Fear of Intimacy
What would you do if you found yourself
alone on an isle, alone except for me?
Do you think you'd allow yourself
to enjoy the intimacy?
Or would the swaying breezes blow
and chase those thoughts away?
As for me, I'd welcome the scene
for a minute, an hour or a day.
If a ship came by to rescue us
how would I ever know
whether or not you'd run to it
even if I would not go?
I guess the answer is simple enough.
You'd dash away like a dart.
And I'd remain on the isle, love,
with just my withering heart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Isle Thing
Met this fine young thing
At the local circle k
We made a date for a half past eight
And I said, what the hey?
So I journeyed to her crib
And I let myself inside
That chick was slouched down on the couch
I think her brain was fried
Couldnt figure it out
She wouldnt even look at me
Then I saw her eyes, she was hypnotised
Cold glued to her tv
Hey, whats your problem baby doll
Lets have a little fling
She said, hey you fool, now just be cool
Im watchin that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
Watchin all night
Musta, been a marathon
I was bummin, those shows kept comin
Heres what was goin on
These castaways were stranded
On this island out at sea
One of them called gilligan
So lets name him after m
Hed mess up every rescue
Man, that first mate was illin
If I was one of those castaways
I think Id probably kill im
Just about that time
Telephone began to ring
She said, just let it, my machinell get
Were watchin the gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
She loves that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
Please, baby, baby, please
I like the professor
He always saves their butts
He could build a nuclear reactor
From a clouple of coconuts
She said, that guys a genius
I shook my head and laughed
I said, if hes so fly, they tell me why
He couldnt build a lousy raft
And while were on the subject
Ill tell you one thing for sure
Those homeboys brought an awful lot
For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room
It was kind of embarrasing
She said, hey you two, I was once like you
And I loved that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Shed watch that gilligans isle thing
Please, baby, baby, please
Skippers in a hammock
Hes looking kinda fat
Hed throw a fit and then hed hit
Old gilligan with his hat
Mrs. hal had it goin on
But mr. hal was meaner
Ginger and mary anne couldve used
Some funky cold medina (? )
I was really diggin this show
I didnt know what to do
It kinda looked like I was hooked
Now Im an addict too
I know each episode by heart
Now Im the rerun king
And on every date we both stay up late
And we watch the gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Hasta la vista, little buddy
Gilligans isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Isle Of Enchantment
Isle of enchantment (Puerto Rico) (3/15/12)
It was the isle of enchantment where I fell in love
The isle where dreams flourish and grow
And your heart is with the one you know.
Where two hearts will become as one
Underneath the Caribbean sun.
Love is in the air and on the beach too
That is where I fell in love with you.
The isle of enchantment called PUERTO RICO
The island that you must get to know.
The beaches with their crystal clear waters
And beautiful white sands
Will make you feel as if you're in the promised land.
How can I not be in love with you?
When you make me feel whole
How can I not be in love with you?
When you touch my inner soul.
In you hope I found- and you turned my life around
You have shown me what it is to live
And to you my love I give.
I never knew what love was before
Till you opened up that door.
The moment I held you in my arms
And kissed you passionately
Right then I knew- another one there can never be.
The isle of enchantment captured my heart and soul
And with you is where I belong.
poem by Louis Rams
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Who Can Explain Why We Love It
What person explain enjoy west lake good
Good scene without time
Fly canopy each chase
Greedy towards flower in drunk jade cup
Who know idle lean railing place
Fragrant grass slant ray
Water far mist small
One point Blue Isle white egret fly
Who can explain why we love it- West Lake is good.
The beautiful scene is without time,
Flying canopies chase each other,
Greedy to be among the flowers, drunk, with a jade cup.
Who can know I'm idle here, leaning on the rail.
Fragrant grass in slanting rays,
Fine mist on distant water,
One white egret flying from the Immortal Isle.
poem by Ouyang Xiu
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Every Second
Wayne perry/gerald smith
Well listen dear I think its clear
We need to sit and talk
Seems youve got this notion Ive been having second thoughts
Well I must confess in a way I guess that silly notions true
cause every second youre not here I think of you
Every second, every minute, every hour of every day
Every second theres a thought of you that comes my way
So if you ask that Ive had second thoughts Id have to say
Every second, every minute, every hour of every day.
Now I propose we drink a toast and turn the lights down low
Put our favoritie music on and hold each other close
Dont worry dear youll always be here in my heart to stay
Every second, every minute, every hour of every day
Every second, every minute, love you more and more each day
song performed by by Collin Raye
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Farewell
FAREWELL, and when forth
I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles
Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,
Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south,
Isle upon island, sea upon sea,
Why should I sail, why should the breeze?
I have been young, and I have counted friends.
A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late.
Why should I from isle to isle
Sail, a hopeless sailor?
