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Jenny

Lazy laughing languid Jenny,
Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,
Whose head upon my knee to-night
Rests for a while, as if grown light
With all our dances and the sound
To which the wild tunes spun you round:
Fair Jenny mine, the thoughtless queen
Of kisses which the blush between
Could hardly make much daintier;
Whose eyes are as blue skies, whose hair
Is countless gold incomparable:
Fresh flower, scarce touched with signs that tell
Of Love's exuberant hotbed:—Nay,
Poor flower left torn since yesterday
Until to-morrow leave you bare;
Poor handful of bright spring-water
Flung in the whirlpool's shrieking face;
Poor shameful Jenny, full of grace
Thus with your head upon my knee;—
Whose person or whose purse may be
The lodestar of your reverie?
This room of yours, my Jenny, looks
A change from mine so full of books,
Whose serried ranks hold fast, forsooth,
So many captive hours of youth,—
The hours they thieve from day and night
To make one's cherished work come right,
And leave it wrong for all their theft,
Even as to-night my work was left:
Until I vowed that since my brain
And eyes of dancing seemed so fain,
My feet should have some dancing too:—
And thus it was I met with you.
Well, I suppose 'twas hard to part,
For here I am. And now, sweetheart,
You seem too tired to get to bed.
It was a careless life I led
When rooms like this were scarce so strange
Not long ago. What breeds the change,—
The many aims or the few years?
Because to-night it all appears
Something I do not know again.
The cloud's not danced out of my brain—
The cloud that made it turn and swim
While hour by hour the books grew dim.
Why, Jenny, as I watch you there,—
For all your wealth of loosened hair,
Your silk ungirdled and unlac'd
And warm sweets open to the waist,
All golden in the lamplight's gleam,—
You know not what a book you seem,
Half-read by lightning in a dream!
How should you know, my Jenny? Nay,
And I should be ashamed to say:—
Poor beauty, so well worth a kiss!
But while my thought runs on like this
With wasteful whims more than enough,
I wonder what you're thinking of.
If of myself you think at all,
What is the thought?—conjectural
On sorry matters best unsolved?—
Or inly is each grace revolved
To fit me with a lure?—or (sad
To think!) perhaps you're merely glad
That I'm not drunk or ruffianly
And let you rest upon my knee.
For sometimes, were the truth confess'd,
You're thankful for a little rest,—
Glad from the crush to rest within,
From the heart-sickness and the din
Where envy's voice at virtue's pitch
Mocks you because your gown is rich;
And from the pale girl's dumb rebuke,
Whose ill-clad grace and toil-worn look
Proclaim the strength that keeps her weak,
And other nights than yours bespeak;
And from the wise unchildish elf,
To schoolmate lesser than himself
Pointing you out, what thing you are:—
Yes, from the daily jeer and jar,
From shame and shame's outbraving too,
Is rest not sometimes sweet to you?—
But most from the hatefulness of man,
Who spares not to end what he began,
Whose acts are ill and his speech ill,
Who, having used you at his will,
Thrusts you aside, as when I dine
I serve the dishes and the wine.
Well, handsome Jenny mine, sit up:
I've filled our glasses, let us sup,
And do not let me think of you,
Lest shame of yours suffice for two.
What, still so tired? Well, well then, keep
Your head there, so you do not sleep;
But that the weariness may pass
And leave you merry, take this glass.
Ah! lazy lily hand, more bless'd
If ne'er in rings it had been dress'd
Nor ever by a glove conceal'd!
Behold the lilies of the field,
They toil not neither do they spin;
(So doth the ancient text begin,—
Not of such rest as one of these
Can share.) Another rest and ease
Along each summer-sated path
From its new lord the garden hath,
Than that whose spring in blessings ran
Which praised the bounteous husbandman,
Ere yet, in days of hankering breath,
The lilies sickened unto death.
What, Jenny, are your lilies dead?
Aye, and the snow-white leaves are spread
Like winter on the garden-bed.
But you had roses left in May,—
They were not gone too. Jenny, nay,
But must your roses die, and those
Their purfled buds that should unclose?
Even so; the leaves are curled apart,
Still red as from the broken heart,
And here's the naked stem of thorns.
Nay, nay, mere words. Here nothing warns
As yet of winter. Sickness here
Or want alone could waken fear,—
Nothing but passion wrings a tear.
Except when there may rise unsought
Haply at times a passing thought
Of the old days which seem to be
Much older than any history
That is written in any book;
