Burning soft the midnight oil
Whisper soft, whisper slow, shifting as the green man knows,
Drifting soft, twisting slow, listen as the river flows.
Knowing all there is to know, to set your foot beyond the valley known
For echoes set on wings of a wind forever long since flown
Ask me how I know, ask me and I'll show you, all it is to flow.
To languish in temptation, squalid in appearance.
Always lavished in redemption, rarely valid in clairvoyance.
Burning soft the midnight oil as the witching hour approaches
Turning as the nightlights boil everything she touches.
Pendulums cast to questions asked with no honor in reproach
Ask the pendulum man to swing it'll never be too much.
Morning comes a running on fast, she won't stay long she knows won't last.
She knows the time to sing as past, laughing laid upon the grass, below the waning moon.
Falling in and out of season, bloom, go swoon in tides of reason.
Drowning in cascading tears, we're running out of fear.
poem by David Lacey
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Fast Buck Freddie
He said hold a dollar bill up to the mirror
And Ill show you something funny
Its only a fast buck, but
Its so hard to make that kind of money.
Now its hard to get serious when the joker
Is laughing
And by now the joker is wild
Its hard to keep laughing when a rich mans
Reflection
Looks like a gun thats gonna smile
Whats going on, I ask you
Whats going on, can you see?
Whats going on, I ask you and
Whos coming on, is it you or me?
Coming on while its still soft and warm
Burn it dry before the fiery storm
Sing it now while you still have a song
Grab on now while youre still feeling strong.
How long, how long would you like it
How long, how long will it be
How long, how long can we take it?
How long before we take it back, you and me
Think fast.
I was thinking that I should be singing along
Think fast I think hes coming thru
Think fast, he thinks hes running you
I was thinking that I should be singing along
Think fast, he thinks hes coming in
Think fast, I think hes wearing thin
I was thinking that I should be singing along
Think fast, hes taking all your time
Think fast, you know hes out of line
But who cares, you know you can, you will, you
Know you can.
Sing it now while you still
Sing it now while you still
Sing it now while you still have a song.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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He Goes On
Pretty soon youll be able to remember him
Lying in the garden singing
Right where hell always be
The door is always open
This is the place that I loved him
And these are the friends that he had
Long may the mountain ring
To the sounds of his laughter
And he goes on and on
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
Will we see him once again
In a world without end
We owe it all to frank sinatra
The song was playing as he walked into the room
After the long weekend
They were a lifetime together
Appearing in the eyes of children
In the clear blue mountain view
The colouring in the sky
And painting ladders to heaven
And he goes on and on
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
Till we see him once again
In a world without end
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
And I always will remember
In a world without end
He goes on
He goes on
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Heavenly Bodies Celestial calms
Heavenly Bodies, Celestial calms
Each held firm by the pendulum man
In his turning, In his palm lies
The ghost of memories past fading fast.
Rise son of Semele to ascend your throne
Rise beyond the crown of thorns offered to
You in sacrifice. In libation we separate
Acts of faith from the knowledge of belief.
Five leaves left, Islands in the sky
Generations lost, to never question why
Why it is there are no longer stars in the sky?
Why is it that the tears of angelic statuettes
Hibernate within ones own boundaries
Moving on to different pastures
We find the grass no greener on the other side
Upon the other side of morning, Beyond the horizon a
New day has dawned out of time,
Calling on Heaven to rise from ashes,
We're falling charred as embers
Bearing the emblems, the tartans of families
Long since stripped of their dignity
Eloquence is influence so the suits grey in attire
Will have you believe. Forget. Forget to regret
Languish. Not too long in temptations. Lavished
Flash. In redemption
poem by David Lacey
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Dear Hands
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs,
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Touches Of Her Hand
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs;
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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She Goes On
Pretty soon youll be able to remember her
Lying in the garden singing
Right where shell always be
The door is always open
This is the place that I loved her
And these are the friends that she had
Long may the mountain ring
To the sound of her laughter
And she goes on and on
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
till we see her once again
In a world without end
We owe it all to frank sinatra
The song was playing a she walked into the room
After the long weekend
They were a lifetime together
Appearing in the eyes of children
In the clear blue mountain view
The colouring in the sky
And painting ladders to heaven
And she goes on
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
till we see her once again
In a world without end
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
And I always will remember
In a world without end
She goes on
She goes on
She goes on
song performed by by Crowded House
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Nothing On But The Radio
I sure do hope this is a long night
Cause Ive never felt one so right
Each look into your eyes I fall in
A little more and more
Looks like we started us a fire
Wrapped up in flames of desire
With every touch they're burning higher
Two shadows dancing on the wall
With nothing on but the radio
Feel the music playing soft and slow
You and me and the lights down low
With nothing on but the radio
Well fall asleep here in the moonlight
In tangled sheets well be here all night
And when we wake up in the morning
We might stay like this all day
Two people meant to be together
Two lovers dreaming of forever
And it just keeps on getting better
With every tender little kiss
With nothing on but the radio
Feel the music playing soft and slow
You and me and the lights down low
With nothing on but the radio
Two people meant to be together
Two lovers dreaming of forever
And it just keeps on getting better
With nothing on but the radio
Feel the music playing soft and slow
You and me and the lights down low
With nothing on but the radio
You and me and the lights down low
With nothing on but the radio
song performed by by Gary Allan
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River Of Tears
Its three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.