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I Left Apart
Over that fresh green grass
A sweet face did say to me with hush
O me handsome lad, will ye go apart
From the dear green land of Ireland
Though I promised not to
But fortune decided to
For me to break the vow
And from the dear ol' isle I did part
And on that ship I went over
For fortune to dig with me shovel
Leaving all that sweet green
And dreaming of money's stream
Behind the ocean so wide
Putting a shamrock by me side
To somewhere I don't have to hide
And the ship from the dear isle did part
Limerick, Corcaigh and Donegal
Connemara, Tara and the all
Oh how I miss Belfast and Derry
And don't forget the shores of Kerry
Dreams come and go
With a memories' flow
Until appeared the first glow
Of the land after I left the dear isle apart
Money and fame I did have
And for lassies didn't give a laugh
For me heart never chose
But the lass in the blues
Now years passed me by
And I'm getting even so high
No one can deny
After I left the dear Ol' isle apart
After all this and that to the dear I did come
So blissing the air I did breathe with no gloom
But then into a cemetery I did get
And on an engraved stone I did read
'O ye passer by,
sit a little and cry
say your pray, then a goodbye
to the dear ol' isle that ye left apart'
poem by Taher Shemaly
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Isle Of Man
Nice place
Clean water
Fresh air
Blue skies
Like pirates
We tried it
We took what we deserved
Half million
Years later
Wed used up
Our reserves
Were crying
what happened?
We get what we deserve
We get what we deserve
We get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Ive wandered
Through forests
With our garbage
Waist-high
Cant clean it
I mean it
We get what we deserve
Rainy mornings
Dry evenings
Its growing
On my nerves
Just gases
You fascists
You get what you deserve
You get what you deserve
You get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Im writing
This letter
So no one
Will forget
Some future
Cave dweller
Will find these notes an isle of man
song performed by by Ministry
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Manhattan
Summer journeys to Niagra
and to other places aggravate all our cares.
We'll save our fares!
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known as old Manhattan
We'll settle down
Right here in town!
We'll have Manhattan
the Bronx and Staten Island too.
It's lovely going through the zoo!
(Sing to me, Bette, come on)
It's very fancy
on old Delancy street you know. (I know)
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
I'd like to take a
Sail on Jamaica Bay with you,
And fair Canarsie's Lakes we'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy
Oooh, the dreams of a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Ooh, yeah
And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.
The great big city's a wonderous toy
Ooh, just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy!
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy!
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Manhattan (feat. Bette Midler)
(feat. Bette Midler)
Summer journeys to Niagra
and to other places aggravate all our cares.
We'll save our fares!
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known as old Manhattan
We'll settle down
Right here in town!
We'll have Manhattan
the Bronx and Staten Island too.
It's lovely going through the zoo!
(Sing to me, Bette, come on)
It's very fancy
on old Delancy street you know. (I know)
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
I'd like to take a
Sail on Jamaica Bay with you,
And fair Canarsie's Lakes we'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy
Oooh, the dreams of a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Ooh, yeah
And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.
The great big city's a wonderous toy
Ooh, just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy!
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy!
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I vowed I would do everything I could to stop the Isle of Man counting towards the world championship. And it was stopped, so they love me in the Isle of Man.
quote by Barry Sheene
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The River Of Sleep
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
Down the winding stream whose current is deep,
In our beautiful barge of Slumber.
The very first isle in this wonderful stream
Quite close to the shore is lying,
And after a supper of cakes and cream
We come to the Night-Mare-Isle with a scream,
And hurry away from it crying.
And next is the Island-of-Lullaby,
And every one there rejoices.
The winds are only a perfumed sigh,
And the birds that sing in the treetops try
To imitate Mothers' voices.
A little beyond is the Isle-of-Dreams;
Oh, that is the place to be straying.
Everything there is just as it seems;
Dolls are real and sunshine gleams,
And no one calls us from playing.
And then we come to the drollest isle,
And the funniest sounds come pouring
Down from its borderlands once in a while,
And we lean o'er our barge and listen and smile;
For that is the Isle-of-Snoring.
And the very last isle in the River of Sleep
Is the sunshiny Isle-of-Waking.
We see it first with our eyes a-peep,
And we give a yawn-then away we leap,
The barge of Slumber forsaking.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Merlin's Isle
O, I went down to Merlin's Isle,
And when that I had found it,
I kneeled me down a little while
And praised the peace that bound it.
There were no seas around it,
But the full tide of turf in flood
To the rim of the berried hawthorn wood,
And a dew-pond where the dear stars stood
Too deep for me to sound it.
O, I went down to Merlin's Isle
And there I soon did learn-a,
The winds they did implore me,
How sweet two beech-brown eyes may smile
Among the maiden fern-a.
