The sky seemed filled with diving planes and the black bursts of exploding antiaircraft shells.
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Black Crow
Theres a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
Hes black as the highway thats leading me
Now hes diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
Flying
In a blue sky
I took a ferry to the highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
I took a plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
Ive been traveling so long
Howm I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
Im like a black crow flying
In a blue, blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been
Illumination
Corruption
And diving, diving, diving, diving.
Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw a back crow flying
In a blue sky
Oh Im like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Shipbuilding
Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
Its just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon well be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said dad theyre going to take me to task
But Ill be back by christmas
Its just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
Its just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks theyll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
Its all were skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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16 Shells From A 30-06
Words and music by tom waits
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old french horn
And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothesline
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
And I strum it toud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Trains And Boats And Planes
Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
To someone else but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
We were so in love, and high above
We had a star to wish upon. Wish
And dreams come true, but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
You are from another part of the world
You had to go back a while and then
You said you soon would return again
I'm waiting here like I promised to
I'm waiting here but where are you?
Trains and boats and planes took you a way
But every time I see them I pray
And if my prayers can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Going Crazy
going crazy going agog going wild going bananas going going going
you are with me my love
and i am flying, jumping, leaping, stamping, diving, whistling, jetting,
exploding, bursting, overflowing,
with you my love
my heart pumping so much blood
inside my heart into my head into my thighs
where am i? what am i?
with you i am complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Contradictions
Why should it be,
Someone like me could make the same mistakes again.
Haven't I learned,
People get hurt,
When they go diving in the deep end
In the deep end,
In the deep end,
In the deep end.
Thought I was smart,
Controlling the art, of turning off my intuition
Haven't I seen, since I was fourteen.
That life is all just repitition
You lose or you win,
You sink or you swim,
When you go diving in the deep end,
In the deep end,
In the deep end,
In the deep end.
Now it's time to realise,
You don't have to agonise
You don't have to compromise
But the one thing you must do
Is open your eyes
Your eyes,
Your eyes.
Why should it be,
Someone like me could make the same mistakes again.
Haven't I learned,
People get hurt,
When they go diving,
Diving, diving (fade).
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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A Duet
'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air,
Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare----'
'O pick me some!'
'Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum,
Tell-tale shells, and shells that whisper Come,
Shells that stammer, blush, and yet are dumb----'
'O let me hear.'
'Eyes so black they draw one trembling near,
Brown eyes, caverns flooded with a tear,
Cloudless eyes, blue eyes so windy clear----'
'O look at me!'
'Kisses sadly blown across the sea,
Darkling kisses, kisses fair and free,
Bob-a-cherry kisses 'neath a tree----'
'O give me one!'
Thus sand a king and queen in Babylon.
poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
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Black
Black is favourite
Black is right
Black is supreme
I born black
I die black.
Without black
How can you
assess white?
Within black
Everything filled.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Who Can Measure?
Who can measure?
The pungent pleasure,
Avarice, wrath and rage,
Of the blood lickers.
Who can measure?
The depth of shrieks,
Of the bleeding humanity;
The loudness,
Of the exploding shells;
The blackness,
Of the mushrooms rising;
The callousness,
Of the rulers,
The passive spectators,
Waiting for their turn,
And encroaching doom.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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We have as many planes of speech as does a painting planes of perspective which create perspective in a phrase. The most important word stands out most vividly defined in the very foreground of the sound plane. Less important words create a series of deeper planes.
quote by Konstantin Stanislavisky
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Death Of The World.
Brutal mutilation
World abomination
This is where your soul will come to die
Your corpse will rot in hell
Taken, from the battlefield
On which you fell
The war in which you fought
The round of ammunition that you caught
Caused by,
Politicians holocaust.
Shells exploding
Rounds rolling
A-bombs dropped from the sky
Killing a city,
County,
Country
Destruction of the world
And we just stand
And watch it die
poem by Mark Horsfall
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Enough, Enough,
Sounding sirens, roaring planes,
Parading men, thundering guns,
Rising mushroom, exploding bombs,
Launched missiles, advancing troops,
All are behind the human existence,
How long Mankind might exist,
On the Earth.
