The czar was always sending us commands - you shall not do this and you shall not do that - till there was very little left that we might do, except pay tribute and die.
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Sending Me Angels
(frankie miller/ jerry lynn williams)
Producer for bonnie: gene capel
I walked down to the river
Stood on the shore
Seems like the devils always
Tryin to get in my door
Just when I thought
I couldnt take anymore
You come again, my friend
He keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
Teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
Sweet and true
He keeps sending me angels
Just like you
As I stand on this mountain
Face to the wind
Amazed by the number of times
You go and sin
The countless enemies
That couldve been friends
Oh here he comes again
*he keeps sending me angels
Here they come a flyin
He keeps sending me angels
To keep me from cryin
(he keeps) sending me angels
So Ill never he blue
He keeps sending me angels
Just like you
He keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
Teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
So Ill never be blue
He keeps sending me angels
Lust like you
Some say that its comin
Say its already here
But love is among us
Through the joy and the fear
When I look in your eyes
Everything is so clear
My friend, here it comes again
(*repeat)
** he keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
To teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
Sweet and true
(he keeps) sending me angels
(* *repeat)
Sending me angels
Here they come a flyin
Sending me angels
Keep me from cryin
Sending me angels
So Ill never be blue
Sending me angels...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Shockwaves
(bill wray/diana ross/mark cawley)
Bloodpressures rising
Cant catch my breath
Everytime I hear footsteps coming nearer
These strange vibrations
I cant resist
The feeling scares me so
I lose control
My head is shaking
And my knees are weak
I feel the ground moving under me
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
This strong sensation
Is burning in me
Everytime I hear you whisper in my ear
Got to have hold of my heart
Like gravity I cant try to hide it
No way to fight it
My hands are shaking
And my knees are weak
I feel the ground moving under me
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending me
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Heaven knows I tried
To keep my sanity
But mama never told me
What a man like you could do to me
Hey shockwaves
Hey shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The White Tzar
The White Czar is Peter the Great. Batyushka, Father dear, and
Gosudar, Sovereign, are titles the Russian people are fond of
giving to the Czar in their popular songs.
Dost thou see on the rampart's height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the midnight moon? O, hist!
It is not a wreath of mist;
It is the Czar, the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He has heard, among the dead,
The artillery roll o'erhead;
The drums and the tramp of feet
Of his soldiery in the street;
He is awake! the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He has heard in the grave the cries
Of his people: "Awake! arise!"
He has rent the gold brocade
Whereof his shroud was made;
He is risen! the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
From the Volga and the Don
He has led his armies on,
Over river and morass,
Over desert and mountain pass;
The Czar, the Orthodox Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He looks from the mountain-chain
Toward the seas, that cleave in twain
The continents; his hand
Points southward o'er the land
Of Roumili! O Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
And the words break from his lips:
"I am the builder of ships,
And my ships shall sail these seas
To the Pillars of Hercules!
I say it; the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
"The Bosphorus shall be free;
It shall make room for me;
And the gates of its water-streets
Be unbarred before my fleets.
I say it; the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
"And the Christian shall no more
Be crushed, as heretofore,
Beneath thine iron rule,
O Sultan of Istamboul!
I swear it; I the Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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All Hail To The Czar!
All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam
That thunders, untamed, around Albion's shore,
See multitudes throng, dense as sea-birds whose home
Is betwixt the deaf rocks and the ocean's mad roar;
And across the ridged waters stand straining their eyes
For a glimpse of the Eagle that comes from afar:
Lo! it swoops towards the beach, and they greet it with cries
That silence the billows-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! England's noblest and best,
Her oldest, her newest, her proudest are there,
And they vie in obeisance before the great guest,
For the prize of his nod, for the alms of his stare.
To the seat of their Empire they draw him along,
Where the Palace flies open to welcome his car,
And Prince, Press, and People, with leader and song,
Ring the change on the paean-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! the bold Monarch who shook
From the heart of the Lion its insolent lust,
That once from the strongest no outrage would brook,
Till it crouched at his feet, till it crawled in the dust!
Who the laurels bequeathed to us tore from our brow,
Who extinguished our fame that once shone like a star,
Made our rulers to tremble, our heralds to bow,
And our bosoms to mock us-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! O yes! show him your ships,
Had your courage not failed, he had seen before now,
As they dally at anchor, the gag on their lips,
And the peace-loving holiday trim on their prow!
Yes! show him your army, that mighty array
He so rashly defied when he ventured to mar
The last work of its hands, and remind it to say,
But with bayonets inverted-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! As ye revel and feast,
I marvel the ghosts of the bootlessly slain
Do not come from their cold lonely graves in the East,
From the hillside that looks o'er the desolate main,
Which they perished to save, ye surrender, to live,
To the man ye now slaver, all base as ye are!
