I could die—to know
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I could die—to know—
'Tis a trifling knowledge—
News-Boys salute the Door—
Carts—joggle by—
Morning's bold face—stares in the window—
Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—
Houses hunch the House
With their Brick Shoulders—
Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—
To the very Square—His foot is passing—
Possibly, this moment—
While I—dream—Here—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Animals' Houses
Of animals' houses
Two sorts are found -
Those which are square ones
And those which are round.
Square is a hen-house,
A kennel, a sty:
Cows have square houses
And so have I.
A snail's shell is curly,
A bird's nest round;
Rabbits have twisty burrows
Underground.
But the fish in the bowl
And the fish at sea -
Their houses are round
As a house can be.
James Reeves
poem by George Redgrave
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There's been a death in the opposite house
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out,--
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that,--
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign,--
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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And The Money Kept Rolling In (And Out)
Che: And the money kept rolling in from every side
Eva's pretty hands reached out and they reached wide
Now you may feel it should have been a voluntary cause
But that's not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling in you don't ask how
Think of all the people guaranteed a good time now
Eva's called the hungry to her open up the doors
Never been a fund like the Foundation Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in on in
Would you like to try a college education
Own your landlord's house take the family on vacation
Eva and her blessed fund can make your dreams come true
Here's all you have to do my friends
Write your name and your dream on a card or a pad or a ticket
Throw it high into the air and should our lady pick it
She will change your way of life for a week or even two
Name me anyone who cares as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
And the money kept rolling out in all directions
To the poor to the weak to the destitute of all complexions
Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray
But that's not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling out you don't keep books
You can tell you've done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
Eva
When the money keeps rolling out you don't keep books
You can tell you've done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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Did You Read The Morning Paper
(Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson/R. Monica)
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
There on the front page was a picture
Of a crowd as they watched a parade passing by
And through the haze of last nights sleep
Something familiar caught my eye
There was a couple looking so much in love, yes
They had a front line view
And as I pulled the paper closer
I realized standing next to her it was you
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Now I know why you've been working late each night
And no longer have desire to ever hold me tight
And your busy, busy schedule was all a lie
Oh, even the dream with a bonus, oh just another alibi
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Did you get the news today
Did you read the morning paper
Isn't the picture very clear
Where do we go from here
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headlines
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Oh, what now
Did you read the morning paper
Did you get the news today
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Did You Read The Morning Papers?
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson/r. monica)
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
There on the front page was a picture
Of a crowd as they watched a parade passing by
And through the haze of last nights sleep
Something familiar caught my eye
There was a couple looking so much in love, yes
They had a front line view
And as I pulled the paper closer
I realized standing next to her it was you
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Now I know why youve been working late each night
And no longer have desire to ever hold me tight
And your busy, busy schedule was all a lie
Oh, even the dream with a bonus, oh just another alibi
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headline
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Did you get the news today
Did you read the morning paper
Isnt the picture very clear
Where do we go from here
Did you read the morning paper
Did you see the front headlines
Did you read the morning paper
Baby let me lend you mine
Oh, what now
Did you read the morning paper
Did you get the news today
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Tower That Ate People
There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door
There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
?
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Repairman
He rose from the ruins,
Scarred though he was,
Of the house she destroyed.
Tentative this new construction
Rising out the ashes.
Each brick cemented in with care.
Built from blood, sweat, tears and joy;
Sweetly leavened with a touch of love.
A work in progress never complete
Yet not his house alone,
For we are all formed by committee.
Everyone who touches our life,
A parent, teacher, lover or friend.
For at intersections where we meet
A brick, window, door, plank or nail is added.
Some good, some bad.
Adding or subtracting to the whole.
We bear the scars and survive.
poem by Paul Brookes
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But That's Not It On A Hartford Train
Riding backwards
each brick is
surprise peripheral.
Gaze shapes itself
solidly
a moment then to movement
succumbs.
Again.
And I am dumb.
Strike no pose
that a poem
could love
much less linger
petulant in a
tinted window.
A brick sticks
in the throat.
No.
An eye.
No.
It is red.
It is dead
weight leaving
residue in
a palm
or place it
sighing to my
chest still
overcome by
the last
brick, and
the other
one
and so on,
all lost,
a last attempt
to see without
poses and write
it.
The heart says,
No.
The other eye,
the one turned
away from the
window, says:
'God forbid I'm
going to crash the
whole universe.
Goodbye.'