When she would lie in fields and look
Along the ground through the blown grass
And wonder where the city was,
Far out of sight, whose broil and bale
They told her then for a child's tale.
Jenny, you know the city now.
A child can tell the tale there, how
Some things which are not yet enroll'd
In market-lists are bought and sold
Even till the early Sunday light,
When Saturday night is market-night
Everywhere, be it dry or wet,
And market-night in the Haymarket.
Our learned London children know,
Poor Jenny, all your pride and woe;
Have seen your lifted silken skirt
Advertise dainties through the dirt;
Have seen your coach-wheels splash rebuke
On virtue; and have learned your look
When, wealth and health slipped past, you stare
Along the streets alone, and there,
Round the long park, across the bridge,
The cold lamps at the pavement's edge
Wind on together and apart,
A fiery serpent for your heart.
Let the thoughts pass, an empty cloud!
Suppose I were to think aloud,—
What if to her all this were said?
Why, as a volume seldom read
Being opened halfway shuts again,
So might the pages of her brain
Be parted at such words, and thence
Close back upon the dusty sense.
For is there hue or shape defin'd
In Jenny's desecrated mind,
Where all contagious currents meet,
A Lethe of the middle street?
Nay, it reflects not any face,
Nor sound is in its sluggish pace,
But as they coil those eddies clot,
And night and day remember not.
Why, Jenny, you're asleep at last!—
Asleep, poor Jenny, hard and fast,—
So young and soft and tired; so fair,
With chin thus nestled in your hair,
Mouth quiet, eyelids almost blue
As if some sky of dreams shone through!
Just as another woman sleeps!
Enough to throw one's thoughts in heaps
Of doubt and horror,—what to say
Or think,—this awful secret sway,
The potter's power over the clay!
Of the same lump (it has been said)
For honour and dishonour made,
Two sister vessels. Here is one.
My cousin Nell is fond of fun,
And fond of dress, and change, and praise,
So mere a woman in her ways:
And if her sweet eyes rich in youth
Are like her lips that tell the truth,
My cousin Nell is fond of love.
And she's the girl I'm proudest of.
Who does not prize her, guard her well?
The love of change, in cousin Nell,
Shall find the best and hold it dear:
The unconquered mirth turn quieter
Not through her own, through others' woe:
The conscious pride of beauty glow
Beside another's pride in her,
One little part of all they share.
For Love himself shall ripen these
In a kind soil to just increase
Through years of fertilizing peace.
Of the same lump (as it is said)
For honour and dishonour made,
Two sister vessels. Here is one.
It makes a goblin of the sun.
So pure,—so fall'n! How dare to think
Of the first common kindred link?
Yet, Jenny, till the world shall burn
It seems that all things take their turn;
And who shall say but this fair tree
May need, in changes that may be,
Your children's children's charity?
Scorned then, no doubt, as you are scorn'd!
Shall no man hold his pride forewarn'd
Till in the end, the Day of Days,
At Judgment, one of his own race,
As frail and lost as you, shall rise,—
His daughter, with his mother's eyes?
How Jenny's clock ticks on the shelf!
Might not the dial scorn itself
That has such hours to register?
Yet as to me, even so to her
Are golden sun and silver moon,
In daily largesse of earth's boon,
Counted for life-coins to one tune.
And if, as blindfold fates are toss'd,
Through some one man this life be lost,
Shall soul not somehow pay for soul?
Fair shines the gilded aureole
In which our highest painters place
Some living woman's simple face.
And the stilled features thus descried
As Jenny's long throat droops aside,—
The shadows where the cheeks are thin,
And pure wide curve from ear to chin,—
With Raffael's, Leonardo's hand
To show them to men's souls, might stand,
Whole ages long, the whole world through,
For preachings of what God can do.
What has man done here? How atone,
Great God, for this which man has done?
And for the body and soul which by
Man's pitiless doom must now comply
With lifelong hell, what lullaby
Of sweet forgetful second birth
Remains? All dark. No sign on earth
What measure of God's rest endows
The many mansions of his house.
If but a woman's heart might see
Such erring heart unerringly
For once! But that can never be.
Like a rose shut in a book
In which pure women may not look,
For its base pages claim control
To crush the flower within the soul;
Where through each dead rose-leaf that clings,
Pale as transparent Psyche-wings,
To the vile text, are traced such things
As might make lady's cheek indeed
More than a living rose to read;
