I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck.
quote by Anne Boleyn (19 May 1536)
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Up To My Neck In You
Well Ive been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
Ive been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
Im telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
And Ive been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Ive been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh its way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now Im up, up to my neck in you
Well Ive been up to my neck in whiskey
Ive been up to my neck in wine
Ive been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasnt mine
I was a loser
You werent lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What youve got no one else could do
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh Im up to my neck in you
song performed by by AC-DC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Execution of James Graham, Marquis of Montrose
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May,
The city of Edinburgh was put into a state of dismay
By the noise of drums and trumpets, which on the air arose,
That the great sound attracted the notice of Montrose.
Who enquired at the Captain of the guard the cause of it,
Then the officer told him, as he thought most fit,
That the Parliament dreading an attempt might be made to rescue him,
The soldiers were called out to arms, and that had made the din.
Do I, said Montrose, continue such a terror still?
Now when these good men are about my blood to spill,
But let them look to themselves, for after I am dead,
Their wicked consciences will be in continual dread.
After partaking of a hearty breakfast, he commenced his toilet,
Which, in his greatest trouble, he seldom did forget.
And while in the act of combing his hair,
He was visited by the Clerk Register, who made him stare,
When he told him he shouldn't be so particular with his head,
For in a few hours he would be dead;
But Montrose replied, While my head is my own I'll dress it at my ease,
And to-morrow, when it becomes yours, treat it as you please.
He was waited upon by the Magistrates of the city,
But, alas! for him they had no pity.
He was habited in a superb cloak, ornamented with gold and silver lace;
And before the hour of execution an immense assemblage of people were round the place.
From the prison, bareheaded, in a cart, they conveyed him along the Watergate
To the place of execution on the High Street, where about thirty thousand people did wait,
Some crying and sighing, a most pitiful sight to see,
All waiting patiently to see the executioner hang Montrose, a man of high degree.
Around the place of execution, all of them were deeply affected,
But Montrose, the noble hero, seemed not the least dejected;
And when on the scaffold he had, says his biographer Wishart,
Such a grand air and majesty, which made the people start.
As the fatal hour was approaching when he had to bid the world adieu,
He told the executioner to make haste and get quickly through,
But the executioner smiled grimly, but spoke not a word,
Then he tied the Book of Montrose's Wars round his neck with a cord.
Then he told the executioner his foes would remember him hereafter,
And he was as well pleased as if his Majesty had made him Knight of the Garter;
Then he asked to be allowed to cover his head,
But he was denied permission, yet he felt no dread.
He then asked leave to keep on his cloak,
But was also denied, which was a most grievous stroke;
Then he told the Magistrates, if they could invent any more tortures for him,
He would endure them all for the cause he suffered, and think it no sin.
On arriving at the top of the ladder with great firmness,
His heroic appearance greatly did the bystanders impress,
Then Montrose asked the executioner how long his body would be suspended,
Three hours was the answer, but Montrose was not the least offended.
Then he presented the executioner with three or four pieces of gold,
Whom he freely forgave, to his honour be it told,
And told him to throw him off as soon as he uplifted his hands,
While the executioner watched the fatal signal, and in amazement stands.
And on the noble patriot raising his hands, the executioner began to cry,
Then quickly he pulled the rope down from the gibbet on high,
And around Montrose's neck he fixed the rope very gently,
And in an instant the great Montrose was launched into eternity.
Then the spectators expressed their disapprobation by general groan,
And they all dispersed quietly, and wended their way home
And his bitterest enemies that saw his death that day,
Their hearts were filled with sorrow and dismay.
Thus died, at the age of thirty-eight, James Graham, Marquis of Montrose,
Who was brought to a premature grave by his bitter foes;
A commander who had acquired great military glory
In a short space of time, which cannot be equalled in story.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Rhapsody Unshackled (Serious Adult Content)
Few have heard the distant
ecstatic melody:
The slaves heard it
as their pursuers closed in on them,
The political prisoner heard it
as he lay dying in his filthy cell,
Holocaust victims heard it
as they listened to the hiss of gas,
The kidnapped hostage heard it
as the blade touched his neck.
First faint notes,
then a rumbling deep in the earth.
A joyous song
rises like a cloud in the air,
Finally, a promise thunders
in the soul,
There is no death,
You shall be free,
there is deliverance,
there is another land!
poem by Mary Naylor
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0314 Executive Decision
‘Look! now briefly, mortal living head -
As severed from thy now so lifeless limbs
In brief and, who knows, truthful, godly view,
So solemn, oncely, rare - that fleshly instrument
That thou hath used, misused…
And learn this last of life’s live lessons, quick and dread
In these few seconds of a living death…’
So Dean John Donne might have wrung out
that detail, had he known it – tolled
his solemn, tortured, feargod, ringing knell
- had he but known this ‘metaphysical’ quaint fact:
that, when the executioner’s sharp axeblade
slices through your neck with such finality,
the head maintains its human faculties
for eight brief seconds after body falls;
the executioner, it’s said, with great formality, then
takes hold that still-life head by its warm hair,
and turns it round with all solemnity,
to gaze its last repentence or regret
upon its frail accomplice on life’s way;
the gathered audience awed to silent, ice-cold heart..
last freeze-frame photo of an undeveloped film.
