Being Shaped
A cold drink in the desert!
Gold, sold, hold, cold, fold, old, told;
And like its own solid weight,
But, beaten with the hammer and being shaped.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Fault
Hold, told, bold, gold, cold, fold, sold;
They made a fire of coals for it was cold!
Coal, foal, goal;
I've found no fault in you!
But put your sword back in its own sheath.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gold
Theres a mountain and its mighty high
U cannot see the top unless u fly
And theres a molehill of proven ground
There aint no where 2 go if u hang around
Everybody wants 2 sell whats already been sold
Everybody wants 2 tell whats already been told
Whats the use of money if u aint gonna break the mold?
Even at the center of fire there is cold
All that glitters aint gold
All that glitters aint gold, mmm
Theres an ocean of despair
There are people livin there
Theyre unhappy each and every day
But hell is not fashion so what u tryin 2 say?
Everybody wants 2 sell whats already been sold
Everybody wants 2 tell whats already been told
Whats the use of money if u aint gonna break the mold?
Even at the center of fire there is cold
All that glitters aint gold, no no
All that glitters aint gold, no no
Theres a lady, 99 years old
If she led a good life, heaven takes her soul
Now thats a theory and if u dont wanna know
Step aside and make a way 4 those who want 2 go
Everybody wants 2 sell whats already been sold (sold)
Everybody wants 2 tell whats already been told (told)
Whats the use of bein young if u aint gonna get old? (old)
Even at the center of fire there is cold (cold)
All that glitters (glitters) aint gold, no no no no no
All that glitters aint gold
Alright
All that glitters, all that glitters, all that glitters.. aint gold
Na na na na na na na (gold {x4})
Na na na na na na na (gold {x4})
Gold, gold, gold
All that glitters aint gold, gold, gold
All that glitters aint gold, gold, gold (na na na na na na na)
All that glitters aint gold, gold, gold (na na na na na na na)
All that glitters aint gold, oh
Oh yeah
1 2.. 1 2 3, lets go!
(na na na na na na na) {repeat}
U are now an official member of the new power generation
Welcome 2 the dawn
All that glitters aint gold (gold) {repeat & loop}
song performed by by Prince
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Gold!
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
Molten, graven, hammered and rolled,
Heavy to get and light to hold,
Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold,
Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled,
Spurned by young, but hung by old
To the verge of a church yard mold;
Price of many a crime untold.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Good or bad a thousand fold!
How widely it agencies vary,
To save - to ruin - to curse - to bless -
As even its minted coins express :
Now stamped with the image of Queen Bess,
And now of a bloody Mary.
poem by Thomas Hood
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The River
Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you, the afterlife, beauty at it's peak.
All of this will be yours, unless you drinketh of the river."
Lift on up, glide across the forest
Turn right, find stones of solid gold
Power, you alone can feed a dragon
Just forget not, all that you've been told
I shall never, drink it from the river
I shall never, drink it from this hole
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
Been to Heaven, it's just too bright for me
My blood, is way too cold for Hell
While I'm alive, keep makin it clear to me
They say listen up, you listen well
I will
I shall never, drink it from the river
I shall never, drink it from this hole
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
song performed by by Zug Izland
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I Am The King!
I am the king!
For, i've travelled around the world and,
Seen many things about this world.
Hold, bold, sold, cold, fold, gold, old;
I will hold on that train for you!
For, you're a lover in my town;
And, i will try to understand you for, you are poor.
Early in the morning,
Moving around with the experiences of this world!
And, with the feelings of the blues;
But, i will hold on the train for you! !
For, you want to be on board as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tychicus
Fold, bold, hold, sold, cold, told, gold, old;
But you spoke boldly to us! !
And to quench all the darts of the wicked ones,
For, whatever makes manifest is light!
Fitly,
But it is shameful to speak of the things done in secret! !
However, the light comes to overcome darkness;
And like the peace of a land far away from you.
I need to direct you on,
I need to lead you on,
For it is like the muse of Tychicus your friend!