But that's not
it.
poem by Warren Falcon
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The Icehouse In Summer
A door sunk in a hillside, with a bolt
thick as the boy’s arm, and behind that door
the walls of ice, melting a blue, faint light,
an air of cedar branches, sawdust, fern:
decaying seasons keeping from decay.
A summer guest, the boy had never seen
(a servant told him of it) how the lake
froze three foot thick, how farmers came with teams,
with axe and saw, to cut great blocks of ice,
translucid, marbled, glittering in the sun,
load them on sleds and drag them up the hill
to be manhandled down the narrow path
and set in courses for the summer’s keeping,
the kitchen uses and luxuriousness
of the great houses. And he heard how once
a team and driver drowned in the break of spring:
the man’s cry melting from the ice that summer
frightened the sherbet-eaters off the terrace.
Dust of the cedar, lost and evergreen
among the slowly blunting water walls
where the blade edge melted and the steel saw’s bite
was rounded out, and the horse and rider drowned
in the red sea’s blood, I was the silly child
who dreamed that riderless cry, and saw the guests
run from a ghostly wall, so long before
the winter house fell with the summer house,
and the houses, Egypt, the great houses, had an end.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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For Those About To Rock
We roll tonight [we're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
song performed by by AC-DC
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Can This Be Real?
Your face, my door
Havent we both been here before
Sightless no more
No vision so high
Your touch, my hand
Suspecting that I understand
Night stands passin
Im askin, your life
Can this be real ?
Can this be lovin feelin
Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
Can this be real ?
Can this be lovin feelin
Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
Ouick turn, long stares
Is that a shadow or are there
You feel so real
But is this confusion
Ooh your voice soft and low
Comes in my ear and breezes that blow
No choice I knew
I ask my illusions
Can this be real ?
Can this be lovin feelin
Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
Can this be lovin feelin
Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
Night goes and days here
I can still remember the taste of the tear
I still face a cold stare
The essence of someone is constantly here
Can this be real ?
I can almost feel your touch
But youre not there
This - and I need you in the end, yeah, oh
Can this be real ?
Can this be lovin feelin
Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
Can this be lovin feelin
Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
Your face, my door
Havent we both been here before
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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While Waiting for the Boys
You lay your bike
against the fence
and headed towards
the farmhouse
but Monica came out
of the house
and stood in front
of the door
where you going
with the boys?
she asked
the cinema
you replied
what are you going to see?
Kissing Cousins
going to see what?
it's a new film
by Elvis in it
you said
looking beyond her
towards the house
I'd like to come too
she said
will they let you?
they might
if you say I can
that's up to your mother
you said
but if you said
you'd like me
to come along
I'm sure she'd let me
she stood gazing at you
her arms folded waiting
another time maybe
you said
why another time
why not now?
I'm 17 you're just 14
don't think your parents'd
be keen on me
taking you out just yet
what do they know
she muttered
the door of the house
opened and her mother
came out of the door
hope you're not
bothering Benedict
she said
the boys will be out
in a moment
she said
turning to you
and giving Monica
a stern stare
ok
you said
I'll wait
by my bike
Monica pouted her lips
and followed you
as you walked
to your bike
in you come
young lady
don't want you pestering
the boys' friend when
they come calling
and so Monica turned away
following her mother
another daydream falling.
poem by Terry Collett
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Jiggle-joggle! Giggle-goggle! A LONE WOLF Struggles in the Jungle!
Ships pass in the night speaks only a signal shown by choice
To other ships passing by – it’s a distant voice in the darkness;
Same as the ocean of life, one speaks by a look and a voice
To another then darkness again and silence in the duskiness.
Jiggle-joggle! Giggle-goggle! A lone wolf struggles in the jungle!
My heart flinches as another heart doesn’t answer and a frown,
My mind squinches if he hears only the echoes of my own;
Thoughts and finds no other inspiration - in frustration I am;
For A-Z loneness is my home, right to the end alone I am!
Jiggle-joggle! Giggle-goggle! A lone wolf struggles in the jungle!
Loneliness is killing me with spine-chilling terror, I can’t bear;
Loneliness is tormenting me with thousand hells; I can shed a tear;
I don't want to sleep as loneliness digs a hole in me – oh my dear!
I love everyone but none can hear nor come near but one fear.
Jiggle-joggle! Giggle-goggle! A lone wolf struggles in the jungle!
Alone each minute, alone each hour of every night and day,
Alone I walk the streets at night, alone I live, alone I dream,
Alone I eat, alone I sleep; alone I weep, I cry and I scream!
Alone I stay, alone I lay; alone I pray to end this life – I say......
