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Andalusian

My Andalusian
Spanish Horse Boy
That Europe wants cast from places too wet and damp
that actual humans can't inhabit
I can teach you how to be more human
But your grass grains kept my Elders alive
And they covered for you when they ran into the night with their diamonds.

Your eyes are such dark pearls
Your mouth is as dark pink as a berry-freshly picked
Your face is gold shone blown from the air.

My Andalusian
Horse Spanish Boy
My Pygmalion ways
would cause catastrophe: for you are pure art.
Yes, that I would live in your treehouses
Yes, that I would play guitar with one string
And learn all your dances
and leave my best dresses behind.

But Roma, Roma, Roma!
You have no home state, no country to make demands from
And they are not impressed with flamenco music
or the special way your women wash their hair with flowers.
Europe pretends to be strong against every gypsy who has broken horses.

I would walk down that road with you
I would walk right in the middle
to be with my Spanish Boy Horse
to show him we are all galaxies and roads are paved with pastness.
I would walk down that main road for you.
But you have no diamond for me.
Still, I would love you from afar
My Andalusian
Spanish Boy.

poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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The Roma

The Roma

Roma my beloved people, millions of your kind died during
the Nazis brutal regime, no memorial was erected for you.
Disliked and shunted from pillar to post, your way of life,
so different from ours. When you cross a devastated Europe
It makes no difference to you as you always have lived in
city dumps and on derelict land. Sing for me Roma of you
longing for peace and acceptance that was not given to you
when Europe was rich. The land bound will envy you
because they cannot do as you. Their need is to occupy
a piece of mother of earth and say; all this is mine.” They
cannot let go and be free. Sing for me Roma tell me how it
feels to be hunted and despised simply because you chose
your own way in live.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Spanish Eyes

Seville in 43”, was a Bethlam celebration
To a great welcoming of a golden jubulation
Born was the saint of passion, of teenage
For in her haunted image cast the prayers for my Madonna

On Burning July day, the sun converted gold From limestone in the cliffs, and the sediments of the road As a present to the Roma Girl, a seraphim crested wonder And haunt me with her reflection, as frightening as thunder

Spanish Eyes, Spanish Eyes your living art stole my mind With your dark incandescence and sacred chalice eminence
Casts a portrait of divinity to be emblazed for all eternity

Hypnotizing vampire, that's what I took and understood
But I saw you as a girl, broken painfully to womanhood Awaken to lusts cancer, by the works of Marquis de Sade
Though where you lived I understand even love was fair trade But this was counterfeit, to your to your espionage nature As a love starved women, seeking comfort from the torture Of a mutilating world, that severely cuts the pure of good
(But I love you for the wounds you marinate onto my body)

Spanish Eyes, Spanish Eyes, sting me hard with acacia arrows Everything’s a vapor cloud, and your impression becomes narrow Raven locks I wish to touch, and make them swirl around my face

A lonely Lisbon Highway, was where you had your final role
Denying you the magnitude, to be cinemas Cleopatra mole
But in your fall, it raised you higher, above the evening star
Higher than the seven sisters, or Andromeda’s immortal crowd

For common fools look for angels under the spotlight of blind fame
The real sensational women can do without an entourage in her name
Forever my sovereign queen, my faraway Spanish eyes.

poem by Kevin Patrick
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Fake The Aroma

(vowles, del naja, marshall, thaws, norfolk, locke)
You sure you wanna be with me Ive nothing to give
Dont lie and say this lovins best
Dont leave us in emotional place
Take a walk take a rest now take a rest
I seen ya diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be see-through
See through money like its paper
With faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis though it seldom calms my temper
Ya leave me in peace, ya leave me in pieces
I walking through the suburbs
Were not exactly lovers
Your a couple specially
When your bodys double
Duplicate and then you wait for the next kuwait
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy you see Im swayze
You diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy must be lazy
I seen ya
The fire that rises in me
The daisy ? ? ? dwindle
? ? ? like a jungle in decline
My time has been so wasteful
I never fight time
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy I know youre lazy
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma

song performed by by Massive Attack
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Spanish Eyes

