It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.
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You're My Mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think shes a cow
Shes let you down too many times now
Lets go for a drink, forget it for now
Put It behind you, I think its your round
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think hes a pain
He aint got a car, but he drives you insane
Lets go for a drink and sink a few
Enough about him lets talk about you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
TAXI
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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Strength of interest
Listen for a fun;
Listen for news;
Listen for a reason;
Listen for a probe;
Listen to a scandal;
Listen to learn.
Listen to put it in use.
All evoke interest
And its intensity is
In ascending order.
But to get a listener
Surpasses all those interests.
15.04.2001, Vijayv
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Three Maidens
There were three maidens met on the highway;
The sun was down, the night was late:
And two sang loud with the birds of May,
O the nightingale is merry with its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Why walk you there so still?
The land is dark, the night is late:
O, but the heart in my side is ill,
And the nightingale will languish for its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Of lovers there is store;
The moon mounts up, the night is late:
O, I shall look on man no more,
And the nightingale is dumb without its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Uncross your arms and sing;
The moon mounts high, the night is late:
O my dear lover can hear no thing,
And the nightingale sings only to its mate.
They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure;
The moon is pale, the night is late:
His grave is shallow on the moor;
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair;
The moon is chill, the night is late:
But I will lie beside him there:
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
poem by George Meredith
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Fear Held Dear
Listen
Listen To Me
Listen
Listen To Me
Listen
You Left Your Mark
Like A Handprint In Wet Cement
To Make Sure These Regrets I Won't Forget
You Tried To Divide
Dissect Me Of My Pride
But I Refuse To Fold Into Your Arms
Media's' Ventriloquist
Anglo Saxon Evangelist
I Find It So Ridiculous
The Fears That We Hold Dear
Listen
Listen Please Won't You Listen
Anybody
Won't You Listen To The Things That We Hold Dear.
song performed by by Mushroomhead from Superbuick
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Long Song Comin
Politician 'bout to make his speech
Signal for attention, please
Then he shuffled his notes
And wiped his sweating brow
I looked at my friend next to me
And we don't dare agree
Before this is over
We'll wish we woulda left right now
'Cause it sounds like a long song comin'
And it looks like he might throw in a little dancin', too
Yes, it sounds like a long song comin'
And buddy, listen buddy
We got better things to listen to
Lady from a church bizarre
Was smiling from her head to her feet
All the way down to her feet
That she couldn't see
She started speeking her piece
I said "Stop, Wait a minute, please
Before you start talkin'
I wish you'd please listen to me."
'Cause it sounds like a long song comin'
And though some of the things you say might be true
It still sounds like a long song comin'
And baby, listen lady, I got better things to listen to
Yes, it sounds like a long song comin'
And it looks like you might throw in a little dancin', too
Yes, it sounds like a long song comin'
And buddy, listen buddy, I got better things to listen to
Say, so it sounds like a long song comin'
And it sounds like some just might be true
Still it sounds like a long song comin'
And buddy, listen buddy, I got better things to listen to
And buddy, listen buddy, we got better things to listen to
song performed by by Bob Seger
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To a Dead Mate
There's many a man who rides today
In the lonely, far out-back;
There's many a man who makes his way
On a dusty bushland track;
There's many a man in bush and town
Who mourns for a good mate gone;
There are eyes grown sad and heads cast down
Since Henry has passed on.
A mate he was, and a mate to love,
For mateship was his creed:
With a strong, true heart and a soul above
This sad world's sordid greed.
He lived as a mate, and wrote as a mate
Of the things which he believed.
Now many a good man mourns his fate,
And he leaves a nation grieved.
True champion he of the lame and halt:
True knight of the poor was he,
Who could e'er excuse a brother's fault
With a ready sympathy.
He suffered much, and much he toiled,
With his hand e'er for the right:
And he dreamed and planned while the billy boiled
In the bushland camp at night.
Joe Wilson and his mates are sad,
And the tears of bushwives fall,
For the kindly heart that Henry had
Had made him loved of all.
There's many a man who rides today,
Cast down and sore oppressed;
And thro' the land I hear them say:
'Pass, Henry, to your rest.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Listen
Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
Listen to the trees
For they are the sages
Listen to them whisper their knowledge in your ear
Listen to the leaves
For they are the talkers
Listen to them talk
Listen to the stream
for it is the dreamer
Listen to its dreams
Listen to mother nature
For she is their mother
Listen with her for she is your mother too
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sonnet- O Listen To...
O listen to the songs, so sweet of Birds;
0 listen to the sea-waves hitting shore;
0 listen to the noise of trampling herds;
0 listen to the breeze that slams the door.
0 listen to the animals all wild;
0 listen to the Wind that howls and screams;
0 listen to the cries of orphaned child;
0 listen to the shrieks of ghosts in dreams.
0 listen to the beggar asking alms;
0 listen to the noises made by Science;
0 listen to the children clapping palms;
0 listen to God-given Conscience.
0 listen within you and hear God's call;
The Holy Spirit dwells in good souls- all.
poem by John Celes
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You Want Me To Listen But You Don't
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
Undivided is my mind,
When giving you time.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!
When I'm there and able,
You don't think I'm capable.
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
Every morning and at dawn,
Sing you do that same sad song.
'Nobody loves me.'