Think awhile,
Resting your head on the pillow,
When your engagements allow you,
And when worries do not linger around,
Pray to Almighty: It is enough, it is enough,
Now supply not the world with characters,
Merely with heads stuffed with straw.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Black men, White men
should i be led to believe
that the white men's heart
is soft as cotton? and when
touched, is torched, bursts into flame
to settle comfortably in black,
a trail of humble lesson for the soul
should i be led to believe
that a black man's heart is
full of courage? charging like a bull
through America black or white
settling for nothing in between?
should i be led to believe that
black and white work the
theory of ying and yang
ever balancing to rev up the world?
rice would even grow in bush
black hair turns eventually into
a crown of white wisdom
and blackboards light up
knowledge in white chalk
white shines at its best in black
and where else but a piece of white
where black could make its clearest stamp
of its stand - left or right, right or wrong
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Beauty, inside and out
I am black
I am beautiful
inside and out
I am black
I am beautiful
my voice is medium toned, I try not to shout
I am black
I am beautiful
I don't let anyone put me down
I am black
I am beautiful
Though sometimes I may act as a clown
I am black
I am beautiful
I'm filled with such pride
I am black
I am beautiful
I'll make such a wonderful bride
Black and Beauty
that describes the outside of me
Nice or mean, you have to decide
To me and most people I am nice inside
I am beautiful, I am black
I am black, I am beautiful
poem by Camacy Melville
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Occupy Oakland
Shouts in the night, chanting
streets, red streams, white
gas seeping through your skin,
your ears exploding with flash-bang
shells landing past the trembling camera
to where he lies, fallen Marine, wide eyed, stunned,
skull-split victim of this American night.
Just follow their money
to the headwaters of their greed
and you will see how they rage
against your need
until, at last,
it's your blood
they wish
to drink.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Yellow School Bus
The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels always brought a smile to little kids face.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was filled with love and filled with grace.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels kept breathing until that final breath.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was painted red with blood and death.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels and the little sick children were all of friends.
But the now dead children will never take a ride in the yellow school bus again.
poem by RaShawn Ince
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Patience won’t kill
The success of love is in the
Maintenance of its secrecy.
A little puncture, it bursts.
With no patience, man pricks.
With no confidence, woman bursts.
29.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On the Killing Fields
I did not learn from books
About the horrors of war
I was soaked in them
On the killing fields
Amid exploding shells
Frightened and savage.
I did not watch movies
To see dead bodies
Lying on green meadows
I saw them with my own eyes
The raging fires
The engulfing flames
In the blazing tanks.
The sun was shining
It was a balmy
And beautiful day
As the summer wind carried
The nauseating smell
Of the burning flesh
Across gentle hills.
poem by Paul Hartal
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The Earth, Our Home
dissolving...
we lay down our bodies
etched in stone,
the night sky lit up
by shells exploding,
and falling stars...
time spent,
final payment in
sweat and blood...
packages wrapped in flesh,
without a name or a bow...
struck against the flint,
spark to spark,
dissolving in each other's mouths,
leaving the taste of smoke.
your heart, my heart,
no distance, no seperation...
we crumble like fallen leaves
into the earth, our home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Equilibrium: Part Iii
Through the darkling hallways
at an interval before nightfall,
he plods along in solitude
without a sound,
his arctic facade
an elegy to Spring
as he carries
his spendthrift youth
to the water's edge.
Yet stamina swells
with each movement
toward the black sea line.
He comes to know
laughter once more,
avers exuberance,
collects sargasso, shells, driftwood,
Nature's invincibility;
and eventually, altogether filled,
streams forth once more
- a young boy
flowing green along the sand,
within him a stronger man
exploring a lusher conscience.
May 26,2008
GWG
poem by Gregory Wm. Gunn
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