I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning.
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Aba Yaa
I am Aba Yaa and i am in love with you,
For you are my sunshine and my super-boy!
But like China-white and the lovers blues,
I will always be there for you like the American-red and the Italian-green.
I have perfumed my bed of roses with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon;
So come and let us drink deeply in love until the morning light,
For the delight of this love is all about you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cinnamon
Do you believe that your're dead when you die
Or do you believe in a soul
You have the power to mess with their minds
You've got them under control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
(All I wanna say is)
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Nobody sees that you smile when you lie
You'll take that mask to your grave
You know what you're doing
God knows you're not blind
You just don't want to be saved
Line'em up and knock'em down
You've taken everything and still keep coming around
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
You have the power to mess with their lives
They're under your control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down...
song performed by by Tiffany
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I send thee myrrh, not that thou mayest be by it perfumed, but it perfumed by thee.
Cassia
Myrrh, aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces;
The movement of the mountains and the seas are seen by many!
And of the waters that roared and formed,
For your love was lost last night.
There is a river whose streams will gladden your hearts,
And of one's love so sweet to share;
So why have you broken down the hedges of your love? !
For all who pass by will now pluck and eat your fruit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cinnamon Girl
As war drums beat in Babylon
Cinnamon girl starts 2 pray
Eye've never heard a prayer like this 1
Never b4 that day
Tearful words of love 4 people she had never met b4
Asking God 2 grant them mercy in this face of a holy war
Cinnamon Girl
Cinnamon Girl of mixed heritage
Never knew the meaning of color lines
911 turned that all around
When she got accused of this crime
So began the mass illusion, war on terror alibi
What's the use when the god of confusion keeps on telling the same lie?
Cinnamon Girl
Don't cry, don't shed no tears
1 night won't make us feel
Cause we know how this movie's ending
Cinnamon Girl
As war drums beat in Babylon
And scorch the blood red sky
Militants bomb the foreign gun
Both sides truly die
Cinnamon girl opens the book she knows will settle all the scores
Then she prays after the war that there will not b anymore
Cinnamon Girl
song performed by by Prince
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Cinnamon Street
Growing up on cinnamon street. everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet, its seven oclock, the breakfast treat. now the schoolbus is here, hurry up and grab a seat. all the dreams
Iny ones, another week has just begun on cinnamon street.
There was a girl on cinnamon street, the same age as me, we shared the curiosity. I won her heart cos I could play guitar. I promised her heaven at once and later all the stars. but it all remai
He same cos things can never change on cinnamon street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we made love, life was a lazy rest in the sun. later we went dancing, staying up all night long - playing all our favourite songs, cinnamon songs: oh
Na na na na.
I say goodbye to cinnamon street. springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk in a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread, its in my blood since the day I was born til I wake up...
And the sun is smiling gently, a funny shade of red, cinnamon street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we made love, life was a lazy day in the sun. later we went dancing, hanging out all night long - singing all our favourite songs, cinnamon songs: o
Na na na na na na.
song performed by by Roxette
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Cinnamon Street 2
Growing up on cinnamon street.
Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet,
Its seven oclock, the breakfast treat.
Now the schoolbus is here, hurry up and grab a seat.
All the dreams are tiny ones, another week has just begun
On cinnamon street.
There was a boy on cinnamon street,
The same age as me, we shared the curiosity.
He won my heart cos he could play guitar.
He promised me heaven at once and later all the stars.
But it all remained the same cos things can never change
On cinnamon street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
Life was a lazy rest in the sun.
Later we went dancing, staying up all night long - playing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs:
Oh oh na na na na na.
I say goodbye to cinnamon street.
Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet.
I walk in a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread,
Its in my blood since the day I was born til I wake up... dead.
And the sun is smiling gently, a funny shade of red,
Cinnamon street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
Life was a lazy day in the sun.