And...
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You can decide to have a change of heart.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!
Everyday there's a new way,
You can move or choose to stay.
But to that you don't listen and you wont,
And don't!
'Nobody loves me.'
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Song Of The Ages
A SONG OF THE AGES
Edward Iacona
There is a popular mind set,
That on some level might be true,
That when a woman gets older
Her mate will bid her adieu.
There are no doubt many reasons
For this possible lack of satisfaction,
Maybe one could be her preoccupation
With, 'The Power of Attraction'.
Maybe she could consider this
Before she starts meditating,
That her mate would be receptive
To some real communicating.
Yes, there can be many reasons why
Younger women may have appeal.
It is not just the physical thing
That initiates the male zeal.
The idea of a younger woman
Has an up side just because all
Of the peace and possibilities of a gal
That's further away from menopausal.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Dont Listen/ listen
Don't listen when they tell you that you can't be somebody well known someday
Don't listen
to the stupid remarks people say
Don't listen
when people spread rumors.
Listen
when people give you advise
Listen
when they try to bring you spirit high
Listen
because they always try to help you.
Don't listen
to the people who try to get you high
Don't listen
to the people who lie
Don't listen
to the people who tell you that your ugly.
Listen
to the people who make you smile
Listen
to the people and get to know them for a while
Listen
to the people for you may learn something everyday.
poem by Leticia Starkey
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Be still, but be in vigour.
Listen.
The winds of change blow at your feet.
Listen.
They call your name and feed your heart.
Listen.
They tell you what you want and more,
listen.
Just stop, and listen.
They know you,
truly,
and they are simply here to show you the way.
They know the quivering child who fears the world who resides inside your soul.
Listen.
They bring you no harm, so
listen.
Listen and just be glad.
Your angels have come to take you home.
Listen
LISTEN
Listen
Listen more carefully
Hear your own inner sounds
Wait for the music
Listen
The poem is being written within you
It does not know your name
Or any name
But listen
Let its rhythm come
It needs not be anything any other poem has been before
Listen
Its your poem
Now
Listen listen listen
And write it slowly down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Why Can't You Listen?
Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.
Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.
Why do you call Me?
Why do you say you're alone?
You wish for Me to appear.
And yet when I'M near.
Your closed ears wont hear Me!
Why do you pray to Me?
Master I Am of your World.
I'M with you there silently.
But you will not see...
Everything that is Me!
One I Am and only One!
Maker of your Moon, Stars and Sun.
All things on Earth that is there...
Is there if you ask,
But your faith does not last!
Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.
Why do you call Me?
Why do you say you're alone?
You wish for Me to appear.
And yet when I'M near.
Your closed ears wont hear.
A word.
Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen to Me.
Listen...
And let Me in!
'Father...
Clear my mind of these obstacles! '
I'M trying!
But you wish it 'your' way.
And not the way MY way is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lavender Bassman
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender
His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her
Listen to the sounds hes giving
As he is living
True to lavender
Listen to the things my friend is saying now
A poetry of notes as he is playing now, playing now
Listen to the tales hes telling
Magic bass compelling
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
His fingerboards a highway, hes a traveler, traveler
Listen to his fingers making music
Hear his soul embarking
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Treading In His Footsteps
I heard Jesus say 'Come follow me'
and thought 'how close to Him can I be.'
So I decided in His footsteps to tread
to listen closely to all that He said.
So I walked as close as Enoch walked
and day by day we walked and talked.
Until there came that glorious day
when I had followed Him all the way.
All the way to heaven He had taken me
there to dwell with Him eternally.
Transforming me He'd taken me home
for so much like Him I had become.
A Mate can do no Wrong
We learnt the creed at Hungerford,
We learnt the creed at Bourke;
We learnt it in the good times
And learnt it out of work.
We learnt it by the harbour-side
And on the billabong:
'No matter what a mate may do,
A mate can do no wrong!'
He’s like a king in this respect
(No matter what they do),
And, king-like, shares in storm and shine
The Throne of Life with you.
We learnt it when we were in gaol
And put it in a song:
' No matter what a mate may do,
A mate can do no wrong!'
They’ll say he said a bitter word
When he’s away or dead.
We’re loyal to his memory,
No matter what he said.
And we should never hesitate,
But strike out good and strong,
And jolt the slanderer on the jaw –
A mate can do no wrong !
poem by Henry Lawson
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One of a kind
My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.
They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate
I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.
I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.
My greatest hero’s Frankenstein
who was the first to recombine
Assorted parts into a whole
that could compose a barcarole.
The promised me before I die
go to that great Lab in the sky
They’ll do their best to raise a clone
so I wont feel quite so alone.
There is one snag, their plan will fail
for any clone would be a male.
I won’t be happy I am not gay
a male won’t chase my blues away.
I think I’d rather be alone
when all is said and all is done
I have no wish to procreate
a family without a mate.
For single parents life is hard
a lot of work with small reward
I’ll concentrate on breeding fish
I WILL NOT wed a petri dish.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My hut
My house in a slum is a hut.
To it I return every night.
In it lives as grown stale my mate.
My hut and my mate are a safe bet
To me who am shut to other huts.
To sleep in I return to my hut.
To sleep with, I return to my mate.
I am used to it, though a hut.
19.03.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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