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Far Fetched

I wish to see the flag fly high
and never at half mast.
I wish to see the world at peace
and not repeat the past.

I wish to hear the bugler play
his morning reveille
and never hear the sound of taps
from war's sad memory.

I wish to see all fields of battle
come to life again
and filled with penitent faces
that bring hatred to an end.

Wishes are wishes.
Dreams are dreams
and usually come apart
at the seams,
but I still wish anyway.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning

I've been a soldier quite a while
And I would like to state
The life is simply wonderful
The Army food is great
I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut
I love them all
They all love me
It's very lovely but
Oh!How I hate to get up in the morning
Oh!How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
Ya gotta get up
Ya gotta get up
Ya gotta get up this morning
Someday I'm going to murder the bugler
Someday they're going to find him dead
I'll amputate his reveille
And step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed
[alternate lines in 2nd chorus:]
And then I'll get that other pup
The guy who wakes the bugler up

song performed by by Irving Berlin
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The Reveille

Trumpets of the Lancer Corps
Sound a loud reveille;
Sound it over Sydney shore,
Send the message far and wide
Down the Richmond River side.
Boot and Saddle, mount and ride,
Sound a loud reveille.
Whither go ye, Lancers gay,
With your bold reveille?
O'er the ocean far away
From your sunny southern home,
Over leagues of trackless foam
In a foreign land to roam,
With your bold reveille.

When we hear our brethren call,
Sound a clear reveille.
Then we answer, one and all,
Answer that the world may see,
Of the English stock are we,
At their side we still will be,
Sound a bold reveille.

English troops are buried deep.
Sound a soft reveille.
In this foreign land asleep,
Underneath Majuba Hill,
Lying sleeping very still,
Nevermore those squadrons will
Answer to reveille.

Onward without fear or doubt,
Sound a bold reveille.
'Till that shame is blotted out.
While our Empire's bounds are wide,
Britons all stand side by side,
Boot and saddle, mount and ride.
Hear the bold reveille.

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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If Wishes Could Be Kisses

(r. alfred / w. farrell)
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
And dreams could make you mine
I wouldnt be a-sitting here
Wasting all this time
No, no, baby, if you call me
Id race down the street
Id be there so fast
Youd think I had wings on my feet
Oh, baby, if wishes could be kisses
Id wish with all my mind
I wouldnt have to make believe
Im in your arms tonight
No, no, baby
I could thrill you if youd let me try
Wed take off together
And wed tell this world goodbye
But I know it just cant be
Unless you feel the same as me, oh, yeah-heah
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
Then Id be first in line
If Im not wrong it wont take long
til youre my valentine
Oh, oh, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
A-come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, oh, yeah
Oh, if wishes could be
Woah, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
Woah, come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, now, yeah
If wishes could be kisses, yeah

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Empty minds filled with pride

Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body's falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who's the master of my fate?

And why do I wait…
And why do I want…
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die…

Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace

And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace…

But their body's keep-on-falling
Like seeds to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow

Life it's what you make it
So don't go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)

poem by Mark Heathcote
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My Death Is Coming Soon

My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.

My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.

My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.

My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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All Around

I look to the east when the day
Is done and think of it all
All the thoughts that Ive seen of
Satin seams and tide pool dreams
I look to the sun
As the day is dawning
I carry my dreams
From a moment before
I try to recall
But I find myself yawning
I guess they are gone but theres more
So I head out the door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
First break in the day if the time
Is right and nobody minds
I stroll down the lane take a breath
Of air and drift on a dream
I look to the sun
As the day is warming
Consider the things
That have happened before
I feel like Im one
With the wind on the hillside
I feel like Im one with the
River that runs by my door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
I look to the sun
As the day is dawning
I carry my dreams
From a moment before
I feel like Im one
With the wind on the hillside
I feel like Im one with the
River that runs by my door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
(repeat and fade)

song performed by by America
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A Dreamer’s Dream

My dream is to become a dreamer,
a dreamer who all his wishes will come true one day,
a happy dreamer who wishes the happiest and best things to all dreamers’ dreams,
a dreamer who wishes to change this dangerous world to a better world,
A world without racism, discrimination, segregation, and brothers killing their brothers,
But yes, a dreamer who wishes this world to change into a paradise,
A world that everybody will respect, every dreamers dreams.