Do not stalk through the banquet-hall, pallid, and give
The gay toast ere ye drink it-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! For his daughter he gave,
Like Atrides of old, without shrinking or qualm,
Though not that the white ships might move o'er the wave,
But that ours still might ride in immovable calm!
What Religion could once, now can Statecraft persuade;
And if ye would devote to the furies of war
Half as freely your sons as he gave up his maid,
Without shame might ye shout then-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! Are ye then sunk so low,
O ye sons of the once fearless masters of earth!
That ye pour out the wine for an insolent foe,
That in depths of dishonour ye simulate mirth?
That, like unto mongrel hounds beaten and cowed,
Ye, crouched, lick alternately smiter and scar?-
Oh, rather my country lay deaf in its shroud,
Than had lived to hear silent-``All hail to the Czar!''
poem by Alfred Austin
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The Little Czar
Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran,
You’ve flung afar the grandest chance that ever came to man!
You might have been, and could have been—ah, think it to your shame!—
The Czar of all the Russias, in fact as well as name.
‘The Father of your People,’ your children called to you
To do the things to save them which only you could do.
Your soldiers whipped their faces—the trodden snow is red
With the blood of men and women; and the blood is on your head!
I saw in dreams a monarch, of his power all unaware,
Step down amongst his people from off his palace stair:
The Grand Dukes shrank and trembled, the traitors fled afar—
Through all the mighty Russias rang the order of the Czar!
You might have journeyed freely, wherever path is made,
Through all your vast dominions, alone and unafraid;
And, in the eyes of subjects, the cultured and the rude,
Have seen, instead of hatred, the tears of gratitude.
Oh, little Czar of Russia, a weak man and a fool,
At the mercy of your nobles—their prisoner and their tool—
Your freedom and your people’s and their love was to be won:
Ah, me! it would have been a deed a coward might have done.
Yet we who know so little might say one word for you:
How many in our weakness have lost our kingdoms, too!
And facing death and exile, when all the world seemed black,
How many in our after-strength have won our kingdoms back!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Licia Sonnets 40
My grief begun, fair saint, when first I saw
Love in those eyes sit ru]ing with disdain,
Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe,
And caused them serve your favor to obtain.
I stood as one enchanted with a frown,
Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes,
Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown,
And thought them gracéd by your dumb rep]ies.
But I, ambitious, could not be content
Till that my service more than sighs made known;
And for that end my heart to you I sent
To say and swear that, fair, it is your own.
Then greater graces, Licia, do impart,
Not dumb replies unto a speaking heart.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Sending You an Angel
I'm sending you an Angel
To keep you safe and sound.
To watch you and protect you
When I am not around.
I'm sending you an Angel
To guard you all your days
And guide you on life's pathway
When it becomes a maze.
I'm sending you an Angel
To help you comprehend
How very much you mean to me,
My truest, closest friend!
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Its Not A Song
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed.
Cant get to sleep; somethings in my head.
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme.
Why do I fear this time?
Its not a song till it touches your heart.
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
What do you see?
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
Time will not wait.
Oh, wont you please come dance,
While the songs still playing,
Wont be long till the silence falls.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought. Every man is the lord of a realm beside which the earthly empire of the Czar is but a petty state, a hummock left by the ice.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Postcards From The Wasteland
BOUNCE Bonus song (Japanese)
Tonight the moon's as pretty as a brand new rose
And nosey stars, they seem to know where everybody goes
As poets reach for words with broken motel pens
Here's something to hold on to 'til I come home again
Out here the days they don't have names they've got numbers
And the nights just seem to fade into each other
Jilted lovers are like fireflies, each one with a spark
Trying to fill the hole where once there was a heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Now before the summer sun gets chased away
And all of our tomorrows turn to yesterdays
I'm going to build you that castle
I'm going to write you that song
I've got to find the words to say
Until I hold you in my arms
I'm sending postcard from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Tonight I'll meet you in my dreams
See you soon
Love,
Me
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down this highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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A Tribute to a Brother
To tribute to your kindness
In words is not enough
To tell of your caring
For me and others is wasting time
To a dear brother of mine
To bridge a gap so wide
As to let me into your heart
When I don’t even know mine
This tribute to you
My brother
My friend
My family
In love you conquer hate
And within these ugly times
You conquer them with beauty
This tribute to my brother ends
But always will remain true
poem by Kathryn Thomas
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On Not Sending Christmas Cards
Dear Friends –
for friends you are, and friends
you will remain –
I’m not sending any cards this year –
so of course, I do not deserve to receive any,
by the human law of tit for tat…
So if you’re sending me a card
because you sent me one last year
and think I’ll notice if you don’t -
don’t bother.
If you’re sending me a card
just because I sent you one last year-
I don’t want it. Just don’t bother..
If you’re sending me a card
because we haven’t seen each other all the year,
maybe we should arrange to meet? Or
maybe we simply haven’t anything more
to say to each other?
Maybe we’re happier leaving it that way?
Don’t bother with a card..