My poor heart took a turn-a.
In a warm wind the whitebeam foam
Ran quick along the silvering loam,
And I was young and far from home,
As you may well discern-a
O, I went home from Merlin's Isle,
My dear was there before me.
In the moonshine by the shepherd's stile
A kind of grief came o'er me.
The winds they did implore me,
'And come,' they said, but I said 'Nay,
For the honey star hath closed the day,
And love that borrowed my soul away,
Sweet love shall now restore me.'
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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End Matters
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Like the arrow that finishes and exerts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I see wonders and forests of trees apart,
They struggle and inhabit the comforts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
Likely outcomes reside in the cart,
Rolling into the street that reasserts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
My living is called a sentence to depart,
Mine is the life that is of introverts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
I catch the idiots of the hour in a flowchart,
Forgetting the tree of animals with efforts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I gather storms and saucers in what heart?
The real question lies in megahertz;
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Beachcomber
When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms pavilioning.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.
For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I'll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart's desire, and seek my soul again.
For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
I'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.
poem by Robert William Service
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0052 Inglish fore Forriners
Look - I can spell it - 'tongue'!
Now isle never get it wrongue!
And see this bottle - 'Lite' -
Now isle always get it rite!
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Belle Isle
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
The fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of loch eiron
Where beauty and pleasure were known.
I spied a fair maid at her labour
Which caused me to stay for a while
And I thought of a goddess to beauty
Bloomin bright star of bright isle.
I humbled myself to her beauty
Fair maiden, where do you belong ?
Are you from heaven descended
Abiding in cupids fair throne ? .
Young man, I will tell you a secret
Its true Im a maid that is poor
And to part from my vows and my promise
Is more than my heart can endure.
Therefore I remain at my service
And go through all my hardship and toil
And wait for the lad that has left me
All alone on the banks of belle isle.
Young maiden I wish not to banter
Its true I come here in disguise
I came here to fulfill our last promise
And hope to give you a surprise.
Ive known youre a maid I love dearly
And youve been in my heart all the while
For me there is no other damsel
Than my bloomin bright star of belle isle.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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To an Isle in the Water
Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Manhattan
Summer journeys to niagra
And to other places aggra-
Vate all our cares.
Well save our fares!
Ive a cozy little flat in
What is known as old manhattan
Well settle down
Right here in town!
Well have manhattan
The bronx and staten
Island too.
Its lovely going through
The zoo!
Its very fancy
On old delancy
Street you know.
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with mott street
In july?
Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.
The great big citys a wonderous toy
Just made for a girl and boy.
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
Well go to yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the whiles
And starve together dear, in chiles
Well go to coney
And eat baloney on a roll
In central park well stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
And my fair lady is a terrific show they say
We both may see it close, some day
The citys glamour can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
Transcribed by todd peach
(from this specific recording)
Guy from bath england sent me this more complete version:
Verse
Summer journeys to niagra
And to other places aggra-
Vate all our cares.
Well save our fares;
Ive a cozy little flat in
What is known as old manhattan,
Well settle down
Right here in town.
Chorus 1
Well have manhattan,
The bronx and staten
Island too.
Its lovely going through the zoo.
Its very fancy
On old delancey
Street you know.
The subway charms us so,
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with mott street
In july?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big citys a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 2
Well go to greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free,
And bowling green youll see with me.
Well bathe at brighton,
The fish youll frighten
When youre in,
Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin,
Fin to fin.
Id like to take a
Sail on jamaica
Bay with you,
And fair canarsies lakes well view.
The citys bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 3
Well go to yonkers,
Where true love conquers
In the wilds
And starve together, dear, in childs.
Well go to coney
And eat bologny
On a roll,
In central park well stroll
Where our first kiss we stole,
Soul to soul.
And south pacific
Is a terrific
Show they say,
We both may see it close some day.
The citys clamour can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 4
Well have manhattan,
The bronx and staten
Island too,
Well try to cross fifth avenue.
As black as onyx
Well find the bronix
Park express,
Our flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success,
More or less.
A short vacation
On inspiration
Point well spend,
And in the station house well end.
But civic virtue cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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At age 10 or 12 he's going to boarding school in the Isle of Wight. The Isle of Wight is, of course, down at the bottom of England just off South Hampton.
quote by Jeremy Irons
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Someone Unknown
To be happy for someone you care is a blessing
Blessing in a way that it gives satisfaction to heart
Care sometimes takes form of love
Which is very pleasing to be.
I guess this feeling of care is hard to explain
Even though it makes the heart very happy
Why does this heart fear loving?
Answer to this is never ever known
Love and care is always so pure
I guess, the answer is simple
I fear love, since I never received enough of it
When, I did love my heart was shattered
It broke me and turned into someone unknown.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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