The final story, the final chapter of western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.
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Our Final Farewell
To say our final farewell it happend not that long ago.
Our final farewell, I remember it so clearly.
Our final farewell, I remember your smile.
Our final farewell, I remember how proud you were
that you got promoted.
Our final farewell, happened like any 'goodbye'.
Our final farewell, you seemed happy.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy life.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy everything,
Our final farewell, I remember the conversation.
Our final farewell, sometimes haunts me.
Our final farewell, happened so quick.
Our final farewell, I didn't know that it was going to
be our last.
Our final farewell, happened more then a year ago
Your final farewell, happened on the 15/11/05 as you
took your own life.
poem by Nikki Hamilton
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The Resonant Dream
The final dream
So resonant and pure
The final dream
Will never be at its end
Its long journey almost o'er
The final dream
Has just begun
To rattle the fate at hand
The final dream
Is as pure as gold
It is perfect and will stand
The final dream
Will never come to a close
Yet it has a happy hand
The final dream
Is a grand dream
That turns the time of sand
The final dream
Is such a dream
That it is now near its end
poem by Alex Fischer
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Love, Lace, and Lies
Shut under lock and key
Masking my identity with mystery
Love, lace, and lies
A just melody to raise my final goodbyes
Flourishing the last line of destiny with turmoil
Love
A foolish thing my sanity depends on
Where my heart is racing and my brain is gone
The most important part of my epic trilogy
Rising notes to the heavens with the power of a symphony
We learn to love and thus be loved in return
Lace
A final triumphant roar of my brooding elegance
Where my secrets are buried under layers of nonsense
The core heart and soul of my brick by brick barricade
In lace is where my individuality was made
Showing and revealing where my aura is concealing
Lies
A necessary act of dependent independence
Where my mercy is gone and my mind is tense
The ending chapter of my miserable history
Adding on these you will never unveil me
Try as you might, I've made too many pitiful excuses
No, you shall never unveil my surrounding mystery
My presence is a false identity
Love, lace, and lies
A just melody to raise my final goodbyes
I'm waiting for you to sneak a peek
poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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Heaven
The piano played its final tune
And strings got torn in two
And the old lady sang her final song
As her grand-daughter cried all way through
It's the end of a chapter
An era in time
The piano lid closes
The old lady shuts her eyes
And drifts to a land far away
The last generation ends
But doesn't go to waste
It's a sad story that happens all the time
Unfortunately......
But one day this old lady will open her eyes, sing again
And the piano will mend it's strings and play again
And her grand-daughter will hear this song
And smile..... instead of cry
She'll smile again.
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Where You Dwell
Prestigious career,
The final chapter;
Appreciation,
The final count down;
But, it entered into the wrong hole and,
A great noise was heard! !
However, that was the beginning and it was like magic.
My fair lady,
Humble and respectful;
But being looked after and being guided on!
And like the African in bed.
Generate,
Encourage,
Reemphasizing,
Conclude;
With right choices and right decisions!
And like the reputation of being a person of integrity.
On the way with your lover,
And on my way with my mind;
But, like an American in bed! !
For, i know your works and where you dwell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Los Angeles
City of glam, city of crime
People are fake, you're no friend of mine
Club fights, dancing through the night
We're kids living the dream under the lights
We're in Los Angeles
Dancing through the night in Los Angeles
Hollywood trash in Los Angeles
Being ourselves in Los Angeles
Never losing Los Angeles
City of High, city of low
Selling drugs, we're losing our souls
Walking the strip with one goal
We're gonna live our dream, no one can stop us all
We're in Los Angeles
Dancing through the night in Los Angeles
Hollywood trash in Los Angeles
Being ourselves in Los Angeles
Never losing Los Angeles
Girls in my world
Music in my ears
Pain in my tears
Rock in my veins
Nothing in my brain
I think i'm going insane
That's all i need in Los Angeles
We're in Los Angeles
Dancing through the night in Los Angeles
Hollywood trash in Los Angeles
Being ourselves in Los Angeles
Never losing Los Angeles
We're in Los Angeles
Dancing through the night in Los Angeles
Hollywood trash in Los Angeles
Being ourselves in Los Angeles
Never losing Los Angeles
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End Matters
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Like the arrow that finishes and exerts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I see wonders and forests of trees apart,
They struggle and inhabit the comforts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
Likely outcomes reside in the cart,
Rolling into the street that reasserts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
My living is called a sentence to depart,
Mine is the life that is of introverts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
I catch the idiots of the hour in a flowchart,
Forgetting the tree of animals with efforts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I gather storms and saucers in what heart?