By, Djeison Barros

poem by Djeison Barros
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Halsted Street Car

Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here
At seven o’clock in the morning
On a Halsted street car.

Take your pencils
And draw these faces.

Try with your pencils for these crooked faces,
That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth—
That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks.

Find for your pencils
A way to mark your memory
Of tired empty faces.

After their night’s sleep,
In the moist dawn
And cool daybreak,
Faces
Tired of wishes,
Empty of dreams.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Where Do I Go From Here?

(words & music by paul williams)
If I knew the way Id go back home
The countryside has changed so much Id surely end up lost
Half-remembered names and faces so far in the past
On the other side of the bridges that were burned once they were crossed
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Get back home where my childhood dreams and wishes still are none of my regrets
Go back to a place where I can figure all the odds
Have a fighting chance to lose the blues and win my share of bets
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Voice of my Soul

I want to hear the silence
that brings peace on my mind,
I want to hear the songs
that play deeply in my soul
I want to walk on rainbow
and holds the hope of dreams
I want to hear the pouring water
that shades my tears away,
I want to hold the oceans
and feels I owned the world.
I want to stare the sunset
that brings for another day
I want to feel the morning sunrise
that shows the beauty of life
I want to ride on clouds
that lift my spirit free
I want to hear the wave from shore
that brings joy in my heart
I want to love and be loved,
I want to live for life....

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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He'll Be Back

(Dale Dodson/Hank Cochran/ed Lane)
Don't feel sorry for me
It's not like it seems
Yeah, he left this morning
Tonight I've got my dreams and memories
Chorus: He'll be back
He'll be back
If he's anything like his memory
He'll be back
Early morning kisses
Deep down hidden wishes
Old friends come to visit
That's how I remember him to be
(Repeat Chorus twice)

song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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A few solitary thoughts

I sit browsing a world, virtual yet stylish
I have my headset on
A Tamil song played, which I care not
To escape Mamma`s scoldings, only my aim
To the aim my hopes always go
Filled, my mind with hopes and wishes
And eyes still sleepy, I wish 'not again'
An interpretation to dreams, got my mentor to say
Foolish hopes and beliefs with me to act
In real I know not, what does play
To make them all come true.
Dreams do have boundaries

poem by Evangeline Ray
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For Him I Know Not: Xiv

in my dreams and
behind my closed eyes
in my eyes wide open
what else is seen
but a world filled with you
who else is seen
but you...

in that world even you aren't aware of
desires have a different colour
dreams and wishes have a set of different wings
pain and tears taste different
laughter has a different melody
smile has a different flavour
there, it's a life lived on a different plane

09aug2010
22.07hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I Hear....

i hear the cry of a thousand naked voices.
i hear the sound of the turning wheels.
i hear the guns, and the moment after,
i hear the blood of bodies in the fields.
i hear the cry of babies without mothers,
i hear the hunger of faces without names.
i hear the whisper of god in the homeless,
the hearts of the poor in the falling rain.
i hear the truth beyond all lies,
i hear the hand that takes another.
i hear justice's cry for deliverance,
and the prayer of the stranger that is my brother.
i hear the hammer and wings of freedom,
i hear equality chanted and sang.
i hear the beat of life calling forward,
to dare, to give, tis not in vain!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lead Them Home My Dreams

Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
Make it mine.....
Bring them home.....
Bring them home.....
Lead them home (lead the home)
(bring them home my, lead the home my)
(lead the home, lead them home, lead them home)
Lead the home (lead them home)
Lead them home my dreams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Disguise whispers as screams - yeah!
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (ooooo...)
Lead them home
Lead them home my, my, my dreams.....
Lead them home my dreams
Bring them back to me
Lead them home my dreams
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa.....

song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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If Wishes Were Horses

Come with me you can wish upon a star
You can do all the things that you've longed to
And you won't have to wonder who you are
You can be anybody you want to
In a land full of promises and kings
All your best laid dreams are for catchin'
You can have the world to tie up on a string
Just close your eyes and imagine

If wishes were horses
Beggars would ride
All dreams and desires would ride along side
Worries and troubles would fall off behind
If wishes were horses

song performed by by Bryan Adams from Sweeney Todd
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I Can Feel Him In The Morning