Jiggle-joggle! Giggle-goggle! A lone wolf struggles in the jungle!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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For Those About To Rock We Salute You
For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) (1981)
Who Made Who (1986)
LIVE (1992)
SINGLE: Big Gun/For Those About To Rock-Shoot To Thrill(live) (1993)
(Young, Young, Johnson)
We roll tonight [We're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'Cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
song performed by by AC-DC
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Accustomed To Her Face
Out of the dark I see a face
one of beautiful and sincere complex
I wish I knew when that face would come
and guide me to a better place.
This face, I seem to know from somewhere
It still exists, not only as a figment of my imagination,
but rather, one in a desperate situation for me.
That face whose is it? but someone's
Those eyes, what do they see? but a story
Her mouth and lips, what could they do?
but speak and smile to me.
That expression, whose is it? but mine to see;
I try and understand the message conveyed.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that it might be the one for me?
In a world of fantasy I deem she's mine,
but who else could she belong to?
I find it hard to realise the position
of what I have witnessed has put me in.
Who would possibly keep her away from me?
but someone like myself, I'm sure she knows.
It is the only answer I can offer.
Then I may have a twin in the world;
perhaps my one and only adversary
in my love dream yet to come true.
The face has gone back into the gloom
Her face has gone...............................
Why did she appear as if with news?
Back into the past I think for clues....
Not just to haunt or torment me it seems
but to remind me that she exists in reality.
Not only just as someone out of my dreams
making the hope of finding her an actuality.
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Note: A very early poem written over 35 years ago
poem by George Krokos
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In Every Dream Home (A Nightmare)
The guy who lives upstairs
Is an actor so they say, or maybe worse
They say he changed his name
'cause someone with the same name made it first
His girlfriend come to stay
we hear her screams and think that they rehearse
so maybe it's a play
or maybe someone's really getting hurt
Look round every home town
every nice house-every fair deal
every good job-every square meal
in every dream home
a nightmare
The girlwho lives next door
is a model so they say though I'm not sure
She never seems to work
though clothes she wears suggest that she's not poor
She seems to be well known
with man friends always coming to her door
But they don't look her type
And she don't look the type to be a whore
Look round every home town
every nice house-every fair deal
every good job-every square meal
in every dream home
a nightmare
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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In Every Dream Home
The guy who lives upstairs
Is an actor so they say, or maybe worse
They say he changed his name
'cause someone with the same name made it first
His girlfriend come to stay
We hear her screams and think that they rehearse
So maybe it's a play
Or maybe someone's really getting hurt
Look round every home town
Every nice house - every fair deal
Every good job - every square meal
In every dream home
A nightmare
The girl who lives next door
Is a model so they say though i'm not sure
She never seems to work
Though clothes she wears suggest that she's not poor
She seems to be well known
With man friends always coming to her door
But they don't look her type
And she don't look the type to be a whore
Look round every home town
Every nice house - every fair deal
Every good job - every square meal
In every dream home
A nightmare
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The Effulgent Prince
He has brought a delectable eve
When hazy moment has just come,
Some chaffinches have welcome him;
He is a effulgent prince of a insular palace.
He is a mystery man, with a slumberous face!
He has incurred himself as a;
Of a despairing moment…………
Where as also he is a self-contained
With innovator motive.
A great number of substantial moment,
Will be waiting; to create a bearable news,
He is a morning star of a
Morning tide………………
I feel, he is the nom de plume of the sun.
poem by Jayanta Banerjee
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Dreamboy
(lebon)
Summer time its supposed to bring out the best in eveybody
But here I lie, waiting for my phone to ring,
Man, I could be anybody.
And I wonder, dont you wonder what is my intention
And if I could ever really truly make you happy
If its not enough to keep me hanging around
Im such a flake boy
When the morning comes,
I could be running away
Just like your dream boys
Send this dream back to yesterday,
I dont have the face for tomorrow
Lonley yawning, sleepy this way
Lead me through the trees to your hollow
And I wonder, cos I wonder if Im gonna lose all this loving that I feel
Cos if it could ever really truly make me happy
If its not enough to keep me hanging around
Im such a flake boy
When the morning comes,
I could be running away
Just like your dream boys
I dont want to be your dream boy
Dont make your dream boy
Im not your dream
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The House of Secret
Close the door, the window speaks
The glass mirrors, the frame shrieks
Close the window, the wall listens
The picture has eyes, the curtain has shadow
Close the wall, the roof stares
The air chills, the light fogs
Close the roof, the floor swallows
The carpet has void, the stair has trap
Close the floor, the door sneaks
In the house of secret, could you find the escape?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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