In Our Daydreams
In our daydreams, we wander
to places of our hearts desire,
green garnished fields stretching
out as far as the eyes can see.
Winding paths with shady trees,
soft flowing streams where the may flies play.
To natures touches of beauty
that in our daydreams lay.
13 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Shandy
Shandy was somebody's daughter
Driving to something insane
They busted her crossing the border
Quick as a sniff of cocaine
All she could pay was attention
So all they could take was her time
Proving an ounce of possession
Ain't worth a piece of your mind.
Chorus:
'cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
Locked in the goldhandle bathroom
Martin was changing his mind
Shedding his humble pretensions
One careful toke at a time
And wiping the mask off the man in the mirror
Who really was billy the kid
Smiling at somebody dying
For something that he never did
Chorus:
'cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
As soon as he sat down beside her
Shining like saturday night
Shandy was his for the saving
Sweet as she looked in the light
And maybe they moved from the bar to the bedroom
Maybe just stood there instead
Martin woke up wet and screaming
Dreaming of blood on the bed.
Chorus:
'cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Silver (The Hunger)
Shandy was somebody's daughter
Driving to something insane
They busted her crossing the border
Quick as a sniff of cocaine
All she could pay was attention
So all they could take was her time
Proving an ounce of possession
Ain't worth a piece of your mind.
Chorus:
'Cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
Locked in the goldhandle bathroom
Martin was changing his mind
Shedding his humble pretensions
One careful toke at a time
And wiping the mask off the man in the mirror
Who really was Billy the Kid
Smiling at somebody dying
For something that he never did
Chorus:
'Cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
As soon as he sat down beside her
Shining like Saturday night
Shandy was his for the saving
Sweet as she looked in the light
And maybe they moved from the bar to the bedroom
Maybe just stood there instead
Martin woke up wet and screaming
Dreaming of blood on the bed.
Chorus:
'Cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams
Daydreams are somebody's lies.
Lies ain't no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Candle Song
Written by ugly kid joe
Pray by the candle and I hope to see light
Wait for the moment but its never right
So now Im sailing on the oceans so wide
Im all alone, me and my daydreams and i
Pray by the candle and I hope to see light
Wait for the moment but its never right
So Im the captain my ships got a hole in the side
Im all alone, me and my daydreams at night
Can you see me walking through the trees
Can you hear me laughing in the breeze
Can you see me walking through the trees
Can you hear me laughing in the breeze
Pray by the candle and I hope to see light
Wait for the moment but its never right
Across the water I watch my ship waves goodbye
Im all alone me and my daydreams at night
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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Fantasize
We fantasize in our daydreams
the way we want things to be
wishing all the time
our fantasy will come true.
We find so much comfort
in our fantasy dream word
than we do in our reality
that we hope that one day
we can step out of this world
and step into that.
Saying to ourselves that it would be better
than the world we have,
but just suppose we did that.
Are we sure, it is what we really want?
No one will ever know,
as it is just our fantasy.
The one we fantasize about
when things get us down.
In our daydreams from time to time.
29 August 2011
poem by David Harris
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For The Sake Of Progress
We wander down the paths,
we used so long ago, when we were young,
before the world we now know.
Down the country lanes, shaded and narrow,
by fields of wheat and marrow.
By sunlight, by moonlight, we lazed on our way.
Passed the green lands we did not stray.
Years have descended on us and our pleasures there,
it made a waste land of our garden fair.
Air is more darker.
Factories belch smoke here and there.
No more the soft white clouds, or birds on the wing.
Just black pools of floating fish,
while greasy faces smirk.
The green of fields are replaced,
for the green greed of crispy notes.
No longer postcard pictures,
but sewers up turned towards the sky.
The faces are not happy, their scorn is waste and wild.
Another of natures landmarks, scared black every row.
For the sake of progress,
or at least they tell us so.
2 June 1981
poem by David Harris
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Cool An Green An Shady
This song was first released on the back home again album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Saturdays holidays, easy afternoon
Lazy days, summer days
Nothin much to do
Rainy days of better days
Hangin out inside
Rainy days and city ways
Make me want to hide some place
Cool an green an shady
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
August skies are lullabies, promises to keep
Dandelions and twisting vines
Clover at your feet
Memories of aspen leaves
Trembling in the wind
Honeybees and fantasies
Where to start again some place
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Words and music by john denver and joe henry
song performed by by John Denver
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In Daydreams
In daydreams, I seek
a place where I have been
and wish I could have stayed.
A place where the air was clean
and not affected by pollution,
a place where in quiet times there
no heads of confusion fret.
A place where friends sheltered you
with cloaks of love and care.
A place where at sunset
everything felt at peace
to trampling troubles
or stabbing fingers.
