Sleepy- Eyed
Sleepy-eyed and tired,
your head is nodding now.
You've played so hard all day long.
I caress your brow.
The vigor of youth shows me the truth
that your dreams will probably bring
songs to sing
and happy things,
nothing to make you fret,
not like the dreams I get.
Sleepy-eyed and tired,
my head is nodding now.
I've worked so hard all day long.
No one caresses my brow.
Weary from age,
earning my wage
my dreams I will not remember.
For I'm dead to the world
like a dying ember,
sleeping my life away,
not like my child at play.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sleepy Head
Terry widlake
Sleepy head isnt it time that you were in your bed?
The sandman will be coming soon, with a dream or two
Perhaps tomorrow they will all come true
Ooh sleepy head whispering all the things that we left unsaid
And so its time to make your weary way into a brand new day, tomorrow
The little pigs were certain that the wolf was here to stay
But in your dreams youll chase that wolf away
Hey sleepy head the princess has been saved and the dragons dead
Goodnight, and may God keep you in his sight
Safe until the early light, sleepy head, sleepy head, sleepy head.....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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What About Tomorrow
Is it my time already?
Am I going to sleep only to never wake up?
Are my dreams never coming true? What about tomorrow
And all of what I expected is it just going to fade away?
What if the world stopped turning
Would you still care about what those around you say
I'm tired of sleeping in my head I'm searching for sympathy
I can't let it go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... the things you said
Here today alone again
Only the sound of the iron bell can still call me to my knees
For this is the day that I die
Do you know why you stand?
What if the world stopped turning
Would you still care about what the broken hearted said
I'm tired of sleeping in my head
I wish it had been a better song
I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... the things we did
I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... me and you
I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about...
song performed by by Near Miss from The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
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Mr Sandman Lullaby
Go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call
while your sleepy head
heads for the field of your dreams
under a never-ending sun.
There you will play
the whole night through.
Go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call.
Once again, you will chase butterflies
across the field of your dreams,
laugh and sing
and no crying among your tears.
Just go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call.
A new day awaits you
on the other side of your dreams
as bight and sunny
as you want it to be.
Now hushaby, hushaby
and close those sleepy eyes.
6 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sleepy Eyed Boy
Where are the boot straps
To lift myself up?
Where is the well
Where I once filled my cup?
Where does this sorrow
All turn into joy?
And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy?
Where is my true love
When the wind starts to moan?
Is she out in the wild,
Is she there all alone?
Have I cast her aside
Like an unwanted toy?
Tell me where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy?
Hes goin down the backroads
In a cold pourin rain
Hes a waitin for a postcard
In the south coast of spain
Postmarked from a sweetheart
Back in ol illinois
Sayin where oh where is my sleepy eyed boy?
song performed by by John Prine
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Dancing In My Dreams
(b. russell, m. cawley, k. fleming)
Producer: trevor horn
Album: wildest dreams (96)
Ive been running from the truth
Ive been running since my youth, tired of running
I will stand here till you see
I am you and you are me, tired of running
There really is no difference when you look beneath the skin
Someday I know well go beyond this world were living in
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Dancing in my dreams
Theres no hiding in the dark
From the beating of my heart its getting louder
Just as long as we believe
The truth will set us free, its getting louder
All that really matters is the light in your face
In you I see the longing of the whole human race
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Dancing in my dreams
On and on the story goes
Or its the passing of the torch
With one small voice it all begins
Then there are millions more, millions more
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Youth and Calm
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
There's nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow.
But is a calm like this, in truth,
The crowning end of life and youth,
And when this boon rewards the dead,
Are all debts paid, has all been said?
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eye so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath -
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.
poem by Matthew Arnold (1852)
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You Never Know
Sun still stone
Watching
We walk by them and hear voices yeah
No one ever stops to talk of things we'd rather do
They never did
What if God shuffled by
One day we might say
We're angry not afraid
Like breathing just to breathe
That we might find some reason
But there's much to go round
That's what's wrong with the world
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They're only there until you're dead
Dream
Lying on the roof
Counting
The stars that fill the sky
Wondering why
Someone out there really isn't looking back down on me
You never know
So much space to believe
Only when you're small
A moment follows the cause
There's no one but you see
Hey there the moon is chasing me
And I worried if I looked away she'd be gone
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They're only there until you're dead
Dream
Oh oh oh la la la
One day fill your brain
With no cares in the world
The mellow tune come to play
She's all mine just for a day
And there's no time to waste
In the play of this game
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They're only there until you're dead
Dream
Unforgiveable down
It won't be so long now
Out of the darkness comes light
Like a flash
You think you can you think you can
Sometimes that is the problem
Dream
Is it your dream
Dream
Spilling on being
And he fell on them
And every day should be a good day to die
Oh oh fall down
It won't be so long now
I do love I'll hand love
I find it hard to explain
How I got here
I think I can I think I can
but then again I will falter
dream
I think I can I think I can
I think I can I think I can
Oh dream
Little darling
Dream
Spilling on being
We fell from them
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band from Busted Stuff
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Following My Dreams
I’m today,
Following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today,
Trying my best
My dreams are rare
Never know, are they just dreams?
They all are now killing me
I cant sleep with this
I cant breath with this
Just hope for a better start
Or my life wont mean anything at all
Its hard to word it
I dream with my best and I know they’ll be back someday
I’m today,
following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today being my best
And I'm someday nodding up the way of the words of some era,
I left behind deep down in the oceans of my heart,
And now, I'm following my dreams
poem by Sanya Zahid
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Following My Dreams
I’m today,
Following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today,
Trying my best
My dreams are rare
Never know, are they just dreams?