Little christine
Were takin one more run
Secret heart, when the time has begun
Come to part
And hey, youre the one
And now we know
My heart is sold
And though we tried
You took me with your spanish eyes
Hey badlands
Realize
That someone else is yearning
Special sunday night
And baby theres time
Time enough to cry
With all our sad stories
And all the bad that weve done
And all the times
Weve rode on for glory
And ...
And you took me with your spanish eyes
Stretch out baby
And call your daddy home
cause Im runnin tonight
Couldnt be all alone
Yes I know how something died
But baby it was just for kicks
It was just for fun
Even with all the bad that we done
They cant say we didnt try
And I fell for your spanish eyes
Saturday night special
Waitin in the sheets
Oh come on
Talk to me, my sweet
And Ill try to make it complete this timecome close and let me dry your eyes
Let me try to turn the lies
And let me kiss your spanish eyes
Let me kiss your spanish eyes
Let me kiss your spanish eyes
Let me kiss your spanish eyes
Come here, baby

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Road to Roma Jail

It's a long road, a cruel road, the road to Roma Jail,
birds in all the branches mocking as you pass,
the spiteful little soldier-bird, the stupid old jackass,
crying 'One, two three of them; riding head to tail'.
On the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail.

Crookedly the track runs beneath the grassy skies
silver shines the mulga, golden glows the plain,
Bullocks in the barley-grass start and stare again,
stockmen at the station-yars, watch the white dust rise,
but one man, jogging on, dare not raise his eyes.

Pride of life and wild blood, all must pay the toll,
stolen horses' mouths are hard as misers hearts
none knew where the end is once the journey starts,
and Steve rides a long ride to reach a bitter goal
where black imps, grinning imps, hover round his soul.

It's a long road, a cruel roaadm the road to roma Jail,
a trooper rides behind you, a tracker rides before,
your hands are tied, your head bowed, your heart and body sore,
and high above you in the blue the homing wood-duck sail,
on the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail

poem by Vance Palmer
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Spanish Eyes

Wey hey hey, baby hang on
Wey hey hey, baby hang on
Empty heart, beat tight as a drum set
Empty love, shed shine like a song
Wey hey hey, baby hang on (to anything)
Our love shines like rain
In those spanish eyes
Spanish eyes
Wey hey hey, here she comes
She comes in colors
You know she gonna turn the daylight on
cause I love the way you talk to me
And I love the way you walk on me
And I need you more
Oh, than you need me
Our love shines like rain
In those spanish eyes
Spanish eyes
Ill cross the world for green and gold
But its those spanish eyes
That get me home...home again
Wey hey hey, baby hang on
Wey hey hey, you know that
The night is young
Dazzled by lights that shine in your eyes
Im standing in the shadows
And wait for the night
Forever in fever, forever in heat
You pick me up to put me out on the street
Wey hey hey, baby hang on, hang on
Wey hey hey, baby hang on, hang on
cause I love the way you talk to me
And I love the way youre mean to me
And I need you

song performed by by U2
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The Moon is Up

The moon is up, the stars are bright.
the wind is fresh and free!
We're out to seek the gold tonight
across the silver sea!
The world is growing grey and old:
break out the sails again!
We're out to see a Realm of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.

We're sick of all the cringing knees,
the courtly smiles and lies
God, let Thy singing channel breeze
lighten our hearts and eyes!
Let love no more be bought and sold
for earthly loss or gain;
We're out to seek an Age of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.

Beyond the light of far Cathay,
beyond all mortal dreams,
Beyond the reach of night and day
Our El Dorado gleams,
Revealing - as the skies unfold -
A star without a stain,
The Glory of the Gates of Gold
beyond the Spanish Main.

poem by Alfred Noyes
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Spanish Moon

(lowell george)
One two
Well the night that I got into town
Was the night that the rain froze on the ground
Comin down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune
Comin from the place they called the spanish moon
Well I stepped inside, and I stood by the door
While dark-eyed girls sang and played the guitar
Hookers and hustlers, filled up the room
This was the place they called the spanish moon
Whiskey and bad cocaine
Got me on ? ? train
If that dont kill me soon
The women will down at the spanish moon
Well I sold my watch and I pawned my ring
Just to hear that girl sing
bout the news my whole ? ? rose soon
bout the news down at the spanish moon
Whiskey and bad cocaine
Got me on ? ? train
If that dont kill me soon the women will down at the spanish moon
Oh oh give it
What if I said, can you get to the end its a ? ? situation
If that dont kill me soon
The women will down at the spanish moon
Oh oh, give it to me please, whoa
Well I stepped inside, and I stood by the door
A dark-eyed girl sang and played the guitar
Hookers and hustlers, filled up the room
This was the place they called the spanish moon
Whiskey and bad cocaine
Got me on ? ? train
If that dont kill me soon
The women will down at the spanish moon

