I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't.
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I only know two pieces one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't.
quote by Victor Borge
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pour que rien de nous deux n'échappe à notre étreinte
Pour que rien de nous deux n'échappe à notre étreinte,
Si profonde qu'elle en est sainte
Et qu'à travers le corps même, l'amour soit clair ;
Nous descendons ensemble au jardin de la chair.
Tes seins sont là ainsi que des offrandes,
Et tes deux mains me sont tendues ;
Et rien ne vaut la naïve provende
Des paroles dites et entendues.
L'ombre des rameaux blancs voyage
Parmi ta gorge et ton visage
Et tes cheveux dénouent leur floraison,
En guirlandes, sur les gazons.
La nuit est toute d'argent bleu,
La nuit est un beau lit silencieux,
La nuit douce, dont les brises vont, une à une,
Effeuiller les grands lys dardés au clair de lune.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Porcelain
Porcelain
Are you wasting away in your skin
Are you missing the love of your kin
Drifting and floating and fading away
Porcelain
Do you smell like a girl when you smile
Can you bear not to share with your child
Drifting and floating and fading away
Little lune
All day
Little lune
Porcelain
Do you carry the moon in your womb
Someone said that you're fading too soon
Drifting and floating and fading away
Porcelain
Are you wasting away in your skin
Are you missing the love of your kin
Nodding and melting and fading away
Little lune
All day
Little lune...
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Californication
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Photographie
Ton sourire m'attire comme
Pourrait m'attirer une fleur
Photographie tu es le champignon brun
De la forêt
Qu'est sa beauté
Les blancs y sont
Un clair de lune
Dans un jardin pacifique
Plein d'eaux vives et de jardiniers endiablés
Photographie tu es la fumée de l'ardeur
Qu'est sa beauté
Et il y a en toi
Photographie
Des tons alanguis
On y entend
Une mélopée
Photographie tu es l'ombre
Du Soleil
Qu'est sa beauté
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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L'idéal
La lune est grande, le ciel clair
Et plein d'astres, la terre est blême.
Et l'àme du monde est dans l'air.
Je rêve à l'étoile suprême,
A celle qu'on n'aperçoit pas,
Mais dont la lumière voyage
Et doit venir jusqu'ici-bas
Enchanter les yeux d'un autre âge.
Quand luira cette étoile, un jour,
La plus belle et la plus lointaine,
Dites-lui qu'elle eut mon amour,
O derniers de la race humaine !
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Le ciel en nuit, s'est déplié
Le ciel en nuit, s'est déplié
Et la lune semble v eiller
Sur le silence endormi.
Tout est si pur et clair,
Tout est si pur et si pâle dans l'air
Et sur les lacs du paysage ami,
Qu'elle angoisse, la goutte d'eau
Qui tombe d'un roseau
Et tinte, et puis se tait dans l'eau.
Mais j'ai tes mains entre les miennes
Et tes yeux sûrs ; qui me retiennent,
De leurs ferveurs, si doucement ;
Et je te sens si bien en paix de toute chose
Que rien, pas même un fugitif soupçon de crainte,
Ne troublera, fût-ce un moment,
La confiance sainte
Qui dort en nous comme un enfant repose.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Picking Up The Pieces
Take cover, young lovers,
fall apart at the seams
It's stainless steel, that's how I feel,
you're the girl of my dreams
Well I tried to call you on the phone,
your dad said that you weren't at home
But we are, picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
Well, I need your lovin'
to show me what I am
And I want your body
to make me feel like a man
You know that I'm down on my knees,
you know it's you that I want to please, please
Picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Pieces Of Ice
(m. jordan/j. capek)
Walking blind across this silver room
Looking through a smoke menagerie
Looking at your face inside of me
In the darkness youre tunisia
Nights are long entropic
I cant seem to cope
Its cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room
Foreign words are strutted through the gloom
Women swooping down like birds of prey
Never close but never far away
Night are long entropic
I cant seem to cope
Its cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Soir d'automne
Des nuages, couleur de marbre,
Volent, à travers le ciel fou ;
' Eh ! la lune, garde à vous ! '
L'espace meugle et se déchire.