Just a place where tranquillity lay
in daydreams I wish
once more to be there.
13 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Little Orphan
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:
Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime
Taint every cooling breeze he gets throughout the summer time;
And he is just as your boy is, a child who loves to play,
Except that he is drawn and white and cannot get away.
And he would like the open fields, for often in his dreams
The angels kind bear him off to where are pleasant streams,
Where he may sail a splendid boat, sometimes he flies a kite,
Or romps beside a shepherd dog and shouts with all his might;
But when the dawn of morning comes he wakes to find once more
That what he thought were sun-kissed hills are rags upon the floor.
Then through the hot and sultry day he plays at "make-pretend,"
The alley is a sandy beach where all the rich folks send
Their little boys and girls to play, a barrel is his boat,
But, oh, the air is tifling and the dust fills up his throat;
And though he tries so very hard to play, somehow it seems
He never gets such wondrous joys as angels bring in dreams.
Poor little orphan boy of five, except that he is pale,
With sunken cheeks and hollow eyes and very wan and frail,
Just like that little boy of yours, with same desire to play,
Fond of the open fields and skies, he's built the self-same way;
But kept by fate and circumstance away from shady streams,
His only joy comes when he sleeps and angels bring him dreams.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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The Shady Trees Spread Their Leaves Ever Sleek
The shady trees spread their leaves ever sleek
As we frolic in fields with sunny cries,
And rain runs nimbly through our hair and sighs
Runny smiles in the flowing down our cheek.
And love, once mighty, somehow does not speak
In words, but in looks that spill from the eyes,
In things to be done before the day dies,
When beauty again stands close to seek
Lovers gone in love and loved before dawn
Spreads its sparkling rays in our hearts,
And fills the recesses as fresh love starts.
Oh, it was so. But now this truth I mourn.
The years fled by so quick and turned to dust
Those days and nights of love and lust.
poem by Paul Anthony
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Jealous Clouds
The dew of love settles on the blades of grass
In the marshes, the green frogs sleep
While the crickets play their wings like violins
For the hearts of geese to move their feet
And the water streams in content
While the clouds look down on earth
In jealousy clouds want to play
With and on earth's beauty..
They desire the touch of love by the sharp blades of grass
They want to feel the warmth of the frogs sleepy feet on their laps
And listen to the music of the cricket's wings
while they chase the running geese
Jealous clouds want to drink and splash in the azure streams of content
And on earth live in mirth, with the rest of nature's creatures!
O the Jealous Clouds—They can't stuck in heaven they are!
In jealousy they turn gray with sadness and weep
And hide the sun when mad at earth and its light they keep
The jealous clouds roar in thunder to scare our hearts
And tempt us with their purity, dressed in white, soft raiment
The jealous clouds piqued turn vermillion and blush
In admiration of our jealous dreamy eyes…
O jealous clouds how are you jealous of we?
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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A Day To Remember
march 14 2011
is a day you taught me how to fish
a day you taught me how to dance
i'll never forget
the way you used to kiss me
the way you used to squeeze my hands
march 14 2011
is a day to remember
our first kiss
when we used to chase each other in the forest
march 14 2011
is a day to remember
the first day we was watching the stars in the dark sky
baby every time i see you
i just want to dance with under the trees
i know i hurt you
but i didn't aim to
so come back in my arms
lets go back to our history
and erase all the struggles
we been through
and start all over again
baby i love you
march 14 2011
is
a day to remember
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Daydream Interlude
It's so sweet
In my daydreams
Every night you creep into my dreams
Fantasy
It's so deep, but it's a fantasy
Every night you creep into my dream
It's so real
(in my daydreams)
It's just a sweet
It's just a sweet
(in my daydreams)
It seems so real
You touch me
You come into my room
Come to me
It's just a fantasy
It feels so sweet
But it's just not real
Oh baby it's just a sweet fantasy
And daydream is all that i can do
I feel raptured over you
In silence
I keep it to myself
Come take me
I don't want nobody else
And it's sweet
I feel sweet
And it's sweet
I feel sweet
And it's sweet
I feel sweet
And it's deep
I feel really deep
It's just a sweet
It's just a sweet
You're like the kiss of life
You're like the kiss of life
Beaming in the sky
Oh you're just a fantasy
Oh baby, you come into my room
Yeah
But you're just a fantasy
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Lazy Ways
Hazy Days
With Lazy Ways
You get less done but more
Out of your days
How can you work yet avoid
Getting out of your lazy ways
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Hazy Days
Lazy Ways
We got less done but more
Out of our days
How can we ever recapture the feeling
Of lazy ways
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Where nobody cares and nobody tries
'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes
On the back of your eyes
Taking five
Bring love to me
With your body
Let me hold you
Endless, endlessly
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Where nobody cares and nobody tries
'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes
On the back of your eyes
Hazy days
Lazy ways
You get less done but more
Out of your days
Crazy days
Lazy ways)
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Marlena
Far off in the sea is Marlena,
A land of shades and streams,
A land of many delights,
Dark and bold, thy shores, Marlena;
But green, and timorous, thy soft knolls,
Crouching behind the woodlands.
