There are no bridges in folk songs because the peasants died building them.
quote by Eugene Chadbourne
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Too Much Water
Dreams in the night
Dreams overflow
Building bridges to each other
Hearts make the waters flow
Sunlight and diamonds
Reflecting hope
Making journeys to each other
Going where lovers go
You were sleeping, I was walking
To the rhythm of the falling rain
Too much water, to cross over
All the bridges falling down
You sing me songs
With overtures
From strange exotic places
Words Ive never known
Wait til the morning
Dont send me back
Dont send me back across the rainbow
No return to where Ive been
You were reaching, I was taken
To the river in the light of dawn
Too much water, to cross over
All the bridges falling down
Falling down
Come lie beside me
Lie beside me now
Beneath the waves
Beauty surrounds us
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Untitled Poem - I
Once, one of my students read a book we had.
She was doing a history assignment on
the decline and fall of the Roman Empire
and crying. When I asked her why
she said Because. All those people died.
I said that if you start to cry for the dead
You won’t have much time for anything else.
Besides, after all the city people were killed
or died off, because their cultures got too high,
the barbarians kept some peasants alive
for their food value. Some barbarian raped
some peasant woman who produced
a child who ultimately produced you
and me, so there is this family continuity,
so don’t cry, it’s obvious, look around!
This is the reason why we Americans
are a nation of peasants and barbarians,
poem by Alan Dugan
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A Princess Of Romanian Folk Died
Romania is in mourning.
A princess of Romanian folk died
a few hours ago.
There will be many trees on this land
without the forest
and other cords of the guitars,
and some kind of vibration, maybe more pleasant,
but there will never be another Tatiana
impeccable Stepa, ineluctable Stepa, irresistible Stepa.
Because she could let her love
trickle into our souls,
until all her songs on the altar of praise were laid,
until today, when our eyes are glittered
from the reflection of our tears...
Her extraordinary talent melted our hearts...
And step by step,
ab initio Stepa, ab ovo Stepa
She sang all her songs to us,
but she was the most beautiful sound
we have ever heard.
And she could make us squeal with delight.
The more beautiful we became just after hearing her songs.
And if we learned to exist as part of Earth
when only love could keep us together,
it was because
she lived to teach us how to live.
Pro tempore and in esse
Tatiana Stepa died.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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May seventeenth
Wergeland's statue on May seventeenth
Saw the procession. And as its rear-guard,
Slow marching masses,
Strong men, and women with flower-decked presence;
Come now the peasants, come now the peasants.
Österdal's forest's magnificent chieftain
Bore the old banner. Soon as we see it
Blood-red uplifted,
Greet it the thousands in thought of its story:
That is our glory, that is our glory!
Never that lion bore crown that was foreign,
Never that cloth was by Dannebrog cloven.
I saw the
future
,
When with that banner by Wergeland's column
Peasants stood solemn, peasants stood solemn.
Most of our loss in the times that have vanished,
Most of our victories, most of our longing,
Most that is vital:
Deeds of the past and the future's bold daring
Peasants are bearing, peasants are bearing.
Sorely they suffered for sins once committed,
But they arise now. Here in the Storting
Stalwart they prove it,
All, as they come from our land's every region,
Peasants Norwegian, peasants Norwegian.
Hold what they won, with a will to go farther;
Whole we must have independence and honor!
All of us know it:
Wergeland's summer bears soon its best flower,-
Power in peasants, peasants in power.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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When Heart Accept Another, No Bridge Required On River Of Life!
How can people build bridges,
When are busy in building houses
and towers,
Temples, churches
And mosques,
When belief breaks relations, But not interested in invisible
bridges between hearts
only some hearts weep,
Hearing cry of other ones! Either are sincere,
Or reached lonely island,
When ship of life wrecked!
Only faith construct bridges,
Beliefs break them and from that
stones, Build walls of forts! When heart has eyes to look into
another heart,
When one accept another,
No bridge required on river of
life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Some of their best songs don't have bridges and choruses. So that made me think I should trust my instincts. My songs were okay, I figured. I didn't need to change anything.
quote by Lucinda Williams
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Dead Folk Don't Talk
On the day she died they all came,
though I was shocked they recalled her name
but they drank our booze and ate our cake
yeah they ate our cake alright.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
Nobody came and nobody called
when she was ill and dying.
Nobody seemed to care at all
and now they're all here crying.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
So I sat there dazed and out of control
listening to them talking,
but when she were alive, the house was still,
just me and mother sighing.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
And afterwards, when they all went
I carried out her last requests.
I moved her gas fire, paid the rent
and left a note to the dairyman.
Nobody came and nobody called
when she was ill and dying.