So nought save foolish foulness may
Watch with hard eyes the sure decay;
And so the life-blood of this rose,
Puddled with shameful knowledge, flows
Through leaves no chaste hand may unclose:
Yet still it keeps such faded show
Of when 'twas gathered long ago,
That the crushed petals' lovely grain,
The sweetness of the sanguine stain,
Seen of a woman's eyes, must make
Her pitiful heart, so prone to ache,
Love roses better for its sake:—
Only that this can never be:—
Even so unto her sex is she.
Yet, Jenny, looking long at you,
The woman almost fades from view.
A cipher of man's changeless sum
Of lust, past, present, and to come,
Is left. A riddle that one shrinks
To challenge from the scornful sphinx.
Like a toad within a stone
Seated while Time crumbles on;
Which sits there since the earth was curs'd
For Man's transgression at the first;
Which, living through all centuries,
Not once has seen the sun arise;
Whose life, to its cold circle charmed,
The earth's whole summers have not warmed;
Which always—whitherso the stone
Be flung—sits there, deaf, blind, alone;—
Aye, and shall not be driven out
Till that which shuts him round about
Break at the very Master's stroke,
And the dust thereof vanish as smoke,
And the seed of Man vanish as dust:—
Even so within this world is Lust.
Come, come, what use in thoughts like this?
Poor little Jenny, good to kiss,—
You'd not believe by what strange roads
Thought travels, when your beauty goads
A man to-night to think of toads!
Jenny, wake up…. Why, there's the dawn!
And there's an early waggon drawn
To market, and some sheep that jog
Bleating before a barking dog;
And the old streets come peering through
Another night that London knew;
And all as ghostlike as the lamps.
So on the wings of day decamps
My last night's frolic. Glooms begin
To shiver off as lights creep in
Past the gauze curtains half drawn-to,
And the lamp's doubled shade grows blue,—
Your lamp, my Jenny, kept alight,
Like a wise virgin's, all one night!
And in the alcove coolly spread
Glimmers with dawn your empty bed;
And yonder your fair face I see
Reflected lying on my knee,
Where teems with first foreshadowings
Your pier-glass scrawled with diamond rings:
And on your bosom all night worn
Yesterday's rose now droops forlorn,
But dies not yet this summer morn.
And now without, as if some word
Had called upon them that they heard,
The London sparrows far and nigh
Clamour together suddenly;
And Jenny's cage-bird grown awake
Here in their song his part must take,
Because here too the day doth break.
And somehow in myself the dawn
Among stirred clouds and veils withdrawn
Strikes greyly on her. Let her sleep.
But will it wake her if I heap
These cushions thus beneath her head
Where my knee was? No,—there's your bed,
My Jenny, while you dream. And there
I lay among your golden hair,
Perhaps the subject of your dreams,
These golden coins.
For still one deems
That Jenny's flattering sleep confers
New magic on the magic purse,—
Grim web, how clogged with shrivelled flies!
Between the threads fine fumes arise
And shape their pictures in the brain.
There roll no streets in glare and rain,
Nor flagrant man-swine whets his tusk;
But delicately sighs in musk
The homage of the dim boudoir;
Or like a palpitating star
Thrilled into song, the opera-night
Breathes faint in the quick pulse of light;
Or at the carriage-window shine
Rich wares for choice; or, free to dine,
Whirls through its hour of health (divine
For her) the concourse of the Park.
And though in the discounted dark
Her functions there and here are one,
Beneath the lamps and in the sun
There reigns at least the acknowledged belle
Apparelled beyond parallel.
Ah Jenny, yes, we know your dreams.
For even the Paphian Venus seems
A goddess o'er the realms of love,
When silver-shrined in shadowy grove:
Aye, or let offerings nicely plac'd
But hide Priapus to the waist,
And whoso looks on him shall see
An eligible deity.
Why, Jenny, waking here alone
May help you to remember one,
Though all the memory's long outworn
Of many a double-pillowed morn.
I think I see you when you wake,
And rub your eyes for me, and shake
My gold, in rising, from your hair,
A Danaë for a moment there.
Jenny, my love rang true! for still
Love at first sight is vague, until
That tinkling makes him audible.
And must I mock you to the last,
Ashamed of my own shame,—aghast
Because some thoughts not born amiss
Rose at a poor fair face like this?
Well, of such thoughts so much I know:
In my life, as in hers, they show,
By a far gleam which I may near,
A dark path I can strive to clear.
Only one kiss. Good-bye, my dear.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Two Hot Girls (On A Hot Summer Night)