All shady thy hills; all gleaming thy springs,
Like eyes in the earth looking at you.
How charming thy haunts, Marlena!--
Oh, the waters that flow through Onimoo;
Oh, the leaves that rustle through Ponoo:
Oh, the roses that blossom in Tarma.
Come, and see the valley of Vina:
How sweet, how sweet, the Isles from Hina:
'Tis aye afternoon of the full, full moon,
And ever the season of fruit,
And ever the hour of flowers,
And never the time of rains and gales,
All in and about Marlena.
Soft sigh the boughs in the stilly air,
Soft lap the beach the billows there;
And in the woods or by the streams,
You needs must nod in the Land of Dreams.
poem by Herman Melville
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Dancing In December Dreams
Lollipops and candy canes
teddy bears and dolls
Snowy paths that twinkle bright
this month of silver stars
Evergreens and stories told
of reindeers flying eight
And oh the glow from children's eyes
as Santa they await
Turkey stuffed with garnished bread
brothy soup on Christmas eve
Nights alive as trees delight
with shiny icy beams
And though the days of shopping pass
as wrappings lie in colored streams
Memories of this month enchant
and sing forever in our dreams
poem by Marcia Schechinger
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I Know Not Your Name
When I see you smile
My heart wonders
Where you have been
Though I know not your name
Been several years
I believe since my eyes set upon yours
Are you married?
Are you single?
Are you lonely?
O! Please take no offense
Oh mighty beauty
For your eyes only
You make mine full
Just a stare, smile and one
Delicious latte
Makes my daydreams come to
A rushing, climactic, reality
Of peace in my corner
Abode
Sipping on my carmel swirl
As you depart
into a working society
With no calamity
You are poetry in my
Motion
poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Journey
With the suddenness of a locomotive
that has come to an abrupt halt,
he fell motionless and in a coffin lay.
like -
All mystery sealed in a jar,
All agony compressed
in a tremulous whimper,
All charms shut in an amulet
amid,
the scent of burning incense,
frozen silence,
heaving hearts
and
silent prayers,
While the chariot wheeled him along
the mazy paths,
stretching, stretching endless
to a world,
beyond all galaxies,
to the Elysian Fields-
to a time immeasurable
To abiding infinity
To inconceivable eternity! !
poem by Valsa George
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My Home Town
The last time I saw my home town, her trees were dressed for spring,
And her people walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.
The last time I saw my home town, her heart was warm and gay,
No matter how cruelly they change her, I'll remember her that way.
I dodged and hided in the fields of golden corn that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of the wind blowing the heavy loaded stems was music to my ears
I thought of happy hours and pure childhood lost, and laborious people who toiled their day
Old women, selling flowers, in markets at dawn, kids rushing to their play
Lonely I was, scanning with lonely eyes, seeking her in vain
Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign of her; the pain is insane
Where are the children who ran in the park and in sun sandy paths
And those who danced under summer night looked at the stars and laugh
I used to watch as a child the fair morning fog clearly chiming in its flowing before my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds were winding and blowing over the sky.
One after another the white clouds over the fields of wild tulips were fleeting;
Every heart that gorgeous May morning in joyance was brimming and beating
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March Flies
Now comes the time when we douse flies
With various kinds of sprays
The sand flies, and the house flies,
And the flies with furtive ways.
But I keep my hate for the large flies
That come for the tree-lined creek
Those arch flies, the March flies
With a crosscut saw for a beak.
Now, most flies rouse in the autumn
From the summer's drowsy daze,
And they bite as nature taught 'em,
In various styles and ways.
They nip, or they stab or they burrow;
But the fly that knocks me out
Is the March fly, with the dull, dead eye
And a crosscut saw for a snout.
Now the house flies come to the table
Or busily play on the pane;
And our rage and heat they calmly treat
With the uttermost disdain.
And the buzz-flies buzz and blunder,
And the sandflies dig right in;
But my whole soul shrinks when the March fly sinks
His crosscut under my skin.
He's a sneak and an arrant coward,
And the lowest of low-down cows,
By nature ghoulishly dowered
With a weapon no law allows.
And it isn't the pain he gives me
Nor the blood he may chance to draw,
It's the loathsome way that he makes foul play
With his really terrible,
Most unbearable,
Horrible crosscut saw.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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