay with me, whoa whoa
Wont you stay right here with me
I promise I will never leave
Stay with me, oh
Wont you stay right here with me
Child, you hold my had stay with me
Child, you hold my hand stay with me.
song performed by by Poison
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Walking the Path
i used to meditate
early in the morning
down on the basement
of the old house
on Bethel Rd
that we rented years ago...
there was a rabbit
that sometimes hopped
through the open basement door
to sit close to me...
and listened as i chanted.
i almost found it then!
years have passed,
times of struggle and loss...
(i almost lost my way)
now i sit here at night
thinking about the precepts,
reading poetry, just thinking....
or not thinking at all!
with an old blind dog...
walking the path...
to the temple again!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mother, Mother
Mother, Mother
are you crying?
Come and look,
the roses are dying.
Mother, Mother
I am hungry.
Come and see,
the dishes are piling.
Mother, Mother
I am lonely.
Come and hear,
My heart's key is snapping.
Mother, Mother
are you sleeping?
Come and run,
Let's play in the sun once more.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Sleep My Darling Mother
Sleep my darling Mother
for we know you'll soon depart
May your slumber be a blissful one
may comfort fill your heart.
Sleep my precious Mother
for His Grace has set you free
May your respite be a peaceful one
for all eternity.
Sleep my lovely Mother
even though I'll miss you so
May your journey be a good one
each and every place you go.
Sleep my pretty Mother
even though it breaks my heart
May we both look to the future
when we'll never have to part.
Sleep my only Mother
in the warmth of His Sweet Light
May you know how much I miss you
how I love you Mom, goodnight.
For my beautiful Mother Virginia. 1943~2008
I miss you Mommy.
poem by Marea Johnson
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Rock Me To sleep
Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight;
Make me a child again, just for tonight!
Mother, come back from that echoless shore;
Take me again in your heart as of yore --
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair,
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Backward, turn backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears --
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain --
Take them and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay --
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away --
Weary of sowing for others to reap --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded -- our faces between --
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again;
Come from the silence, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old --
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light!
For, with its sunny-edged shadows once more,
Haply will throng all the visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear mother! the years have been long
Since I last listened to your lullaby song;
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream;
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep --
Rock me sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen
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