Its four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.
Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?
All I know is, since youve been gone
I feel like Im drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like Im drowning,
Drowning in a river.
In three more days, Ill leave this town
And disappear without a trace.
A year from now, maybe settle down
Where no one knows my face.
I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my times run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.
Still I catch myself thinking,
One day Ill find my way back here.
Youll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like Im drowning,
Drowning in the river.
Lord, how long must this go on?
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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What A Beautiful Sound
beautiful sounds
that stir the heart
free awakening soul
lift flight sky spirit
sound of river running wide unified flowing
sound of creek running downhill leaping splashing
sound of stillness crisp haunting in still mountain morning
sound of wind timeless moving over through forest trees growing
sound of whispers retracting as first soft snow flutters falling
sound of soft rain tender kissing warm earth embraces water waiting
sound of rain heavy droplets embracing dancing love symphony greeting
sound of storm clouds fast running painting sky black spiraling
sound of thunder freedom singing vibrating through poet laughing
sound of morning awaking to gentle joy of my young daughters laughing
a beautiful sound is bliss joy of young daughters happiness laughing
a beautiful sound is healthy children fed soul wonder bliss laughing
a beautiful sound is our well fed children in joy mind song laughing
a beautiful sound is God smiling with me in child mind song laughing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The River That Murmurs
I will ask the river, that flows serene
I will speak to the sky
I will ask the river that murmurs
Not to ask me why
I cannot speak for myself.
That time has long since passed me by.
The river can murmur and sing
Unspent by passion: my voice
Will break like a terribly taut string.
My words will be grammatically and academically
Twisted (like that leafless tree) , unfortunately!
I want the river to speak, to speak
Alone, alone with thee.
The river can, softly and without tears
Tell you my dreams and my fears
I know you will listen:
And while city lights in the water glisten
You wont see the tears that shine on my face
No, that is a serious, sentimental place
That only I know;
Flow, river, flow.
Flow, river flow.
Speak to the only love I know.
Daybreak approaches soon
You and he by the light of the moon
Will murmur whilst I -
Will wait for you to bring me his reply.
poem by Rani Turton
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The Visitant
1
A cloud moved close. The bulk of the wind shifted.
A tree swayed over water.
A voice said:
Stay. Stay by the slip-ooze. Stay.
Dearest tree, I said, may I rest here?
A ripple made a soft reply.
I waited, alert as a dog.
The leech clinging to a stone waited;
And the crab, the quiet breather.
2
Slow, slow as a fish she came,
Slow as a fish coming forward,
Swaying in a long wave;
Her skirts not touching a leaf,
Her white arms reaching towards me.
She came without sound,
Without brushing the wet stones,
In the soft dark of early evening,
She came,
The wind in her hair,
The moon beginning.
3
I woke in the first of morning.
Staring at a tree, I felt the pulse of a stone.
Where’s she now, I kept saying.
Where’s she now, the mountain’s downy girl?
But the bright day had no answer.
A wind stirred in a web of appleworms;
The tree, the close willow, swayed.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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Vivaldi, concerto for flute
Children playing on a green playground
Mothers watching
Closely watching
The faces of children
Smiling
Cool air
Green leaves brown leaves yellow leaves
Soft wind
Leaves falling down to the slow soft wind
Children running
Chasing each other
They are playing
A mother feels the soft wind
Cool air
And sees the trickles of leaves
Blending green brown yellow
With sunshine as canvass
Nature and human figures of mothers and children
Blending
Amazing
What a beautiful painting has God
In quick short brushes
Effortlessly with perfect strokes did make
The frame is laughter of children.