Sous l'écorce par les fentes
On écoute pleurer et rire
Les arbres.
' Eh ! la lune, garde à vous ! '
Votre face de cristal blanc
Va choir, morte, parmi l'étang,
Cassée aux angles des vaguettes ;
Les taillis plient comme des baguettes ;
L'ouragan pille aux cabanes cognées
Le chaume immense, par poignées.
C'est les noces du vent et de l'automne.
' Eh ! la lune, garde à vous ! '
Le vent est ce cavalier lourd
Qui s'est soûlé, ce soir, et fait l'amour
A tous les coins des carrefours
Avec la rouge et violente automne.
' Eh ! la lune, garde à vous ! '
Votre allure de sainte Vierge
Et vos étoiles et vos cierges
N'ont rien à faire en cette heure de fête,
Où l'automne et le vent perdent la tête.
Par les taillis, les chiens maraudent,
Une odeur lourde et chaude
Grise la plaine et redresse debout
Le rut universel qui monte et s'enfle et bout
Dans les fureurs de la campagne en rage ;
Avec l'automne ivre et sauvage
De l'Est à l'Ouest, du Sud au Nord,
Le vent houleux s'accouple à mort.
' Eh ! la lune, garde à vous ! '
Les chiens hurlent comme des loups !
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Chanson d'autrefois
Quelqu'un connaît-il ma cachette ?
C'est un lieu calme, où le ciel clair
En un jour de printemps rachète
Le mal qu'ont fait six mois d'hiver.
Il y coule des eaux charmantes ;
L'iris y naît dans les roseaux ;
Et le murmure des amantes
S'y mêle au babil des oiseaux.
Là vivent, dans les fleurs, des groupes
Épars, et parfois réunis,
Avec des chants au fond des coupes
Et le silence au fond des nids.
La grâce de cette ombre heureuse
Et de ce verdoyant coteau
Semble faite des pleurs de Greuze
Et du sourire de Watteau.
Paris dans les brumes se plonge ;
Et le cabaret de Régnier
Ne vaut pas une heure de songe
Sous les branches d'un châtaignier.
Les plus belles choses du rêve
Sont celles qu'admet l'antre frais,
Et que confusément achève
Le balancement des forêts.
Je comprends peu qu'on soit superbe
Et qu'il existe des méchants,
Puisqu'on peut se coucher dans l'herbe
Et qu'il fait clair de lune aux champs.
Toutes les fleurs sont un langage
Qui nous recommande l'amour,
Qui nous berce, et qui nous engage
A mettre dans nos coeurs le jour.
Les vagues robes brillantées,
Les seins blancs et les jeunes voix
Des Phyllis et des Galatées
Conseillent le rire et les bois.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Good - Better - Best
When young, in tones quite positive
I said, "The world shall see
That I can keep myself from sin;
A good man I will be."
But when I loved Miss Kate St. Clair
'Twas thus my musing ran:
"I cannot be compared with her;
I'll be a better man."
'Twas at the wedding of a friend
(He married Kate St. Clair)
That I became superlative,
For I was "best man" there.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Serenade
(ferry)
Darkness falls
Around your window pane
A light still burns
But just a smouldering flame
Is it the end of another affair
An open engagement with gloom
Or will you be smiling
When the sun conjures up
A broken spell au clair de lune?
Silhouette
As you draw the shade
Cloak of night
You know its tailor-made
G-plan gymnastics
By an everglow fire
Could never mean the same
As summer enchantment
By an old mill steam
From courtly love to costly game
Maybe im wrong for seeming
Ungrateful, unforgiving
Oh how it hurts now youre finally leaving
I couldnt take anymore ......
Nows the time!
Lets hide away
Sacred hours
Saved from yesterday
Boo-hoo willows weep around you still
Mirror reflections of dew
But waterfall pages of an open book
Could shower new horizons soon
Call the tune
Will you swoon
As I croon
Your serenade
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Since I Lost You
It seems in a moment, your whole world can shatter
Like morning dreams they just disappear
Like dust in your hand falling to the floor
How can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Its all too easy to take so much for granted
Oh but its so hard to find the words to say
Like a castle in the sand the water takes away
But how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Oh now youll never see
Oh youll never know
All the things I planned for you
Things for you and me
Held your hand so tightly
That I couldnt let it go
Now how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
song performed by by Genesis
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Chanson de fou (1)
Le crapaud noir sur le sol blanc
Me fixe indubitablement
Avec des yeux plus grands que n'est grande sa tête ;
Ce sont les yeux qu'on m'a volés
Quand mes regards s'en sont allés,
Un soir, que je tournai la tête.