Later we went dancing, hanging out all night long - singing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs:
Oh oh na na na na na na...
song performed by by Roxette
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Cinnamon Girl
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Pa sent me money now
Im gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.
song performed by by Neil Young
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It Fill You Up
There's something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
But you don't know what it is
But you don't know what it is
But you don't have to know
You just take it for what it is (spoken)
Within this melody
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's more then you can see
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's another realm
There's another world
With kings and queens
Yeah yeah
That's why you got to face the facts
That's why you gotta testify (suggested)
You gotta do and die (suggested)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to do in that
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to sing with the music and groove
You got to turn on the music and groove
Every every every day
You know what I'm talking about (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Get you rolling in the money
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Work out a few kinks
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up to the brim Jim
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Lord have mercy
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Come here baby
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Inscription to Western Australia
Nation of sun and sin,
Thy flowers and crimes are red,
And thy heart is sore within
While the glory crowns thy head.
Land of the songless birds,
What was thine ancient crime,
Burning through lapse of time
Like a prophet' s cursing words!
Aloes and myrrh and tears
Mix in thy bitter wine: -
Drink, while the cup is thine,
Drink, for the draught is sign
Of thy reign in the coming years.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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It Fills You Up
Theres something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Theres something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
But you dont know what it is
But you dont know what it is
But you dont have to know
You just take it for what it is (spoken)
Within this melody
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Theres more then you can see
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Theres another realm
Theres another world
With kings and queens
Yeah yeah
Thats why you got to face the facts
Thats why you gotta testify (suggested)
You gotta do and die (suggested)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to do in that
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to sing with the music and groove
You got to turn on the music and groove
Every every every day
You know what Im talking about (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Get you rolling in the money
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Work out a few kinks
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up to the brim jim
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Lord have mercy
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Come here baby
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sally Cinnamon
Until sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
You taste of cherryade
There is something here you must show me
From what you are made
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Your eyes are gazing back from
Every little piece of glass
You seem to smile from every place
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Then I put the letter back in
The place where it was found
Its a pocket in a jacket
On a train in town
Sent to her from heaven
Sally cinnamon
Your her world
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Sally Cinnamon
Until Sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
You taste of Cherryade
There is something here you must show me
From what you are made
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
Your eyes are gazing back from
Every little piece of glass
You seem to smile from every place
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
Then I put the letter back in
The place where it was found
In the pocket of a jacket
On a train in town
Sent to her from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
Your her world
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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One morning I sat at a ridge
At the bank of a stream
one morning I sat at a ridge,
surrounded by ferns, under an old oak tree
in a wild garden, never spaded by man
with aloes, protea’s and lilies that grew by themselves,
one morning I sat at a ridge,
where branches were not pruned by man,
an earthy scent hanged there
with aloes, protea’s and lilies that grew by themselves,
I was caught by the creation of God,
as if I could stay there until eternity
an earthy scent hanged there
and later I put a line or two into the water,
roasted fish on the coals,
as if I could stay there until eternity
away from the city’s noise.
At the bank of a stream
I roasted fish on the coals
surrounded by ferns, under an old oak tree.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Flock Of Shorn
Tell me where she is and let me look for her,
Because she is perfumed with myrrh and frankincense;
And behold! ! The bed of roses is what she lays on.
Your teeth are like the flock of Shorn which came up from the washing,
And like the beauty of your bed well laid last night in the land of peace;
For, your speech is comely and, your lips are like a strand of scarlet.
Tell me where she is and, i will look for her!
For the beauty of this land is like the beauty of the rainbow;
And, i need to know much about her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fill Me With Your Love
But there are so many
Who dont know the reason
Their lives are wasting away
Just souls without purpose
They wonder in darkness
Without a thought for the day
Well, Im no savior
Im just a window
Through which your sweet love light can shine
So clean out the corners of my darkened pane
And fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Rosa Flammea
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire,
Cover your breasts that are whiter than milk, and ruddy
With dewy buds of the magical rose, your body,
Veil your lips from the shining of my desire!