I am taking the whole picture for home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too High
Oh your bones are brittle
Inside you
Wrap so soft your blood is running
Ill be there
If youre moving slowly
Will you still get there
Ill be there
Such a strong desire
Hunger
All you need
To hope you keep your head yeah
As the slow hand quickens
What youve done with all those around you
Hope for always that someone
Will come and see you
Well Ill be there
To watch you saltry turning
Seething
Ill be there
Minutes hold on to hours
Gets you twisting
All you need
To hope you keep your head yeah oh
The slow hand quickens
Howd you leave it
With the love you lost
You made them crawl to be without you
The slow hand quickens
Yes
Sand is empty
In the hourglass
Ill be there
To turn it over and over
In your head
So you keep the hope
You get your day yeah oh
As the slow hand quickens
Oh you see
Too hard to break
Too cold to burn
Afraid your chance is gone
The wires are crossed
Your mouth is lost
You fear youve left it far too long
The minutes pass
The hours are gone
So hard to find your way alone
As the slow hands quicken
The slow hands quicken
These slow hands quicken
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Into Temptation
You opened up your door
I couldnt believe my luck
You in your new blue dress
Taking away my breath
The cradle is soft and warm
Couldnt do me no harm
Youre showing me how to give
Into temptation
Knowing full well the earth will rebel
Into temptation
In a muddle of nervous words
Could never amount to betrayal
The sentence is all my own
The price is to watch it fail
As I turn to go
You looked at me for half a second
An open invitation for me to go
Into temptation
Knowing full well the earth will rebel
Into temptation
Safe in the wide open arms of hell
We can go sailing in
Climb down
Lose yourself when you linger long
Into temptation
Right where you belong
The guilty get no sleep
In the last slow hours of morning
Experience is cheap
I shouldve listened to the warning
But the cradle is soft and warm
Into temptation
Knowing full well the earth will rebel
Into your wide open arms
No way to break the spell
Dont tell
song performed by by Crowded House
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The Soft Rain Today....
how i love
the rain today
ain't heavy
soft and gentle
falling on the grass
and on the side of the hill
this hair of nature
babe's soft whisper
hushing and dashing
like the sound of a young river
how i love the first rain
of the year today
comforting, indifferent
a sound of its own
whispering tears
allying fears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Shore Down Under
Lonely
As lonely as I can be
Slowly
As slow as time can be
I stared into the sea
I stared out to the waves
Slowly as slow as waves can be
When will you come to me
When will you come to me
Where the summer burns blue and green
Here on this burning sand
I listened to this hungry sea
Its falling on the level shores
And the wind blows through the trees
And I think of you
And I think of the days
If only I could see your face
The price of a holiday
Hope the wind will carry me away
Hope the wind will carry me away
Listen, listen
Listen to the siren
Hear your voice
Your voice cried by the river
Slowly, slowly
It flows to the sea
When will you come to me
When will you come to me
song performed by by Xymox
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Slow Love
I want some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Now dont mistake my coolness for a cold heart
I want you more than you should know
Its just these days Im not inclined to move so fast
Why dont you stay a while say a hundred years or so
And make some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Im not inclined to live a lifetime in one night
Although I long to touch I yearn for much, much more
A slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love I thought Id never find
The kind of love that lasts a long time
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Running Free
The fountain had a slow stream that was running free,
water sparkled as it flowed into the palm of the hand.
A father of time, sat reading an almanac at the table,
as the hour glass slowly dropped grains of white sand.
The old porch swing, swung back and forth in the breeze,
pushing care free in the spring air, in one of the four winds.
The sign was an article of faith that expresses God’s work,
the art was a symbol of the past, reflecting now and then.
In the distance was a whisper, then a whistle of a loud
sound of the freight train, running on the train tracks.
Lost in his thoughts, running in the fields, little by little,
losing his location, leaving behind a reality of his facts.
Reverberating through the hollow and the river bend,
what direction the sound may go, only nature will hear.
The heart seems to be running back to the country and
was set free, whose name it was calling, seemed so near.
poem by Johanna Fields
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Slow Down
You got it the wrong way round completely
The fact that I love you so
Doesn't make me a fool
One day you just might grow tired of chasing
The end of a rainbow
Your already there you know
So Slow down
Tell me why you're running
Turn round
Let it out keep and keep it coming
Nothing I can do if I can't get to you
Slow day
Remember the day you came to see me
Even that lonely long drive
Couldn't keep us apart
And you opened up to me completely
And you gave me peace of mind
The rest we can leave behind
So Slow down
Tell me why you're running
Turn round let it out and keep it coming
Nothing I can do if I can't get to you
Slow sown
You don't have to hurt yourself
And feel so small
It's so confusing
And you're already there
Slow down
Tell me why you're running
Turn round let it all out keep it coming
Nothing I can do if I can't get to you
Slow down
So slow down
Tell me why you're running
Turn round let it all out and keep it coming
Nothing I can do if I can't get to you
Slow down
Slow down
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Fly Not Yet
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,
And maids who love the moon.
'Twas but to bless these hours of shade
That beauty and the moon were made;
'Tis then their soft attractions glowing
Set the tides and goblets flowing.
Oh! stay, -- Oh! stay, --
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh, 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.
Fly not yet, the fount that play'd
In times of old through Ammon's shade,
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like souls of mirth, began
To burn when night was near.
And thus, should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh! stay, -- Oh! stay, --
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake
As those that sparkle here?
poem by Thomas Moore
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