But the narrowm path in the forest will lead the way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Kharytass
In kharytass she is the sweetest to behold
Do not let her go like the best of gold
though i never heard even her voice
unknown to me why she opens my choice
just how this thoughts can't let me be
In kharytass she is the sweetest damsel to hold
presents to me a test to be bold
Why won't i want to learn her poise
Why won't i want to shut all noise
Just to listen to her talk to me
In kharitass she is the sweetest yet not cold
Watching while i rest with my arms fold
Those starry eyes the spark of diamond
Those very lips the smack of almond
Just be calm my soul and let fate be
In kharytass she is too priceless to be sold
Remains a love story yet to be told
Well curvy frame left with high chaste
All survey but left to my taste
Just don't let another bloke take thee
In kharytass she is the jwell of young and old
She took my arm less i be cold
Even if i live in a dome in Rome
I would never feel like someone home
Just unless she stays with me.
poem by Ray Anyasi
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All In My Hands I Hold
All in my hands I hold
Money, silver, Jewell, and gold
All those things that man can love
I still have more though some I sold
All in my hands I hold
Brackets and jackets to drive all the cold
To keep me warm and act like a stove
That when you talk all I do is to nod
All in my hands I hold
All great names in the world I'm called
Angels can know who I am from above
And tell my deeds to the might lord
All in my hands I hold
Stories I made but some I was told
Tales still fly in my head like a dove
And some still hang in my brain they're stored
All in my hands I hold
Everything in the world to you I showed
All have
But still I'm bored.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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From Mother To Daughter From Mother To Daughter.
Drink in some,
ice cold water little girl,
drink in some ice cold water,
some day you'll be big and strong,
but water will carry you all along.
Drink in some ice cold water little girl,
the day has been harsh to you,
the times are tough,
and getting rough,
but water will carry you though.
Drink in some ice cold water little girl,
although it's not getting easier,
refresh yourself,
from a nearby creek,
and maybe you'll see just what you need,
maybe water will show it to you.
Drink in some ice cold water little girl,
although you have grown much bigger,
you maybe be growing up strong and tall,
but water has carried you through.
Drink in some,
ice cold water little girl,
drink in some ice cold water,
some day you'll be big and strong,
but water will carry you all along.
poem by Sandra jacks
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Remember I told you 2
What the heck is it with you?
Why cant you see things like I do?
I see it all so very clear.
Its all clearer by the day.
Why cant you just let me go?
I cant live my life any more.
All I can do is think of my new forfound end.
Please just let me go now
Im sick and tired of fighting.
The past has beaten me
But then it had beaten me from the start.
So please please let me go
I ve nothing left to give
I cant forgive.
So when you find me cold and stiff.
Just remember I told you
I told you Id do it
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Words Of Warmth
Perhaps you have never been told,
that your heartbeat is a special treasure,
which cannot be bought or sold,
not with diamonds that are forever,
nor with a mountain of gold.
I’m not trying to be good or clever,
I just want you to see what I behold,
for you and my thoughts are together,
and I would even be so bold,
to say that no matter what the weather,
be it summer’s warmth or winter’s cold,
autumn’s leaves or even spring’s heather,
in my dearest memory; you I will always hold.
poem by Dale Mullock
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One Whose Heart
One whose heart
Is noble and bold.
One whose heart
Is crafted of gold.
One whose heart
Is to passion sold.
One whose heart
Is immune to cold.
One whose heart
Is born to be told.
One whose heart
Is done in faith's mold.
One whose heart
Is in fortune's hold.
One whose heart
Is not at all old.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa
I
Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold
And heard a woodland music passing by:
You shall receive me when the clouds are high
With evening and the sheep attain the fold.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.
II
Steep are the seas and savaging and cold
In broken waters terrible to try;
And vast against the winter night the wold,
And harbourless for any sail to lie.
But you shall lead me to the lights, and I
Shall hymn you in a harbour story told.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.
III
Help of the half-defeated, House of gold,
Shrine of the Sword, and Tower of Ivory;
Splendour apart, supreme and aureoled,
The Battler's vision and the World's reply.