Mon frère ? - il est quelqu'un qui ment,
Avec de la farine entre ses dents ;
C'est lui, jambes et bras en croix,
Qui tourne au loin, là-bas,
Qui tourne au vent,
Sur ce moulin de bois.
Et Celui-ci, c'est mon cousin
Qui fut curé et but si fort du vin
Que le soleil en devint rouge ;
J'ai su qu'il habitait un bouge,
Avec des morts, dans ses armoires.
Car nous avons pour génitoires
Deux cailloux
Et pour monnaie un sac de poux,
Nous, les trois fous,
Qui épousons, au clair de lune,
Trois folles dames, sur la dune.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Dont Go To Pieces
Whats it gonna be?
Red jacket girl, lover, midnight spree
Whats it gonna be?
You look so imperial
Whats it gonna be?
You tried and you tried but you couldnt hook your shoelace
Whats it gonna be?
Know you got intention, difficult to see
You can make the switch
You can have your wish
Whats it gonna prove?
Turning all the dials, makin all the right moves
Whats it gonna prove?
Its all so mystical
Whats it gonna prove?
You look so tacky in your chrome drip belt
Whats it gonna prove?
Your ready to rage and startin to melt down
You can make the switch
You can have your wish
Dont go to pieces
B-b-b-baby
Dont go to pieces
Dont go to pieces
B-b-b-baby
Dont go to pieces
Whats it gonna show?
All left out and ready to go
Whats it gonna mean?
You feel like trash but you look so clean
Whats it gonna do?
All of them angels jealous of you
Wheres it gonna go?
Anyplace, faster pace, overcome the low blow
You can make the switch
(ooooo)
You can have your wish
Dont go to pieces
B-b-b-baby
Dont go to pieces
Dont go to pieces
B-b-b-baby
Dont go to pieces
Dont go to pieces
B-b-b-baby
Dont go to pieces
(ooooo)
Dont go to pieces
(ooooo)
B-baby
(ooooo)
Dont go to pieces
(ooooo)
Dont go to pieces
B-baby
(ooooo)
Dont go to pieces
(ooooo)
[fade]
song performed by by Cars
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Un soir (II)
Sous ce funèbre ciel de pierre,
Voûté d'ébène et de métaux,
Voici se taire les marteaux
Et s'illustrer la nuit plénière,
Voici se taire les marteaux
Qui l'ont bâtie, avec splendeur,
Dans le cristal et la lumière.
Tel qu'un morceau de gel sculpté,
Immensément morte, la lune,
Sans bruit au loin, ni sans aucune
Nuée autour de sa clarté,
Immensément morte, la lune
Parée en son grand cercueil d'or
Descend les escaliers du Nord.
Le cortège vierge et placide
Reflète son voyage astral,
Dans les miroirs d'un lac lustral
Et d'une plage translucide ;
Reflète son voyage astral
Vers les dalles et les tombeaux
D'une chapelle de flambeaux.
Sous ce ciel fixe de lagune,
Orné d'ébène et de flambeaux,
Voici passer, vers les tombeaux,
Les funérailles de la lune.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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A dadada poem
It is not a fine morning, a storm this june
Sunk a boat killing some of my brothers
And they are not accounted by this government,
Complaints are made and they are not heard,
And remedies are not afforded, and always this
Event happens with everybody from the senator
To the mayor of the town gets a babble,
A da da da da da da da A da da da da da da da
A da da da da da da da A da da da da da da da
And so what has been done? I do not read the papers
I do not take a pair of scissors, I do not choose any article
And cut it and put all the pieces on a bag and close the bag
And shake all the cut pieces and then I throw all the
Pieces from the top of the building in the city
Like a confetti and there I shout, at the top of my voice
This is what is happening and nothing is done
We are all falling like pieces like pieces like
da da da ado
do do do ada
da da da da
Arriving at nothing at all, babbles getting out of the bag
Now emptied of words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Old L.A. Tonight
Look into the future
Look into my eyes and tell me everything's all right
Tell me where we're going
I'm so afraid 'cos I don't know what's going on with my life
But it'll be all right tonight
Will it be all right tonight?