(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and i slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny?i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And i knew from her flirtin?she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe i shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks im too young or too old
If only i hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And i waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night

song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Two Hot Girls

(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and I slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny? i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And I knew from her flirtin? she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe I shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks Im too young or too old
If only I hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps Im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And I waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night

song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jenny Jenny

Every time I think of you
Yeah, even this much later
I wish there was something I could do
But I guess youre still the same
You do almost anything but stop the fight
Never surrender, you just tough it out all night
And I think of the little things we used to do
And I think of the way that hes been treating you
And Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
How can you stand for what you put yourself through?
And I think of the little things we used to do
And I think of the way that hes been treating you
And Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
With your picture in my hand
I dont even know what Im feeling
Ill stop trying to understand
I just wish I could reach out to you
Reach out so far across the sea
And sometimes as the baby sleeps I know you think of me
And you think of the little things we used to do
And you cant understand the way hes treating you
So Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
How can you stand for what you put yourself through?
When I think of the way we always used to be
And you know that hell never love you more than me
So Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?

song performed by by Joe Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jenny Pazza

Jenny non vuol pi parlare
non vuol pi giocare
vorrebbe soltanto dormire
Jenny non vuol pi capire
sbadiglia soltanto
non vuol pi nemmeno mangiare.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire.
Jenny ha lasciato la gente
a guardarsi stupita
a cercar di capire che cosa
Jenny non sente pi niente
non sente le voci
che il vento le porta.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire.
Io che l'ho vista piangere di gioia e ridere
e pi di lei la vita credo mai nessuno am
io non vi credo lasciatela stare
voi non potete...
Jenny non pu pi restare
portatela via
rovina il morale alla gente
Jenny sta bene
lontano
la curano
forse
potr anche guarire un giorno.
Jenny pazza
c' chi dice anche questo
Jenny pazza
c' chi dice anche questo.
Jenny ha pagato per tutti
ha pagato per noi
che restiamo a guardarla ora
Jenny soltanto un ricordo
qualcosa di amaro
da spingere gi in fondo.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire...

song performed by by Vasco Rossi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jenny Dreamed Of Trains

This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
When jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
All she ever talked about was getting on to ride
She was living in another time you could see it in her eyes
And every day after school shed head down to the track
Waiting for the train that was never coming back
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
The depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rust
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl acting kind of strange
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Jenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Words and music by vince gill and guy clark

song performed by by John Denver
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Jenny Happy Birthday

Jenny happy birthday
God will bless you today
Happy birthday lucky Jenny
MAY YOU EARN MORE THAN A PENNY
JENNY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MAY YOUR LIFE BE OKAY

JENNY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
May your beauty grow and stay
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY JENNY
HAVE YOUR LIFE GROW STRONG AS A TREE
TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY
OH YES, WHAT A CHEERFUL DAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET JENNY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY With ALL MY HEART
SORRY FOR BEING AN ANNOYING SIMPSOM BART
MAY THE LORD BRING YOU SUCCESS
EVEN THOUGH LIFE IS A GAME OF CHESS
IT IS GREAT TO BE LOVED

poem by Gregory PierreJerome
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Jenny Wore Black

