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Clark Street Bridge

Dust of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.

Now. . .
. . Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.

Voices of dollars
And drops of blood
. . . . .
Voices of broken hearts,
. . Voices singing, singing,
. . Silver voices, singing,
Softer than the stars,
Softer than the mist.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Nine Voices

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices

song performed by by Yes
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Nine Voices

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices

song performed by by Yes
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Blue Island Intersection

Six streets come together here.
They feed people and wagons into the center.
In and out all day horses with thoughts of nose-bags,
Men with shovels, women with baskets and baby-buggies.
Six ends of streets and no sleep for them all day.
The people and wagons come and go, out and in.
Triangles of banks and drug stores watch.
The policemen whistle, the trolly cars bump:
Wheels, wheels, feet, feet, all day.

In the false dawn when the chickens blink
And the east shakes a lazy baby toe at tomorrow,
And the east fixes a lazy pink half-eye this way,
In the time when only one milk wagon crosses
These three streets, these six street ends,
It is the sleep time and they rest.
The triangle banks and the drug stores rest.
The policeman is gone, his star and gun sleep.
The owl car blutters along in a sleep walk.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Last Answers

I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.

I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day
it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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A silent murder

A silent murder
A whispering grave
Voices are spoken
But they all fade away

Left all alone
In this forsaken home
Pictures we'll bare
Lost long voices we'll share

Broken memories of the past
Where too good to last
So pack up your bags
This is your last chance

Voices we long to hear
Are crackled, unclear
And faces we miss
Are long lost in the mist

New people we will meet
Eyes don't leave our feet
For memories from our past
Were built strong, to forever last

Frame your past
Shatter your future
Lose yourself in the moment
Lose yourself in the past
Twisted lives, will forever last

Frame your past
Jump inside
Hate the moment
So feed me more lies

poem by Shannon daffsdffjk
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Sweep From The Mind

I merrily sing along the days and nights,
As my highness demands for all its worth;
Glory has arrived forming beauty for me,
Along the path that I command.
Thoughts swept by the wind also are remembered,
Since the breeze of heaven is witnessed.
My party of followers sings along time,
For time shall sweep the dust from your feet,
Singing is the best of the times,
Singing clarifies the mind so much,
Alacrity of thinking shall be obeyed,
For time shall sweep the dust from your feet.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Diddy Doo Wop

Lyrics & music: daryl hall, john oates
Look at me, i'm running
Ooh, what have i done
Oh, i must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, i hear the voices deep inside
And the voice is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Keep singing diddy doo wop
Charlie liked the beatles
Sam, he liked rich girl
I'm still hung up on the duke of earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the doo wop voices everywhere
Oh, the duke is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Diddy doo wop
I hear the voices

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Diddy Doo Wop (I Hear The Voices)

Lyrics & Music: Daryl Hall, John Oates
Look at me, I'm running
Ooh, what have I done
Oh, I must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, I hear the Voices deep inside
And the Voice is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Keep singing Diddy Doo Wop
Charlie liked the Beatles
Sam, he liked Rich Girl
I'm still hung up on the Duke of Earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the Doo Wop Voices everywhere
Oh, the Duke is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Diddy Doo Wop
I hear the Voices

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Play On

All of my life, the wheels were turning
Drawing me near, to something that's burning bright
The music begins, a song that is new
Joining as one, it leads me to you
(Chorus)
Play on, play on, lifting our voices to reach the sky
Play on, play on, singing a song and my heart's on fire
My morning star, has always been with me
Lifting me up, when I couldn't carry on
Turning the page, to each song I write
Leading me on, on through the night
(Chor us)
Living the song
Holding on to a dream that never dies
I open my eyes
Learning the word that never fade
Now it begins
Never to end
It's the prize I long for
Play on, play on, lifting our voices to reach the sky
Play on, play on, sound a refrain to be heard on high
Play on, play on, singing a song and my heart's on fire

song performed by by Kansas
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The creation

The stars started glittering
at His supreme command,
and the wind from His mouth
swept over the deep dark void

and light came from the sun
as His mighty hand
placed sun and moon
in their place in space
and their orbits
started to mark tides,
seasons and time.

The great Creator spoke
and the waters and sky
was shaken into place
and the dry earth appeared
following His divine behest.

The earth dressed at His request
with vegetation, living creatures
of every kind unfolded
to make a place for man.