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Walkways Along The Roads

The pedestrians use the walkways
on either side of the road.
There are no jay walkers in Melbourne.
The young and old as well as the children
are aware of pelican crossing
and have no tension while walking across the road.
They walk their dogs too every day.
For those who walk on air, this city is safe.
‘Give Way' is the policy of all who drive vehicles.
Accidents galore on the roads in India.
Sugar-patients who leave the home before the dawn
won't come back home safe in India.
Rules of the road are wantonly broken.

The children take their grand dads and mums for a walk.
This is not ‘cat walk' or ‘space walk'
requiring special costumes. Benefits of walk speak.
They walk with verve to be virile.
They greet each other saying ‘hello' with a nice smile.
If a girl said, ‘hello' to a boy in India,
he would be chasing her like a hunting dog.
Senior-citizens go out to walk off an illness.
The walkies and the walkers make their physique stronger
by regular walk to live long with pleasure.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Wild horses

It’s simple
Life is reborn every day
Don’t bother with vain reasoning
Don’t stumble into blind alleys of thought
Life revives every day
You must know that
It clatters in front of you
Like a herd of wild horses
Pick a horse
Grab his mane and hop on his back
All of them are headed the same way
The important thing is the road taking you there
Show the horse who’s the boss
Dig your heels into his ribs
You’re riding through sunny thickets
Over fields where the grass grows sweetly
And the shadows are softer than women’s flanks
Learn your horse’s vices
Teach him your own
If he happens to be vicious and throws you off
Don’t worry
Jump up on another horse
Plenty of to choose from
The herd is endless
There’ll always be one for you
Life is reborn every day
Do you know that?

poem by Betim Muco
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Spanish Eyes

Blue spanish eyes
Teardrops are falling from your spanish eyes
Please, please don't cry
This is just adios and not goodbye
Soon I'll return
Bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say "Si, si"
Say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me
Blue spanish eyes
Prettiest eyes in all Old Mexico
True spanish eyes
Please smile at me once more before I go
Dear, I'll return
Bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say "Si, si"
Say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me
Say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me

song performed by by Faith No More
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Spanish Eyes

(words & music by b. kaemfert - c. singleton - e. snyder)
Blue spanish eyes teardrops are falling from your spanish eyes
Please please dont cry, this is just adios and not good-bye
Soon Ill return, bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say si si say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me
Soon Ill return, bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say si si say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me
Say you and your spanish eyes will wait for me

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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To William Shelley.

(With what truth may I say--
Roma! Roma! Roma!
Non e piu come era prima!)

I.
My lost William, thou in whom
Some bright spirit lived, and did
That decaying robe consume
Which its lustre faintly hid,--
Here its ashes find a tomb,
But beneath this pyramid
Thou art not—if a thing divine
Like thee can die, thy funeral shrine
Is thy mother’s grief and mine.

II.
Where art thou, my gentle child?
Let me think thy spirit feeds,
With its life intense and mild,
The love of living leaves and weeds
Among these tombs and ruins wild;--
Let me think that through low seeds
Of sweet flowers and sunny grass
Into their hues and scents may pass
A portion--

poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

song performed by by Tom Jones
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Fond And Happy Memories

In the middle of February they always came to Annagloor
And parked their horse drawn vans by the by road the travelling Irish poor
They came for the March horse fair in Millstreet Town horses they bought and sold
And a beautiful Pinto to them was a horse worth more than gold.

The coldest part of the Winter is in mid February
And a cold wind blew across the sky in temperatures low as minus 3
Their horses they did not tether on the by road they ranged free
And though that was close to fity years ago those memories remain with me.

And though many Seasons have come and gone since then the memories remain evergreen
Around their camp fire they drunk their illicit booze the stuff known as poteen
And the accordionist played the old tunes and with him they sang along
And they were bound through their cultural links to music dance and song.