Jenny wore black
Jenny wore white - white!
And jenny was real
But almost not quite
And jenny was here
She was almost inside
And jenny was real
But jenny was frightened by the way
We looked at her
And jenny could see
She was only a child
Jenny concealed all but her smile
And when she smiled we said hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We shall say
Jenny wore black
Jenny wore white, white!
And jenny was real but almost not quite (la la la la la la)
And jenny was here she was almost on time
And jenny was real
But jenny was frightened by the way
We looked at her
And jenny could see within us for a while
Jenny revealed all but her smile
And when she smiled we said hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We should say
You always caught my eyes where
The dreams peter in
And I cant remember
Wherever Ive been
Theres still holes for my eyes
Where the dreams peter through
All I can remember
Is when I was with you
We say hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We shall say

song performed by by Men Without Hats
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jenny Dreamed Of Trains

When jenny was a little girl she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of countin sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
All she ever talked about was gettin on to ride
She was livin in another time you could see it in her eyes
Everyday after school shed head down to the tracks
Waitin for the train that was never comin back
Chorus:
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
The depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rush
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl actin kinda strange
Jenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next mornin all that she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains

song performed by by Vince Gill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In The Name Of Angels

Jenny had a vision
Jenny had a vision of her mother dancing
In the middle of a million rainbows
And everywhere you look were the lovers dancing
In the middle of expanding halos
And jenny held johnny with the sweetest promise
Please tell me which way your name goes
When all he really wanted was to be his fondest
He never really liked tornados
Theyre all in the name of angels
Singing
Johnny had a vision of the understanding
But he couldnt tell his mom or me, no!
He said it was a mission that we took for granted
Tell me which way the rain bows
And jenny heard johnny make the sweetest promise
And sounded like theyd won the game show
And all he really wanted was to be his proudest
He never really liked tornadoes
Theyre all in the name of angels
Singing
You can lose your head
You can lose your mind
You can lose your way (you can lose your way)
Keep your eyes and still be blind
And you can lose your head
You can lose your mind
And you can lose your brain
Keep your eyes and still be blind
Jenny loves johnny like the earth and sun
In the middle of a moment they can will all become
Johnny loves jenny like the wind and sea
In the middle of forever we can all be free
Jenny loves johnny like the earth and sun
In the middle of a moment they will all be one
Johnny loves jenny like the wind and sea
In the middle of forever we can all be free
Say
You can lose your head
You can lose your mind
You can lose your way (you can lose your way)
Keep your eyes and still be blind
And you can lose your head
You can lose your mind
And you can lose your brain
Keep your eyes and still be blind
And you can lose your head
You can lose your mind
And you can lose your brain
Keep your eyes and still be blind
Mommy

song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Back O The Moon

[ music: dennis drew/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
The man whos let to divvy up
Time is a miser
Hes got a silver coin
Only lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
Theres one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody jenny
A comical wheres the end parade
Of the sort people here would think unusual
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea
Far off we sail on to back o the moon
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the days Ive tried
Telling backyard tales
So to maybe amuse
O your mood is never giddy
If you smile Im delighted
But youd rather pout
Such a lazy child
You dare fold your arms
Tisk and say that I lie
Theres one rare and odd style of thinking
Part only known to the everybody jenny
The small step and giant leap takers
Got the head start in the race toward it
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea
Far off we sail on to the back o the moon
That was a sigh
But not meant to envy you
When your age was mine
Some things were sworn true
Morning would come
And calendar pages had
New printed seasons on
Their opposite sides
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
O the man whos let to divvy up
Time is a miser
Hes got a silver coin
Lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
Theres one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody jenny
Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
To push their flags into powdered soils and cry
No second placers
No smart looking geese in bonnets
Dance with pigs in high button trousers
No milk pail for the farmers daughter
No merry towns of sweet walled houses
Here Ive found
Back o the moon
Not here
Ive found
Back o the moon

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Tale of Thomas Fell

Here is a tale that I will tell
About a boy called Thomas Fell,
And of the girl he loved so well,
His dearest darling Jenny.
He knew her from his childhood days,
He knew her thoughts, he knew her ways,
He lived in love's romantic haze,
But didn't have a penny.