Are we doin' all right in old L.A. tonight?
Sitting by the ocean
Mapping out my plans of action, baby they include you
I wish you'd send a message
Maybe I'm just better off not knowing who knew
But it'll be all right tonight
I'm gonna be all right tonight
Are we doin' all right in old L.A. tonight?
Those summer nights when I look in your eyes
I'm falling to pieces, pieces out of my mind
And I'll never know why
I'm falling to pieces, pieces
Who could you imagine such a thing could happen to you?
It's gonna be all right in old L.A.
Those summer nights when I look in your eyes
I'm falling to pieces, pieces out of my mind
And I'll never know why
I'm falling to pieces, pieces
It's gonna be all right in old L.A. tonight
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Peace Not Into Pieces.
I refused to remain silent,
While our future is lost,
To senseless violences and wars,
We've died enough,
And have cried enough red seas,
But where's the strong source,
Our love inside of us?
A child's tear into floods,
In the west Nile and
The dry karamoja areas,
Ramble in the potholed kampala of aches,
A mother without a mouth,
And a baby on her back,
Tryna scream out for peace
Not into pieces,
All we want is peace not into pieces.
I know you know what
Besigye really wants......
Elias Lukwago and Betty Nambooze,
You know what the country needs,
We know why the caged bird sing,
[ Maya Angelou ],
Men on boda bodas,
Those in Owino and Kiseka....
In peace not pieces.
Talkin' is free,
I'm speakin' for the mouthless
Brothers and sisters,
And the so tired ugandans,
All we stutterin' is peace not pieces,
something we yelled for is
Peace not pieces;
Before its blown, we ask for
Peace not into pieces,
God we shout for you in heaven,
That peace falls down here,
Not in pieces,
Something we can shout out
To end all their brutal war game,
The peace we yawning for,
Case for northern war was fake,
Don't let it fade,
More still rest lives can be saved.
Got braveness in me,
Shoutin' out for PWDs,
For peace not pieces,
Scared, I might end calling
Peace not Pieces,
Resting in pieces,
Thus calling for peace not pieces,
All we crave is peace not pieces,
And that's what we miss,
Something we can grow,
Before its grown in pieces,
Calling for peace not pieces.
poem by Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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Jesus Was A Man
JESUS WAS A MAN
HE WAS BETTER THAN YOU OR I
AND THEY DIDN'T TELL HIM
NO THEY TELL HIM
YOU DIDN'T KNOW
HITLER WAS A MAN
HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE
EVERYBODY SAID SOMEONE ELSE
BUT THEY KNOW THAT IS A LIE
YEAH, GANDHI WAS A MAN
HE TOOK THE MILLIONS AND GAVE THEM MORE
WE ALL ADORE
I SAID IT LONG AGO WHEN THE SITUATIONS SCREAM SO TRUE
ALL OF IT WAS LONG AGO IN HUMANITY
SO CLIMB OUT OF THE CRADLE AND SHOW YOURSELF
TO THE REST OF HUMANITY
'COS I TOLD YOU LONG AGO EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW YOURSELF
AND ALL YOU THOUGHT WAS TRUE, SO TRUE, TOO TRUE
THE PIECES OF YOU
LITTLE PIECES, LITTLE PIECES OF YOU
OHLITTLE PIECES OF ME AND YOU
JESUS WAS A MAN
HE WAS BETTER THAN YOU OR I
NO ONE TOLD HIM, NO ONE KNEW
HITLER WAS A MAN
YOU KNOW IT
IN HUMANITY TO MAN
PIECES OF YOU
LITTLE PIECES OF ME AND YOU
OHOH
LITTLE PIECES OF ME AND YOU
OHOHOH
MY GUITAR DOESN'T WORK
I WANNA PLAY A SOLO!
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
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