If you're sending me a card
because - it's part of Chrismas fun -
and open hearts, and memories -
then, bless us every one...
If you’re sending me a card
because you never sent one before
and feel the urge – I’ll be delighted;
and if you don’t get one in return –
rest assured, that I’ll remember, and
we’ll probably soon meet;
and know: you have enrolled yourself
as my friend, anyway,
by that warming thought..
If you’re sending me a card
because you have me so deep
implanted in your heart
that your love for me is beyond a printed word –
then that’s the way that I reciprocate your love,
how could I not? Just don’t expect mere words –
though there’s a chance
a poem may wing its way one day
as whitest swans and downy doves
know in the air and space above
their heart’s true home..
for, if ever, for however short a time
you were my friend, or I to you – you are that
always. Always. This
is what the heart is for.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Blood Red Roses
Heavens above
What on earth has this come to
What have I done
What can I do now to show you
Theres still a chance
If youre ready to make up
Its not too late
cause Im not ready to break up
I try to call
But you dont hear at all
Im sending roses
Im sending blood red roses
This burning in my heart
Is tearing me apart
Im sending roses
Im sending blood red roses
Youve got to understand
Thats my heart in your hand
Dont walk away
We can get this heart mended
Or am I the fool
And has this love just ended
I tried to call
But you dont hear at all
I gotta keep on trying
To stop this love from dying
Youve got to understand
That my heart is in your hand
Roses
Im sending blood red roses
This burning in my heart
Is tearing me apart
Im sending roses
Im sending blood red roses
Roses
Im sending blood red roses
This burning in my heart
Tears me apart
Roses - blood red roses
Youve got to understand
Thats my heart in your hand
Roses
Im sending blood red roses
cause this burning in my heart
Tears me apart
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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I See Rainbows
Its getting cold around here, people are living in fear,
Whether its a country or an island.
Frighten of death, holding our breath
While our souls cry out.
I dont wanna be mugged by some mother,
I dont wanna be shot for ten dollar.
And whats this talk about limited holocaust?
Have a heart, I dont even want my roof to leak.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I dont wanna be part of terrorists,
I dont wanna be one of survivalists.
This is our world and its beautiful,
I wanna survive, survive, survive, survive together.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I See Rainbows
Its getting cold around here, people are living in fear,
Whether its a country or an island.
Frighten of death, holding our breath
While our souls cry out.
I dont wanna be mugged by some mother,
I dont wanna be shot for ten dollar.
And whats this talk about limited holocaust?
Have a heart, I dont even want my roof to leak.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I dont wanna be part of terrorists,
I dont wanna be one of survivalists.
This is our world and its beautiful,
I wanna survive, survive, survive, survive together.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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On The Run
I'm looking for a way to calm these voices in my head
With all this mad confusion
I don't wanna leave this bed
I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light
I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
From me
I'm drowning in these feelings
And it's scaring me to death
Staring at the ceiling
So many things I could have said
And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light
So many time
So many signs
You're out there waiting
I should have known
You're out there waiting
And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light
I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
From me
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Young Sycamore
I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk
between the wet
pavement and the gutter
(where water
is trickling) rises
bodily
into the air with
one undulant
thrust half its height-
and then
dividing and waning
sending out
young branches on
all sides-
hung with cocoons
it thins
till nothing is left of it
but two
eccentric knotted
twigs
bending forward
hornlike at the top
poem by William Carlos Williams
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I often shiver with cold
I often shiver with cold --
I want to be mute as a thing!
There is, in the skies, dancing gold
Sending me commands to sing!
Singer, be sad and upset,
Love, and remember, and call,
Catch, from a dark planet sent,
Light and magnificent ball.
That’s a true link, I believe,
With the mysterious worlds!
What an oppressive grief,
What a misfortune holds!
What if that star, as a pin,
Suddenly I’ll pierce my heart?
That one, which shimmering spins
Over the shop apart?
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Please Tell Them We Also Have Something To Say
for those who say,
'we do not need you' because
we cannot do anything
to add to the pile of money that
you are stacking like
a stack of hay
because we do not
serve your ends
and we just don't follow
your orders
and illegal commands
(we already packed up
and left, we were fools
not having said what
we wanted to say a long
long time ago,
we
were fools in ranks
and importance)
please tell them:
'we don't need them too'
we have other places to
go, those doors that still
open till night,
those arms who are
willing to hug us
there is another future
waiting and the air
is fresher for another
beginning.
please tell them we are
here and we have no
regrets
please tell them
there are still places for
good men and women
in here
indeed the world is wide
and there are many choices
always.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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B: XVII: Windsock
The old, the sad, the learned,
The saint and the romantic
All attribute to their muse
The power of gratification,
The only difference being
The type of tribute
each pays
On seeing how good she is
At her usual occupation;
The tribute of honour, laughter,
Acceptance, resignation,
Or more fantastic assignation.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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