The real question lies in megahertz;
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Final Thoughts
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you just lost the blow
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you My friend
Fell thoughts of soul's descend
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
The pain hurts the fear inside
Kill be the weak to ride
Countdown to fossil down
Show Me the cancerous meltdown
???, the architects of life
???
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you
Final Thoughts
song performed by by Obituary
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Showdown
They walk with their arms away from their sides
Cause its all in the timing
Who wins the fight
All around them the signs are clear
Its gone too far
Now the showdown is here
Showdown is here
Hungry dogs follow
And the vultures lead
Self-preservation
The original greed
But theres too much fire
For the perfect match
Now its just a matter of the first attack
Which one is right
Thats no longer clear
Anger has no light
When its covered with fear
Never turn your back
Thats always when youre caught
Youre a dead man on the rack
cause youre just too proud to stop
Absolute quiet is the final warning - showdown
Six minutes and the war is roaring -showdown
The voice of reason was buried this morning -showdown
Decision for death is the final story -showdown
We used to love it when they came on the scream
The good guys strong
And the bad guys mean
But the story has changed
Now the endings insane
The audience dies
In the final frame
Its the final game
Now both sides are gone
No funerals
No priests
No crowds singing songs
No heroes in the streets
Both sides were wrong
Just too stubborn to teach
And it was just too long
Before enough people had the courage to speak
And say
No showdown
No showdown
No showdown
They walk with their arms away from their sides
Will the ones who are left
Still say they are right?
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Final Death Bed Redemption?
what is this vision
a human skeleton
praying upon knees?
arms outstretched palms
pressed together skull
raised toward heaven?
is this hope sought
final death bed atonement
redemption salvation?
is this pious final proof
of saint life lead consummation
or final life parted confession?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Final Day
When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say
Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say
There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
In the narrow light
song performed by by Young Marble Giants
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Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.
quote by Alice Munro
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This Court
This court is
Not final court.
It has got no
Unlimitted power.
This court is
Not empower to
Pass final judgement
And final decree.
The order of
This court is
Not binding.
This court has
No discretionary power
This court lacks
Original jurisdiction.
This court is
Not a real court.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Final thoughts are so, you know, final. Let's call them closing words.
quote by Craig Armstrong
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Los Angeles
I met a man
He was a good man
Sailing and shoring
Dancing the beta can-can
Making me foreign
Oh yeah
I want to live in los angeles
Not the one in los angeles
No, not the one in south california
The got one in south patagonia
I want to live in los angeles
Not the one in los angeles
They got a bunch down in moleville
They got a bunch more still
I want to live in los angeles
Not the one is los angeles
They got one in twenty-five two five
Works just like a beehive
I want to live in los angeles
Not the one in los angeles
Counting helicopters on a saturday night
The symphony of the fair light
I hear them saying los angeles
In all the black and white movies
And if you think they star-spangled us
How come we say los angeleez?
Ill wait in los angeles
Ill wait in the pouring sun
No way
For not anyone
No way
I met a man
He was a good man
Sailing and shoring
He got a betatron, man
Talking that foreign
Oh yeah
Ill wait in los angeles
Ill wait in the pouring sun
No way
For not anyone
No way
song performed by by Frank Black
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We'd dub the one that came off best into the final transcription. It gave us a chance to ad lib as much as we wanted, knowing that excess ad libbing could be sliced from the final product.
quote by Bing Crosby
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That makes me think of the 2002 World Cup Final above all else. Nobody thought at the time that our team would get through to the Final against Brazil. We should remember that this summer.
quote by Angela Merkel
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I always feel that there are no final victories and no final defeats. But it's true that America is in a hole right now. There are a lot of dead fish in the water.
quote by John Sayles
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I am in love
I am in love
With books
As they are
Like my life
My Life is like
A page written
In Black and white
Read and turn
Never look back
As the past been
Eaten up
Good or bad.
Tomorrow my future
The Next chapter
An adventure
Between the lines
I find life- a beauty
The new opportunity,
The second chance
Which I under lines
With a color full pen
Never mind whether
Lose or win, loss or gain,
As The story never end
Of the true lovers
In pain or pleasure
Chapter after chapter
Grief or relief
Story must go on.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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End of our journey
Have you ever felt like this was the end
End of our journey
we reached our destionation
love brought us together
& Than made us reach our final resort
Wich is Torn aprt at the seems
we both thought it was love
But the journey has ended
& we both have reached
our final path of a whole new world
& a whole new begining
but the ending of our journey
will always be left Dreding
But our story
will always remin
unwritten & unspoken
but always remember
Love will always find a way
evan if love is lost.
poem by Samantha Pagan
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