To win her was his only thought,
So money therefore must be sought,
And then the flowers could be bought
And Jenny would be happy.
He explored every avenue,
And searched from here to Timbuktu,
His time was short and Tommy knew
He'd have to make it snappy.

If he should fail to raise the cash,
His hopes and dreams would all be dashed:
His foe would be in like a flash,
His morals were so shoddy.
'That other boy who's called Andrew,
He says he loves my Jenny too;
He says he'll take her to the zoo,
Hu... over my dead body! '

'If I see him I'm telling you
I'll beat him 'til he's black and blue;
His love for Jenny can't be true
He's nothing but a fake.
I've always loved her, always will,
I'd fight for her, I'd even kill;
I'll get that bunch of daffodils
No matter what it takes.'

A penny here, a penny there,
He walked to school to save the fare,
At last he had the money there,
Safe in his hiding place.
It meant so much, this grand surprise,
He longed to see, in Jenny's eyes,
Reward for all his enterprise:
A smile upon her face.

The flowers looked so very grand,
He placed them gently in her hands,
And told her of his wedding plans,
Then held her close and kissed her.
His eyes were moist and filled with wonder,
But Jenny's heart was rent asunder:
'Oh Tom, you've made an awful blunder,
You can't... 'cause I'm your sister! '

Written Sept 1994

poem by John Carter Brown
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Hon. Henry Bennett

It never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.
For all my wisdom and grace of mind
Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch
One time at Georgie Kirby's.
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard --
That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Pop Goes The World

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
Pop goes the world, by men without hats
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass.
Name of the band is the human race.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
Jenny played keyboard, johnny played drums,
Called little baby and a big bonhomme
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
It goes something like this: (p p p pop)
Johnny and jenny had a crazy dream,
See their pictures in a magazine.
Every little boy needs a girl.
Pop goes the world.
Jenny and johnny getting smart (it seems)
Made more money on a movie screen.
Every little nest needs a bird.
Pop goes the world.
One two three and four is five,
Everybody here is a friend of mine.
Whatever happened to the duke of earl?
Pop goes the world.
Six seven eight and nine is ten,
Send al gunn to see the doctor (ben)
Say what planet are we on? the third!
Pop goes the world.
And every time I wonder where the world went wrong,
End up lying on my face going ringy dingy ding dong
And every time I wonder if the world is right,
End up in some disco dancin all night & day.
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass,
Name of the band is the human race.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass,
Aint nobody couldnt take their place.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.....

song performed by by Men Without Hats
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What Forest Gump Really Wanted to Say

Lt. Dan…This here is my Jenny.
She's a sluts.
I like sluts Lt. Dan.
There the only kind that will sleep with me.

My Jenny doesn't smell like cigarettes.
I hate cigarettes.
I like chocolate.
Some women are like chocolate Lt. Dan.

I like when my Jenny wears her guitar.
She plays real well.
But I don't like it when she plays me.
My Jenny's a whore.

But I like whores Lt. Dan.
I like shrimp.
But I don't like crabs.
My Jenny always tries to give me crabs.

Remember when I got shot in the buttock, Lt. Dan?
I don't like things in my ass.
But my Jenny does...you know why, Lt. Dan?
'Cause she's a hoe.

I like Dark chocolate Lt. Dan.
But my great-great-grandfather doesn't like dark chocolate.
He founded the KKK.
They wear them pretty hoods.

I wanted to join a club too like my grand-dad.
But the Panthers said I was a cracker and couldn't join.
I like crackers Lt. Dan.
Crackers are better than crabs.

poem by Snake Blocker
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Jenny

(orbison)
Ken cook
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Long ago we were strollin together
All the shores and the drive-ins we did see
Now she spends all her time with another
But I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Old Jenny

The children taunt old Jenny they say you can't chew meat
And you must eat your porridge you don't have any teeth
They call her Gummy Jenny and then they run away
And when she yells 'you go to hell' it only makes their day.