Their ancestors were the dispossessed that Cromwells's army had put on the road
That led them to the wandering life of the 'no fixed abode'
Their mothers gave them life in their horse drawn vans and in their horse drawn vans they died
And from birth till death they roamed around the Irish countryside

Outcasts in their own country and homeless and downtrod
But through their music dance and song linked to a greater God
And though they too had their human frailties so too don't we one and all
And fond and happy memories of them I can recall.

Their children and grand children don't live in a horse drawn van
For the late fifties brought great changes to the lives of the wandering clan
Yet by the by road at Annagloor around their camp fire in the moonlight
I still can hear them singing on a cold and frosty night.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in spanish harlem
A rose that grows in spanish harlem
Its never seen the sun
It only comes up when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are leaving
Well, it grows right in the street
Up between the concrete
But soft and sweet, and (breathing? ? )
There is a rose in spanish harlem
A rose that grows in spanish harlem
Oh, with eyes as black as coal
That reach down in my soul
And start a fire I cant control
I beg your pardon
Well, I want to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden
There is a rose in spanish harlem
There is a rose in spanish harlem

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Cavallina Storna

The grey horse follows its familiar road home,
it pulls a wagon with a man at the reigns.

Its hooves kick up dust. This is Sicily.
It's Summer and it hasn't rained in months.

The man at the reigns is dead.

The horse waits patiently for her master's whip.
She won't speed up without it.

At the barbershop in town
hair floated cutting through beams of light
and irritating his breath.
He thought he was to die right there,
but they waited till he was on the road.

The horse's eyes are covered to keep her calm.
She can only see ahead where she can make out
the house, and the children waiving
from the branches of the orange tree.

poem by Matthew Christopher
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The Wild Horse

(r. stewart/a. taylor)
Born and raised
In a motel in new orleans
I ran away
With a hobo and his gypsy friends
We rode a freight train up to cleveland
Across the utah plains
Proud men, troubadours torn and frayed
Sleeping under the stars
While gently strumming guitars
Played the songs of woddy guthrie
And the open road
I knew right then I could never go home
Cause the wild horse runs free forever
Oh yeah, a wild horse runs free forever
And ever and ever
I met a girl
From a family of position and wealth
What a hand
This rambler had been finally dealt
A beauty six years and ten
I felt the walls closing in
Like a swollen river
Bout to overflow
Like a losing gambler I kept on rolling
And a wild horse runs free forever
Yeah yeah yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah yeah yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
Play the guitar
So understand I must go
But Ill drink you one last toast
Oh heres to the heart
And the hands of a man
That come with the dust
And are gone with the wind
May the wild horse run free forever
Yeah the wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah the wild horse run free forever
Wild guitar, baby, come on, wild
I know, I know, I know, I know
Play it for me, come on.
Yeah, hit it. yeah yeah. let me hear it, yeah.
The wild horse run free ...

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Spanish Winds

Spanish silver eyes dream of summer nights
Lovers entwined like cathedral candlelight
Brusque bas-relief pastels of open space
Poetry rhymes in cadence of world art
Pilgrims of fine luster from a grand age
Walk quietly amidst Mediterranean stars
Mountain villages rest serene by the sea
Preserved time felt keenly on every street

Barcelona is a vision that always haunts me
Picasso’s world where the old and new meet
Catalonia a separate place in space and time
Hear the tide roll and feel the fire of soul
Hemingway hears bells drinking Spanish wine
History and wars like visions of Goya grow
I sit by the sea listening to a Spanish Guitar
Singing like the winds of Madrid from afar

Tonight Spanish winds caress lover’s hearts
As we gaze at the wondrous light of the stars

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Never Will I Break

Lay me down
And wash this blood off of my hands for me
While I cry out
Don't let me die before I fall asleep
I can't keep going but
I can not start again
This road I walk is paved with the broken promises
I've made
At least a million times I've fallen
But never will I break
These walls I make
They hold me in and hold me back today
Oh but tomorrow to
Then I'll walk right out and walk right over you
If you hear me screamin'
Please don't let me fall again
This road I walk is paved with the broken promises
I've made
At least a million times I've fallen
But never will I break
My time is on it's way
I'll fall but I won't break
This road I walk is paved with the broken promises
I've made
At least a million times I've fallen
But never will I break
Repeat

song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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