All I Am
I am a canary trapped in a cage.
I am the words not on a page.
I am the body showing its age.
I should not fret. It's just a stage.
I am the leafless tree in the fall.
I am the Cinderella left at the Ball.
I am the echo that's lost its call.
I should not fret. I've seen it all.
I am the desert without any rain.
I am the soul that feels your pain.
I am the thoughts I can't explain.
I should not fret or ever complain.
I am the wind that has no sound.
I am the fish afraid to drown.
I am the lover waiting to be found.
I should not fret. I'm still around.
I am.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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It's Only Because of You
I'm a canary trapped in my cage.
I'm the words not on a page.
I'm a leafless tree in the fall.
I'm Cinderella left at the ball.
But I know this can't be true
and it's only because of you,
only because of you.
*** So I will change my ways
until I'm free again.
I will change these days
and let these feelings end.
I'm the desert without any rain.
I'm the thoughts I can't explain.
I'm the wind that has no sound.
I'm the fish afraid to drown
But I know this can't be true
and it's only because of you,
only because of you.
*** REPEAT CHORUS
Piano
*** REPEAT CHORUS
Words and Music by
EDWINA REIZER
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dont You Fret
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there
Ill be there to hold your hand.
Ill be there to see the sunrise,
As it lightens up the sky.
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there,
Ill be there to put you right.
Ill be there to hold you tightly,
When the sun goes down at night.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Make a brand new pot of tea,
Make my favorite kind of dish.
Do the things that I remember,
Thatll make my dearest wish.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
So dont you fret love,
Dont you fret love, no more.
Dont you fret love, no more.
song performed by by Kinks
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The Hungry Sea
The Hungry Sea.
The fog descends and spitefully blots out the harsh reality.
Of the hidden rocks and shoals that lie in wait to drown poor souls
Who are familiar with this coast which has claimed now more lives than most
When the sea fret hides the sea, the sad foghorn sound dismally.
The local fishermen are wise, but can be taken by surprise.
The dense fog muffles the warning sound and fishing boats can run aground.
The sea fret and the cold North Sea can work together readily
Malevolence personified they seem to take a perverse pride
in drowning honest sailor men for reasons far beyond out ken.
Despite modern technology.The sea fret and the hungry sea
demand their yearly sacrifice, and sailormen must pay the price.
It has been so for centuries recorded in the histories
which been written in the past by men who sailed before the mast.
The sea and sea fret are allied and they cannot be satisfied
Until the yearly toll is paid.This will not change I am afraid.
We try but cannot guarantee safety for those who sail the sea.
Along this coast where dangers lie.The ancient rules will still apply.
The sea won’t curb her appetite for she believes she has the right.
To take the sailor lives she takes, by forcing them to make mistakes.
The sea fret and the hungry sea will always win it seems to me,
4-Oct-08.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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2. The Saddest Day
Could it have been
The saddest day
I guess time will have its say
Racing mind
Heartache
Death
And fear
Disappear
Alone
All alone
Cold winds
Leafless trees
Sun long down
Darkness around
Damp and wet
Time to fret
Limitless time to fret
Oh but what could have been
Crazy to think what we could have had
Crazy to think what we could have had
Crazy to think what we could have had
poem by Casual Diamond
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Opposition
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.
The lute's fixt fret, that runs athwart
The strain and purpose of the string,
For governance and nice consort
Doth bar his wilful wavering.
The dark hath many dear avails;
The dark distils divinest dews;
The dark is rich with nightingales,
With dreams, and with the heavenly Muse.
Bleeding with thorns of petty strife,
I'll ease (as lovers do) my smart
With sonnets to my lady Life
Writ red in issues from the heart.
What grace may lie within the chill
Of favor frozen fast in scorn!
When Good's a-freeze, we call it Ill!
This rosy Time is glacier-born.
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain thou not, O heart; for these
Bank-in the current of the will
To uses, arts, and charities.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Don't Tease The Lion
If you saw a lion
Not within a cage,
Would you tease and fret him
Till he roared in rage?
Would you tempt his anger
And his savage power,
Knowing he could crush you,
Kill you, and devour?
Yet I know some people
Who, morn and noon and night,
Tease and fret with bitters
The lion-appetite.