He created man by His own hands
from the dust
shaping and forming him
into His own image
and with a smile
He breathed live into his nostrils
and man became a living being

and I heard voices
praising the living God,
voices in heaven and on earth,
singing their joy of Him.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Wheels On My Heels

(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Gotta do some livin, got the wanderlust
Better clear the highway cause Im gonna move some dust
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Lots of pretty dollies try to fence me in
But I love em and leave em cause a tumbleweeds my kin
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Why do I keep movin, never settlin down
Can it be Im looking for a dream I havent found
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Only Voices I hear Are On The Inside

I was born not being able to hear
Born not hearing my mother tell me I'm dear
Born never listening to anyone who spoke to me
Born not enjoying music
Born without the ability to gauge sound, unable to hear the clock tick
But since the day I was born
Since before I could talk, I could scorn
There was one thing I always did hate
And that was the thing deepest inside of me,
The thing for which I cursed fate
Worse than deafness or being unable to see
Since the day I was born I heard voices
Not when loved ones talked, but voices that weren't my choice
To hear, voices that were inside my head
Voices that nobody else heard, but I didn't know if they were lying
Because my hearing has always been dead
I'd hear screeching or dying
When none was there
Those voices they'd tell me what to do and how could I deny them?
They were, they are, and they will be the only ones who care
Because they're the only one that speak to me, I can't find the sin
That I committed to be born like this, to be born broken
I've heard more conversations than any other man
And yet I've never heard man utter a word, through my whole lifespan
The only voices I hear are on the inside
And it's the greatest torment that I hide
They'll just tell me I'm crazy, well in writing
But these voices, they accept me, they sing
These voices they know because they've talked to me
These voices are the only I've ever known the
The first voices I've ever heard
Like a mother, I've never listened to a singing bird
But I've listened to a cacophonous symphony of arguing inside my head
These voices are like the woman I did not choose, but wed
I can't separate myself from them
The only time I hear anything, it's torment to condemn
Me, it's funny that I could never speak to anyone but myself
But I guess I've never, ever, been lonely... not ever.
I
Have
Never
Been
Alone
W ho could save me from myselves?

poem by David Knox
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Custers Blues

Well you look just like general custer
On the day of his last stand
Heading up into the black hills
Glorious and grand
I saw it by your side
A map in your hand
Heading up into the rain
Singing this land is your land
Now Ive seen your dust a-rising
And Ive seen your numbers swell
Ive seen you crossing the badlands
And Ive heard your captains yell
Ive watched you when youre sleeping
Ive seen you filling up your can
Thinking as you work
That this land is your land
But now youre bursting into my country
Youre messing up my fields
Youre playing games with my holy places
Youre tearing the earth with your wheels
Right now your star is ascending
And your head is bursting with pride
But I wonder if custer was still singing
this land is my land when he died
Was he still singing this is my land when he died
Was he singing that its my land when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing its my land when he died
When he died...
Was he singing when he died

song performed by by Waterboys
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Voices

I knew this would happen and I dont want to be around
When it gets out.
Ive closed the last picture and painted the windows
Inside and out.
Give me your dreams and Ill give you my time,
Together well cross the borderline.
Voices - cracking the night,
Voices - that cut like a knife,
Voices - hear them singing...
From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end.
Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men.
Give me your dreams and Ill give you my time,
Until we make it to the borderline.
Voices...

song performed by by Roxette
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Voices in my headSHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! ! !

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! ! !
Voices are every where in my head.
They follow me everywhere, like the black cloud that rains.
The voices in my head constantly scratch at my brain.
With in the mist of the rain.

But the living gets painful and harder every single day.
I feel ashamed to admit that i don't want to live,
I don't know how much more i can take or give.
While the voices makes me emotionally sick.
The hold they have on me is so tight and thick,
Voices of bastards who hurt me.
The asswholes that abused me.

The depression they left in my life.
As the voices I try to fight.
I battle in the day i battle in the night

I try and compose myself, let them belive that i'm fine
But happiness is non-existant in this world of mine
When i hear the voices i feel i'm going insane,
As they constantly scratch away at my brain.

All they want to do is hurt me even more.
Brining me to the shore.
They want to bring me to an end

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Jesus, Ect.

Jesus, dont cry
You can rely on me honey
You combine anything you want
Ill be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices are scared
Singing sad sad songs
Two two chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies
Turning your orbit around
Dont cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
Ill be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices are scared
Singing sad sad songs
Two two chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies
Turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together your voice
Its smoking
Last cigarettes
Are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Our love
Our love
Is all we have
Our love
Our love
Is all got is money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices are scared
Singing sad sad songs
Two two chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies
Turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together your voice
Its smoking
Last cigarettes
Are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes
Are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes
Are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

song performed by by Wilco
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Jesus Etc.

Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Out of
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Every one is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

song performed by by Wilco
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Broken Wings

Broken wings
Broken wings
Twirls in ballroom gowns
Echos of glory
And reminders of things lost

Broken wings
Broken wings
Only feet to help carry on now
A thousand voices
Singing the same song

Broken wings
Broken wings
Feathers litter the ground
Where the proud used to stand
Where only broken wings remain

poem by Autumn Winds
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What Are We?

WHAT ARE WE?

What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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