As a rose growing up from hell you waver before me,
Shaking an odorous breath that is fire within;
The Lord Christ may not pardon me this sweet sin,
But the scent of the rose that is rooted in hell steals o'er me.
O Lord Christ, I am lost, I am lost, I am lost!
Her eyes are as stars in a pool and their spell is on me;
She lifts her unsearchable lids, chill fire is upon me,
It shudders through every vein, and my brain is tossed
As the leaves of a tree when the wind coils under and over;
She smiles, and I hear the heart beat in my side;
She lifts her hands, and I swirl in a clutching tide;
But shall my soul not burn in flame if I love her?
She shall veil those eyes, those lips, ah! that breast.
Demon seeking my soul, I do adjure thee,
In the name of him for whose tempted sake I endure thee,
Trouble my sight no more: lost soul, be at rest!
She smiles, and the air grows into a mist of spices,
Frankincense, cinnamon, labdanum, and myrrh
Rise in sweet smoke about the feet of her
Before whom the sweets of the world are as sacrifices.
Cinnamon, frankincense, labdanum, and myrrh
Smoke in the air, the fume of them closes round me;
Help, ere the waves of the flood of odours have drowned me,
Help, ere it be too late! There has no help come,
And I feel that the rose of the pit begins to blossom
Into the likeness of a lost soul on fire,
And the soul that was mine is emptied of all but desire
Of the rose of her lips and the rose of her bosom.
Ah! she smiles the great smile, the immortal shame:
Her mouth to my mouth, though hell be the price hereafter!...
I hear in the whirling winds her windy laughter,
And my soul for this shall whirl in the winds of flame.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Embroidered Garments
A broken vessel,
Teach us your path;
And like the greetings to the children of men!
But, show us your ways to be on this righteous path always.
Don't be like the horse or the mule which has no understanding,
For the earth is established on seas and floods;
But, hatred is now seen in the eyes of many.
Why do you boast f your evil? !
For the green olive tree is standing and watching;
And like embroidered garments in the land of your muse.
Is this what you are looking for? !
Then, think twice before you carry along that gun;
For he earth is established on seas and floods.
My love is scented with myrrh, aloes and cassia;
But, action speaks louder than words! !
So, flee from evil things.
Try the reality,
Try the truth!
For the truth is for free;
And come and taste the sweet of love!
For, flattering lips are not needed over here,
But the request of the humble will always lead the way.
Incline your mind to my poems,
For, there is a crown of gold on my head;
And like the joy of the coconut in the land of my muse,
Because, action speaks louder than words!
Green is equal to yellow and blue,
Orange is equal to yellow and red,
Black is equal to red and blue,
So, try to learn from my muse always!
For you are my son and, this day i have begotten you;
But the humble ones will swim in my lake of love always.
I am among the lions!
But their own nets will take their feet! !
For, a shield will always surround me;
But, a cry of conquest is like a lomnely person in the wilderness.
Where is your hope? !
Tell me if your know;
For, i came out from my mother's womb to tell my story,
And like a champion to run a race!
But, evening, morning and at noon i do pray for my life on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Comes A Time
Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says dont you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe.
Dont give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
Only love can fill.
Been walking all morning went walking all night
I cant see much difference between the dark and light
And I feel the wind and I taste the rain
Never in my mind to cause so much pain.
Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says dont you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe.
Dont give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
Only love can fill.
From day to day just letting it ride.
You get so far away from how it feels inside.
You cant let go cause youre afraid to fall,
But the day may come when you cant feel at all.
The words come out like an angry stream.
You hear yourself say things you could never mean.
When you cool down you find your mind.
You got a lot of words youve got to stand behind.
Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says dont you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe.
Dont give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
Only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Father
Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.
Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.
Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.
I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.
I see the light;
Its burning out the night.
Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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