It matters not what ails them,
For each disease and all
They seem to think there's healing
In demon alcohol.
So they fret the lion,
And anger him, until,
In his awful power,
He springs up to kill.
Let me warn you, children,
From this foolish way.
Do not tease the lion,
Nor tempt him any day.
Don't believe the doctors
If they say you need
Any wines or ciders;
For there are, indeed,
Better cures, and safer,
Than these drinks, that slay
More than a hundred people
Without fail each day.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The World And His Dog
(instrumental)
Windows are closing, you smell the track
Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells
Boneyards with vistas
Gateways to hell
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line
Where no angels tread
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat
Out looking for Venus
She's black marble on ice
Cut to precision
Weighted like dice
When it's all over, You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't
The world and his dog, won't care if you don't
(instrumental)
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't
The world and his dog won't care if you don't
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
(instrumental over and out!)
song performed by by Ufo
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Waiting Man
I come back...come back
You see my return
My returning face is smiling
Smile of a waiting man...
I be home soon soon soon
Soon cry on your shoulder
Your shoulder against my burning tears
Tears of a waiting man...
One two three four one two three...
I wait every moment
I wait, wait for my chance
I wait for my friend to say
Hello, you waiting man
Feel no fret feel no fret feel no fret
You can wait and feel no fret
And so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait
I return face is smiling
Be home soon cry on your shoulder
Tears of a waiting man
Every moment wait for my chance
My friend say hello feel no fret
You can wait and I wait and I wait
And home I am...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Envy
This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignonette:
And if this tree were discontent,
Or wished to change its natural bent,
It all in vain would fret.
And should it fret, you would suppose
It ne'er had seen its own red rose,
Nor after gentle shower
Had ever smelled its rose's scent,
Or it could ne'er be discontent
With its own pretty flower.
Like such a blind and senseless tree
As I've imagined this to be,
All envious persons are:
With care and culture all may find
Some pretty flower in their own mind,
Some talent that is rare.
poem by Charles Lamb
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A moment of fun
It was regrettably a moment
A moment of fun
Right under the sun
As I try to run
Captivated by fear
The harm is already done
I wonder which gender will be born
Where was that elastic
Known by its other name as condom?
Sporadic thoughts storm my brain cells
I better prepare a futuristic story to tell
Will it be a boy or girl?
An unwanted birth
On my cranky old bed set
Where bodies have mixed up
And churned up in anticipated sweat
I regret, I fret
I regret, I fret
Realising the damage
I rage, low on wage and engage
In remorseful thoughts
My thirst has been quenched and trenched
Was it worth it? Behold No!
Did I need it? Behold Yes!
The left overs are the fruit of my labour
The consequences are my only neighbour
At this time I need a saviour
How can I bring a child up all alone?
What direction have the warm winds blown?
In a moment of fun
I lost but he won
Now he is on the run
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Nature and Nature
We'll fret, my love. That's what we do.
The sun will rise. The birds will gather,
Singing. Final flowers will appear on
Plants around the yard, and leaves will
Take on wild colors. All the world that
Is ours, the chilly air, the dry, unyielding
Ground, and all of the above, are here.
They're real and splendid things, but we
Will dwell on what we've read and lists
Of tasks we've yet to do, and fear a future
We've imagined will be worse than what
We know, and fret. That's what we do.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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The World & His Dog
(instrumental)
Windows are closing, you smell the track
Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells
Boneyards with vistas
Gateways to hell
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line
Where no angels tread
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat
Out looking for venus
Shes black marble on ice
Cut to precision
Weighted like dice
When its all over, youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog, wont care if you dont
(instrumental)
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog wont care if you dont
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
(instrumental over and out!)
song performed by by Ufo
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Song #5.
Never remember what love's been,
That is the sorrow the world knows;
Forget it, or the heart too keen
Will ache and ache to the weary close.
Harden the heart even to love,
Or the change in the tender eyes
Will more than hate or passion move
The tears to fall, the wrath to rise.
Once the change comes, dare to forget
The sweetest truth you've dreamed of her,
Or the heart will so fret and fret
That it will have no comforter.