But children will be children they still have much to learn
And the difference between fun and harassment they have yet to discern
By making Jenny angry such fun in that they see
And if she did not react to them perhaps they'd leave her be

She lives on retirement pension in need of every cent
It's a struggle for her just to survive to buy food and pay rent
One of the forgotten people one of the many who
Deserve better in their old age respect is overdue.

Condemned to suffer the jeers and taunts of every young blaghguard
For all of the Jenny's of this World life must be very hard
Some children have fun taunting her to cruelty they are blind
Though many are far more aware and are not so unkind.

Some children taunt old Jenny she shouts 'you go to hell'
And they run off on down the street and laugh loud as she yell
Condemned in her twilight years to suffer the ridicule
Of naughty little rascals who have only started school.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Jellyman Kelly

Heres a song about jellyman kelly,
He loves jelly the most.
Ah, but most of all,
Jellyman kelly loves jelly on toast.
And heres the part about jenny mulhenny,
Shes a firemans daughter.
Yeah, but most of all,
Jenny mulhenny loves to boil hot water
Jenny put the kettle on, jellyman kelly,
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Jenny put the kettle on, jellyman kelly,
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Chorus:
Oh, can he come home, jenny,
Can he come home, jenny can he come?
Oh, can he come home, jenny
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Yada yada yada voo doo papa
Yodely doo
Da voody doo doo doo
Yaka yaka yaka yaka hum hon no
(repeat chorus)
Thats the story about jellyman kelly-he still loves jelly!
And yes and maybe someday you and me, friend,
We can have tea with him!
(repeat chorus)

song performed by by James Taylor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair

I.

I DREAMED of forest alleys fair
And fields of gray-flowered grass,
Where by the yellow summer moon
My Jenny seemed to pass.

I dreamed the yellow summer moon,
Behind a cedar wood,
Lay white on fields of rippling grass
Where I and Jenny stood.

I dreamed - but fallen through my dream,
In a rainy land I lie
Where wan wet morning crowns the hills
Of grim reality.

II.

I am as one that keeps awake
All night in the month of June,
That lies awake in bed to watch
The trees and great white moon.

For memories of love are more
Than the white moon there above,
And dearer than quiet moonshine
Are the thoughts of her I love.

III.

Last night I lingered long without
My last of loves to see.
Alas! the moon-white window-panes
Stared blindly back on me.

To-day I hold her very hand,
Her very waist embrace -
Like clouds across a pool, I read
Her thoughts upon her face.

And yet, as now, through her clear eyes
I seek the inner shrine -
I stoop to read her virgin heart
In doubt if it be mine -

O looking long and fondly thus,
What vision should I see?
No vision, but my own white face
That grins and mimics me.

IV.

Once more upon the same old seat
In the same sunshiny weather,
The elm-trees' shadows at their feet
And foliage move together.

The shadows shift upon the grass,
The dial point creeps on;
The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass,
As then they passed and shone.

But now deep sleep is on my heart,
Deep sleep and perfect rest.
Hope's flutterings now disturb no more
The quiet of my breast.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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A Song For Two Children

'Make a song, father, a new little song,
All for Jenny and Nancy.'
Balow lalow or Hey derry down,
Or else what might you fancy?

Is there any song sweet enough
For Nancy and for Jenny?
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
'Indeed I know not any.'

'I've counted the miles to Babylon,
I've flown the earth like a bird,
I've ridden cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
But no such song have I heard.'

'Some speak of Alexander,
And some of Hercules,
But where are there any like Nancy and Jenny,
Where are there any like these?'

poem by Robert Graves
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Jenny Rebecca

(carol hall)
Jenny rebecca, four days old
How do you like the world so far
Jenny rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are
For you have swings to be swung on
Trees to be climbed up
Days to be young on
Toys you can wind up
Grass to be lying on
Sun up above
Pillows for crying on
When youre in love
Ponies for riding on
Wind in your hair
Slides to be sliding on
Leaves in the air
Dolls to be caring for
Love to be giving
Dreams to be daring for
Long as youre living
Yes, you have dreams to be daring for
Long as youre living
Jenny rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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