Nobody seemed to care at all
and if they say they did, they're lying.
poem by Ruth Walters
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I guess all songs is folk songs. I never heard no horse sing 'em.
quote by Big Bill Broonzy
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Building Bridges
And where has innocence gone
Do we know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
All the words we are fed
And the need to belong
cause we cant get connected
Baby try
Where has our innocence gone
We whisper and touch
Its like we should start again
When does the strip begin
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Where has your innocence gone
Do you just know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given back
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given
Theres nothing if the truth dont survive
And where has innocence gone
Do we know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
song performed by by INXS
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Education is all a matter of building bridges.
quote by Ralph Ellison
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Sanctuary
My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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I've never looked at a suburban building as being a minor building and an urban building as being a major building.
quote by Helmut Jahn
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Worship Erected Temples Cathedrals Mosques
in worship we aspire to please God
in offerings we aspire to please God
in buildings we aspire to please God
in sanctified creation songs sculptures
paintings plays poetry we aspire desires
felt dedicated to God by faithful devotes
worship erected temples cathedrals mosques
history abounds in massive building faith
building faith erected to honour God
transition in building worship utilization
poem by Terence George Craddock
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So from the mould
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So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise—
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Village Song
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going?
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?
Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you?
Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you?
Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going,
Where upon the champa boughs the champa buds are blowing;
To the köil-haunted river-isles where lotus lilies glisten,
The voices of the fairy folk are calling me: O listen!
Honey, child, honey, child, the world is full of pleasure,
Of bridal-songs and cradle-songs and sandal-scented leisure.
Your bridal robes are in the loom, silver and saffron glowing,
Your bridal cakes are on the hearth: O whither are you going?
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Far sweeter sound the forest-notes where forest-streams are falling;
O mother mine, I cannot stay, the fairy-folk are calling.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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And when I've been away from my family and friends, I have felt good hearing some of those old songs.
quote by Beau Bridges
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We have a long way to go before we are able to hear the voices of everyone on earth, but I believe that providing voices and building bridges is essential for the World Peace we all wish for.
quote by Joichi Ito
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(Love Poem) Building It All Up
Building it all up. Here I come.
With the antidote to what you need.
So sure of myself.
Absolute certainty.
Building it all up.
This is concrete.
No more dragging my feet.
You make me feel whole and complete.
Building it all up.
Time to lay the foundation to the everlasting.
Forever as a word means nothing,
but in my heart it means everything.
Building it all up.
Even when its hard.
Even whens it far.
I still can see my star.
Even in the dark.
It shines so bright.
Building it all up.
I feel so strong.
The weight of whole world on my shoulders.
It will never get old.
It will never get cold.
You are building my fire,
my warmth, everything that means so much.
So build it all up.
Here I come.
Were gonna have so much fun.
But yet the work shall never be done.
I will always love you hun. Always.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Building Bridges
I came from another place
I was born under a different star and
That is what I believe- When the rain fell, I did not grow,
In the sunlight I could not see what was ahead of me,
That sun was so far away- although far away from everyone,
I know and I believe- Building bridges in my sleep
Trying to get to a place where
I would grow and my thoughts would be in control-
Walking pathways in my wakefulness uphill and down
Trying to find a place where I would fit,
As would a piece in a jigsaw puzzle or
Perhaps just to be heard, or understood?
Here alone I can hear my thoughts as they speak to me,
Almost like far away voices echoing within the back of my mind-
My soul was snatched away at birth or I was born under a different star-
To where I wish I could return-
If I could fly with broken wings, I would,
If I could cry tears of joy, not sorrow, I would-
I am an angry spirit building ladders out of time-
That time I feel is running out-
Picking roses in vain trying to find a purpose here-
Building bridges when I sleep,
Where I would cross to another place in time,
I continue to walk pathways in my wakefulness
Until I find a place where I could grow with the flowers and
Find beauty and a purpose in this world
Because I don't know where that star into which I was born is to be-
Perhaps it was a shooting star traveling across the universe-
I got lost along the way and landed here -
A rare bird whose wings have broken and cannot fly-
So I will continue to build those bridges in my sleep and
Walk uphill and downward in my wakefulness-
Until my thoughts are in control and when my thoughts are in control, and
I become a flower or better yet a tree, just happy to be growing
Amongst nature- flowers and trees don't weep or feel the pain
Of being threatened or lost-I shall grow until I touch the sky and
Meet face to face with the sun which shall shine hope upon me and
Everybody knows that trees and flowers haven't a care and
Just stand looking strikingly beautiful- they have no wounded spirits-
They are loved by everyone and because they have no souls,
They are never misunderstood…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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