They all are now killing me
I cant sleep with this
I cant breath with this
Just hope for a better start
Or my life wont mean anything at all
Its hard to word it
I dream with my best and I know they’ll be back someday
I’m today,
following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today being my best
And I'm someday nodding up the way of the words of some era,
I left behind deep down in the oceans of my heart,
And now, I'm following my dreams
poem by Sanya Zahid
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Mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Get Up
Sleep delays my life (get up, get up)
Where does time go? (get up, get up, get up)
I dont know
Sleep, sleep, sleepy head (get up, get up, get up)
Wake it up...up (get up, get up)
Youve got all your life (way up ahead) (get up, get up, get up)
Dreams they complicate my life (dreams they complement my life)
Ive seen you laying pined (get up, get up)
Ive seen you laying pined (get up, get up)
Life is rough...rough (get up, get up, get up)
Ive seen you laying down (get up)
With the loving kind (get up, get up)
I know life is hard...hard (where goes your time? )
Where to turn? where to turn?
Dreams they complicate my life (dreams they complement my life)
Dreamtime...
Dreams they complicate my life (dreams they complement my life)
This time, no escape, I wake up. (get up, get up)
song performed by by REM
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Cant Stop The Music
Hes the star of the stage, and he screams all night
cause he cant get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the t.v. light, cant stop the matinee,
Hes played it over and over
He cant stop the music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
All those hard-earned words, that hes fought from his pen
Have been forgotten in some empty hall
And the wide-eyed looks, on those wiped-out faces
Make some dreams in such places over and over
He cant stop the music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
Wouldnt believe your ears, if he told you what the papers use to say
But that was in his hey-day
Back in his prime he had the fans in line
You should have seen him then, now look at him
His hair is getting thin
Theres one last show before the glory ends
There in the wings, waits his only friend,
The record that he prayed to over and over
He cant stop the music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)
Then we go like this, and we go like that,
Cant stop the music
Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)
Then we go like this and we go like that.
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Can't Stop The Music (He Played It Much Too Long)
He's the star of the stage, and he screams all night
'Cause he can't get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the T.V. light, can't stop the matinee,
He's played it over and over
He Can't Stop The Music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
All those hard-earned words, that he's fought from his pen
Have been forgotten in some empty hall
And the wide-eyed looks, on those wiped-out faces
Make some dreams in such places over and over
He Can't Stop The Music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
Wouldn't believe your ears, if he told you what the papers use to say
But that was in his hey-day
Back in his prime he had the fans in line
You should have seen him then, now look at him
His hair is getting thin
There's one last show before the glory ends
There in the wings, waits his only friend,
The record that he prayed to over and over
He Can't Stop The Music, or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long
Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)
Then we go like this, and we go like that,
Can't Stop The Music
Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)
Then we go like this and we go like that.
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Silent Sunlight
Silent sunlight, welcome in
There is work I must now begin
All my dreams have blown away
And the children want to play
Theyll soon remember things to do
When the heart is young
And the night is done
And the sky is blue
Morning songbird, sing away
Lend a tune to another day
Bring your wings and choose a roof
Sing a song of love and truth
Well soon remember if you do
When all things were tall
And our friends were small
And the world was new
Sleepy horses, heave away
Put your backs to the golden hay
Dont ever look behind at the work youve done
For your work has just begun
Therell be the evening in the end
But till that time arrives
You can rest your eyes
And begin again
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Ghosts of Dreams
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
poem by William Herbert Carruth
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The Weary Poet
Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his outstretched left forearm;
the pen still resting in his hand
while his dreams devise completion.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Dreams We Had
Dreams we had
as a youth,
dreams long gone.
Dreams not fulfilled,
only talk was done,
dreams faded away.
Walk toward your dreams,
not away from them,
dreams can become real.
Your youth only stays
for a short moment,
then like a vapor, its gone.
Chase your dreams now,
no matter what anyone may say,
dreams can come true.
The Song Of The Happy Shepherd
THE woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
Yet still she turns her restless head:
But O, sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
Where are now the warring kings,
Word be-mockers? -- By the Rood,
Where are now the watring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.
Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass --
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs -- the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be.
Rewording in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while,
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good:
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.
I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave,
And I would please the hapless faun,
Buried under the sleepy ground,
With mirthful songs before the dawn.
His shouting days with mirth were crowned;
And still I dream he treads the lawn,
Walking ghostly in the dew,
Pierced by my glad singing through,
My songs of old earth's dreamy youth:
But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!
For fair are poppies on the brow:
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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My Wild-Eyed Child
My wide-eyed child
So sweet are you
Innocent and pure
Untouched by the filth of man
A Baby's Breath for you
My wild-eyed child
With eyes so bright they shine
Open to the world
Open to the universe
A Red Carnation for you
My sleepy-eyed child
Close your little eyes
Drift off to rest
Sleep soundly and well
A White Poppy for you
poem by Autumn Winds
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Childhood Dreams
Sunlight peeps thru closed curtains
like a sleepy child, nodding in - out
yet you sleep. the wave of pre-dawn
passion, renaming lost childhood dreams
I often wonder about some childhood friend,
how at the time we were pardners, for life
what has become of him? is he sitting
somewhere with a cup of coffee?
I touch your skin, to gently introduce you
to a new day, and you with a smile, say
'I was just dreaming about you' thus
leaving my thoughts of childhood friends
poem by Joe Howell
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