Turn not on love in the heart's despair,
For e'en her smiles were bitter then,
When all her faith is light as air,
And all her ways are hers again.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The angle from which the line and ball are seen makes a tremendous difference in the call, and the player who is inclined to fret inwardly about decisions should realize this.
quote by Helen Wills Moody
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What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge -- I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge -- I have none,
And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
poem by John Keats
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Cricket Is A Serious Thing
In politics there’s room for jest;
With frequent gibes are speeches met,
And measures which are of the best
Are themes for caustic humor yet.
E’en though the pulpiteer we fret
With sundry quiddities we fling,
We pray you never to forget
That cricket is a serious thing.
The crowd assembles at a Test,
And Hobbs at length is fairly set,
Though Gregory rocks ‘em in with zest;
The barrackers may fume and fret
When Parkin has contrived to get
Five men of ours – we feel the sting,
And give expression to regret,
For cricket is a serious thing.
They have the lead; we would arrest
A sort of rot. No epithet
Is proper, though they’ve got our best
For next to nothing, and your bet
Is good as lost. Don’t sit and sweat;
Due reverence to the problem bring.
We have a pile of runs to net –
Ah, cricket is a serious thing.
poem by Edward George Dyson
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Claudette
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the dreamland express album, and has also been released on the changes album.
Oh, oh claudette
Oh, oh claudette
I got a brand new baby and I feel so good
She loves me better than I thought she would
Im on my way to her house and Im all out of breath
And when I see her tonight Im gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette
Pretty little pet, claudette
Never let me fret, claudette
Well shes the prettiest little girl that I have ever met
I get the best lovin that Ill ever get, from claudette
Oh, oh claudette
Well Im a lucky man - my baby treats me right
Shes gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight
When the date is over and Im at her front door
And when I kiss her goodnight I holler more, more, more
Claudette
Pretty little pet, claudette
Never let me fret, claudette
Well shes the prettiest little girl that I have ever met
I get the best lovin that Ill ever get, from claudette
Oh, oh claudette
When me and my new baby have a date or three
Im gonna ask my baby if shell marry me
Im gonna be so happy for the rest of my life
When my brand new baby is my brand new wife
Claudette
Pretty little pet, claudette
Never let me fret, claudette
Well shes the prettiest little girl that I have ever met
I get the best lovin that Ill ever get, from claudette
Oh, oh claudette
Mmm, mmm claudette
Oh, oh claudette
Mmm, mmm claudette
Words and music by roy orbison
song performed by by John Denver
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Claudette
Roy orbison
Well, well, hey hey yeah now...
I've got a brand-new baby and i feel so good
She loves me even better than i thought she would
I'm on my way to her house and i'm plumb out of breath
When i see her tonight, i'm gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette, pretty little pet
Claudette, never make me fret, claudette
She's the sweetest little girl that i've ever met
Got the best love that i'll ever get from claudette
Oh-oh claudette
Well i'm a lucky man my baby treats me right
She's gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight
When the date is over and we're at her front door
When she kiss me goodnight i'll holler "more, more, more!"
Claudette, pretty little pet, claudette
Never make me fret, claudette
She's the greatest little girl that i ever met
You can bet i'm glad to get claudette
Pretty little pet claudette
Well i.....when me and my new baby have a date or three
I'm gonna ask my baby if she'll marry me
I'm gonna be so happy for the rest of my life
When my brand-new baby is my brand-new wife
Claudette, pretty little pet, claudette
Never make me fret, claudette
She's the sweetest little girl that i ever met
Got the best love that i'll ever get from claudette
Oh-oh claudette
Mmm mmm, claudette
Ah-ah, claudette.......
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.
quote by Jerzy Kosinski
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Brimstone Rock
Listen closely to me now my darlin girl
Theres one whos out to have you
An jus his breath will burn your curls
Dont you fret you neednt bother dont you fret
Here comes the father yet
Whatcha doin up atop my roof
Creepin cross them shingles
You bout scared me half to death girl
Whats your name ruthie lingle
Oye I heard your talkin
That little jesus geek need
A good ass good ass clockin
Oye I seen your mockin
Dont you dare boy - think my lord
Hath done forgotten no
I beseech the lord clear my head
Before once again I scar the soul
Of that girl in my bed
O lord clear my bed for once again i
Scar the soul of that girl in my head
Revenge is mine saith the lord
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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