This solemn final courtesy of soul to soul
I’ll leave to metaphysicals, to speak life whole.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When I Heard
Of earth where I stand I hear
meaningless euphemism of tiny mouths full of greedy
I heard from my right side and left and back of my neck
And I do not need to rotate the neck to look for where the hell euphemism without meaning begins
Let them satisfy themselves with a full bustle reproach
I would have remained standing on the earth where I stand, though I heard a tiny mouths were full of greedy indulgence in all their charms
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
quote by John Donne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Best Deception
I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights,
and the cool guys that you spent them with.
Well I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
Don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you.
So kiss me hard
'cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday
and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service
to keeping you away.
I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us.
Well I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing.
I'd rather you'd never heard my voice.
too late to be gracious
and you do not warrant long good-byes.
You're calling too late.
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tight
Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils listen
Can you listen?
Or is it that
You've learnt too much
What's your limit
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hold tight
Yeah, I can see ya
You got it all under your skin
Turn around where you stand
Everybody takes aim at adversity
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hold tight
I got ya message
I got it all
And there's no limit
The travel between our dreams
Has not come to an end
So let's keep up
Our unholy alliance
You know you've heard
Teeth are clenched
A pack of lies -- yeah
Chords in the neck are tense
So hold tight
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.
quote by Marlon Brando
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Someone with an unrelenting heart is his own executioner.
Uptown Down-home Good Ol Boy
Hell never wear a business suit
Cowboy hats and bull hide boots just suit him fine
See that buckle shine
He won it in a rodeo
On a horse named desperado
And he won the ride but he broke his back
Hit so hard he heard it crack
No more rodeo
But you cant keep a good man down
A line of western wear uptown heard of his fame
And they bought his name
Now he looks down from a suite
At the silver limo parked out on the street
And hes not just a face in a martini crowd
He drinks long neck bud and gets a little loud
The mans back on his feet
Hes an uptown down-home good ol boy
In a business world so fast
On a horse of a different color
But hell hang on til the last
Hes still the local hero
Hes the hometown pride and joy
Hes an uptown down-home good ol boy
A woman loved him through it all mbr> through his rowdy days and his hardest fall when he almost died
She stayed by his side
Shes still right there today
He wouldnt have it any other way
And he never did get too proud
To hang out with the same old crowd
Were proud to say
Hes an uptown down-home good ol boy
In a business world so fast
Oh but its a different saddle
Than he once rode in the past
Hes the hometown pride and joy
Hes an uptown down-home good ol boy
Hes an uptown down-home good ol boy
song performed by by Garth Brooks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wear My Ring Around Your Neck
(words & music by bert caroll - russell moody)
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them know I love you so
And let them no by the ring around your neck
They say that goin steady is not the proper thing
They say that were too young to know the meaning of a ring
I only know that I love you and that you love me too
So, darling, please do what I ask of you
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Let them know I love you so
And let them know by the ring around your neck
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Poem A Day
a poem a day
is a pain in my neck.
and that
is everyday.
and everyday is
also a pain
in my neck.
and my neck
however,
has no mouth
to complain.
i need a massage.
i need a little
pampering.
perhaps a kiss
in my
ass from
an innocent
moral
religious
woman
no, do i have really
to be banal
about my
search for the
holy?
never felt
immaculate
but i will try
not to be vile
and irreverent
to emotions
into the sacrosanct
the righteous
seraphic saintly
sublime self
into the valley of
death
i will still sing my
song.
truly, i must be
in this daily dose
of pain in the neck
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Neck On Up
I gave the girls the eye
Ive given lust a try
Im just an average guy
From the neck on down
I used to have my fun
When all was said and done
I only wanted someone
From the neck on down
Maybe its one too many mornings after
Maybe Im sick of my own nervous laughter
Now Im looking for heaven
From the neck on up
For a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
I was a typical man
I had a master plan
I thought that heaven began
From the waist on down
And I had always said
That I could use my head
But I was thinking instead
From the waist on down
Maybe its one too many frozen shoulders or
Maybe I havent noticed getting older
Trapped in a dream
Something has to change in this endless stream
Of ships that pass in the night
Is this what I want out of life?
I want to know what this game is about
I want someone to try and figure me out
I cant determine why
But Im a different guy
Your modus operandi
Turned me inside out
Its not that I dont care
About your fine hardware
But youve got something else there
I cant figure out
Maybe I just cant finish what Ive started or
Maybe its simply that Ive been outsmarted
Now Ive found my heaven
From the neck on up
Youre a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Faking Friendship
It is to darkness I run,
It is to darkness I hide.
It is to you I reached,
It is to you I lied.
You won my respect,
Both inside and out.
It was with you I wished,
Something good would sprout.
I trusted you through,
the very thick and thin.
Hoping most dearly,
that your trust I'd win.
And then I fall short,
and realise the miss.
I realise it now,
How it was me you'd diss.
It hurt so much,
so much more than you'd know.
Like an executioner's axe,
striking the final blow.
I wish I never saw it,
and yet I already did.
And then I just tell myself,
you're just a pathetic kid.
If the dowry doesn't support her, even the executioner is disinterested.
Eat and take belly, because tomorrow the assistant of the executioner will come to take the skin.