Child 1:
He kind of started all the plants growing, and he started people. well, I guess hes kind of big and fat.
Child 2:
He can see us wherever we do ... whatever we do. he has such powerful eyes -- he has to have millions and thousands and billions. and he can still see us when were bad.
Child 3:
He could be sitting on the table right now, but you cant see him.
Child 4:
He cant be everywhere at once doing everything for everybdy. everybody cant get what they want.
Child 5:
Well, his job is to make us good and to make us happy and make us parents happy.
Child 6:
Good is the right thing and bad is the wrong thing.
Child 7:
When Im good my mother never yells at me, when Im bad she does.
Child 8:
Good means to obey your mother and father, to do what the teacher says -- the things right. I feel miserable when Im ... when Im bad, I feel miserable on the inside but, on the outside, I just
Like I ... I feel now.
Child 9:
I think ... um, um ... there are more people that are bad than there are good. and, um ... if youre good, youll live forever. and, if youre bad, youll die when you die ... (repeat last sente
Wo more times to fade in echo)
Take me down to the water, let me feel it run over me.
Let me feel the pain and the coldness, the loneliness that there must be.
Whoa, cant you see their dreams, as they go drifting by?
Whoa, cant you see their faces, and their tear-soaked eyes?
Chorus
I can feel him in the morning, I can feel him in the evening too.
I can hear him in the morning, tellin me what I got to do.
Got to make a new world, ought to make the old one right.
I can see him in the morning, I can see him in the stars at night.
Take me out to the battlefield, let me hear the shells flying by.
Let me hear the sound of the cannons, let me hear them scream and cry.
Whoa, cant you hear their dreams, as they tumble to the blood-soaked ground?
Whoa, hear them scream for shelter, from the world they never found.
Chorus
Oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo-ooo. (repeated out to end)

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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American Music

(ian hunter)
I have a dream-its only one dream
But I know dreams can come true
And I have a wish-its only one wish
But I know wishes can too
I wanna be-faraway from here
With those honky tonk heroes-burnin my ears-oh
Love american music-i play it all night long
Just me n records-n a vivid imagination
I love to dance in the mirror-i practice every single word
And it seems to me american music-is all Ive ever heard
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh its lonely on the underground
I sit and watch my world go round n round n round n round n round
I sit and watch the world go round
I hear the sons of memphis-i hear the brothers or harlem
I hear the nashville cats n the rag time mamas outa new orleans
I hear the windy city-i hear a gospel singers hymn-and it seems to me
American music is all theres ever been
Cmon baby oh oh -oh oh-oo-oo
I love the names of the cities-i hear the echo echoing
And it seems to me american music is all theres ever been

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Rainbow wishes

Have you seen high up there in the very dark sky
Shining through stormy drops of heavy rain
Appearing like a colored stream
A rainbow inviting our imagination
To make us wish wishes full of dreams

Looking up there into the very dark sky
Seems as wonders could take place
Where does the rainbow come from
To make us wish wishes full of hope

Blinded by lightning up in the very dark sky
Us humble humans take shelter
Measuring tremendous strength of nature
To make us wish wishes full of caring

Astonished eyes search the very dark sky
Wondering why such beauty from above
Touches lightly our beloved earth
To make us wish wishes full of love

Watching slowly the incredible shades
Now definitively fading far away
As the rainbow disappears into cloudy sky
To make us wish wishes for a good earthly life

(2008, Switzerland)

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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The chat of two women

Two classmates were chatting.

By chance they've met in the street, indeed.

They were not so old and not so young,

much more than forty.

The first one said: 'I feel so young

and want to be sometimes so naughty,

I want to love again and certainly be loved, .

I want the romances to sing,

I want to fly so high in a swing,

I want to dance under the rain

in Spain, on the plain..............,

To hear sweet words of love again,

To die of passion.'

Another one said with a compassion:

'What are you talking about?

I can live happily without

all those crazy wishes of yours,

cause I don't like anyone

to shatter my peace and quiet,

I think how soon I'll be retired.

Put those foolish wishes out of your head.

We are getting old,

all we had had already past.

I remember you've always been an enthusiast.

Two women were chatting,

The first one just forgetting her age,

the other one was old enough

and her life was a real tough.