You shall restore me, O my last Ally,
To vengence and the glories of the bold.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.
Envoi
Prince of the degradations, bought and sold,
These verses, written in your crumbling sty,
Proclaim the faith that I have held and hold
And publish that in which I mean to die.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Lost Again
I told you lady
Take me for one day
Please dont ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I know isnt this crazy
Lets have a last drink
Dont ask where I come from
And dont ask what I think
I leave you, lady
Full of desire to stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I told you
Take me for one day
Dont ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
song performed by by Yello
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Lost Again
I told you lady
Take me for one day
Please dont ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I know isnt this crazy
Lets have a last drink
Dont ask where I come from
And dont ask what I think
I leave you, lady
Full of desire to stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I told you
Take me for one day
Dont ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I wanna hold you baby hold
Only in your arms Im lost
Dont look at me
song performed by by Yello
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Ballade Of The Dead Cities
The dust of Carthage and the dust
Of Babel on the desert wold,
The loves of Corinth, and the lust,
Orchomenos increased with gold;
The town of Jason, over-bold,
And Cherson, smitten in her prime -
What are they but a dream half-told?
Where are the cities of old time?
In towns that were a kingdom's trust,
In dim Atlantic forests' fold,
The marble wasteth to a crust,
The granite crumbles into mould;
O'er these--left nameless from of old -
As over Shinar's brick and slime,
One vast forgetfulness is roll'd -
Where are the cities of old time?
The lapse of ages, and the rust,
The fire, the frost, the waters cold,
Efface the evil and the just;
From Thebes, that Eriphyle sold,
To drown'd Caer-Is, whose sweet bells toll'd
Beneath the wave a dreamy chime
That echo'd from the mountain-hold, -
'Where are the cities of old time?'
ENVOY.
Prince, all thy towns and cities must
Decay as these, till all their crime,
And mirth, and wealth, and toil are thrust
Where are the cities of old time.
poem by Andrew Lang
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The coldest of the cold?
A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights
The careless Cold shoulder
The unfeeling Cold heart
The curse of Cold nature
Cold hands held apart
Could it be Cold feet
Could it be cold fears
Could it be cold weather
Or icy cold ears
Even above cold blood…
Even above… being apart
My choice of all, above, Would be
the unfeeling…of a cold, cold heart
poem by David Whalen
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There's Snow On The Fields
There's snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.
My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I'm so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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I'm Cold
Album : Silencer (2001)
I've been waiting for years now, or so its seems
I've been waiting for word to come down on whats up
I've been rolling over trying to get some sleep
But the night is cold and someones taken my bed
And I'm cold
More than you'll ever know
Yeah I'm cold
Or so I'm told
I've been waiting for someone to ease my pain
I've been waiting for someone you can see
I've been rolling for years now, or so it seems
But I ain't got a handle on who's upstairs
And I'm cold
More than you'll ever know
Yeah I'm cold
Or so I'm told
Super fightin', super triggin', super trooper action figure (x3)
Wanna take me on? I know ya wanna take me cos you're
super, you're fightin, you're triggin!
I'm cold or so i'm told it's more than you'll ever know
I'm gonna steal the show from "huh" but it's not like that
I'm singly doubly fine and i'm going to triple your
time trying to rhyme but no can do it's so true cos
i'm cold...
Yeah I'm cold
More than you'll ever know
Yeah I'm cold
Or so I'm told
song performed by by Zed
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When the Forest Turns Gold
During the nights,
The forest turns gold.
Animals are knights,
And the children are told,
That once they set foot on the floor,
They will be pull.
When the forest turns gold.
This is not lore.
Climbers will be cold,
And the children’s heart would tore.
The children will be told,
That they will never reach the shore,
Until an eclipse peers,
Then the children would be unfold.
When the forest turns gold.
Years after years,
Climbers will be old.
The children will be swamps with fears,
That they will never be old,
Because of the magic that the forest hold.
The climbers hold the children tight.
They would always be hold,
When the forest turns gold.