I had not minded—Walls
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I had not minded—Walls—
Were Universe—one Rock—
And fr I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block—
I'd tunnel—till my Groove
Pushed sudden thro' to his—
Then my face take her Recompense—
The looking in his Eyes—
But 'tis a single Hair—
A filament—a law—
A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—
A Battlement—of Straw—
A limit like the Veil
Unto the Lady's face—
But every Mesh—a Citadel—
And Dragons—in the Crease—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Mother's Hair Has Turned To Silver
Mother's hair has turned to silver
Her skin is all wrinkled and cold
But i'd never trade my mother
For the world and all its gold. Yes her hair has turned to silver
Her face is all covered with lines
But there'll never be another
Like this gray haired mother of mine. I think of all the hardships
I have caused her to bare
Then I can see the reasons
For the silver in her hair. Mother's hair has turned to silver
And her hard working days are done
But there's still a smile on her face
And a love for everyone.
poem by Kenneth Rickard
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Girl Can Rock
Hey!
Ready for the big time, ready for the small
Whatever's comin' to me, I'll be ready for it all
Sometimes it ain't easy, sometimes its not polite
Some days I don't get it, some days I get it right
[Chorus:]
It's in my heart, it's in my head
Thats what i said
Hey Boys are you ready for the shock
I'm living proof, the girls can rock
Spread the new around every single block
Hey boys, the girl can rock
Standin' in the spotlight workin' up a sweat
Givin' all i got and lovin' what i get
I can't hold back what i feel inside
and if i make you nervous, you better step aside
[Chorus]
It's in my heart, it's in my head
Thats what i said
Hey Boys are you ready for the shock
I'm living proof, the girls can rock
Spread the new around every single block
Hey boys, the girl can rock
The girl can rock
Don't say maybe or call me 'baby'
I ain't crazy at all
[Chorus 2x]
It's in my heart, it's in my head
Thats what i said
Hey Boys are you ready for the shock
I'm living proof, the girls can rock
Spread the new around every single block
Hey boys, the girl can rock
I'm gonna live it up
I'll never give it up
I'm gonna spread the news around the block
It ain't no shock...the girl can rock [3x]
Yeah, Rock!
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Lady Luck
(cook/coverdale)
She was a juke-box dancer
A blue eyed gypsy queen
She always had an answer
For what shed done
And where shed been
A feathercane lady midnight
For all around to see
She spoke with words of wisdom
And this is what she said to me
Lady luck
Cmon give me what I want
Pull me up
Lady luck
If I see you again
I will call you my friend
I have always been a sinner
But then the lady came along
She stole my heart and turned me round
till I didnt know right from wrong
She whispered words of kindness
Id never ever heard before
Golden words and silver tongue
Till I really couldnt take no more
Lady luck
Cmon give me what I want
Pull me up
Lady luck
If I see you again
I will call you my friend
Cmon shake me
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Raven
And as the raven flies she feels unwelcome
She's fallen out of her tree and caught on a limb of silver lining
Her wings uncertain oh but she's still flying
Yeah little Raven I see you there
Hold your head up now
I won't try and pull your feathers out I promise
Go on dry your eyes
You know that I've forgiven you and I'm sorry
And everything till now
It wasn't that bad really
Beautiful lady
Why don't you fly with me
We'll have a chat and a cup of tea
And a long lost need to see who's really there
And you'll finally be okay with me
And I'll hear your stories
That fill your sad eyes
When you had raven hair
Hold your high up high
I know that I've been ruthless
I've been ruthless
Go on dry your eyes
You know that I've forgiven you and I'm sorry
And everything till now
It wasn't that bad really
Beautiful lady
Go on dry your eyes
Hey you finally see me - hi
And I see you
And everything till now
It wasn't that bad really
Beautiful lady
Go on dry your eyes
You know that I've forgiven you and I'm sorry
And everything till now
It wasn't that bad really
Beautiful lady
song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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Jailhouse Rock
(leiber, stoller)
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there, and they began to wail
The band began to-jumping, they began to swing
You should have heard the knock down jailbird sing
Lets rock, everybody lets rock
Oh everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock
Number forty-seven said to number three
Youre the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
So come and do the jailhouse rock with me
Lets rock, everybody lets rock
Oh everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock, yeah!
Spider murphy played on the tenor saxophone
Little joe was blowin on a slide trombone
Drummer boy from illinois was crash-a-bam boomin
The whole rhythm section was the purple gang
Lets rock, everybody lets rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock
Listen
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock, yeah!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Cmon
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse ...
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A Charm invests a face
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A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld—
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled—
But peers beyond her mesh—
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
That Image—satisfies—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Lady Writer
Lady writer on the tv
Talk about the virgin mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah
Lady writer on the tv
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer on the tv
She had all the brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
Youd talk to me when you felt like it
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Yes and your rich old man,
You know hed a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the tv
She knew all about a history
You couldnt hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...
Lady writer on the tv
Talking about the virgin mary
You know Im talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the tv
Talking about the virgin mary
Yeah you know Im talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the tv
song performed by by Dire Straits
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A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Lady Silver Hair
I am a Phantom of the opera
My breeze it unties the air
I have blue whispered vison's
And some very long silver hair
I dance down romance lane
That the Roses paved today
Glistening aromatic petals
Of a velvet-toned petal inlay
Whispers of private promises
Softly move throughout this space
Encounters of Origami lovers
Come at last face to face
While in the background
Playing a mystical mandolin
Pulsing out the melodies
Of where true love begins
Moving on over the ages
Together forever oh so rare
But not impossible at all
When it comes to being
Lady Silver Hair
poem by Theodora Onken
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Montsgur
I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god will know his own
The innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god know his own
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Pushed To The Limit
Put your feet up maybe let the world pass by
Keep off the street, go away and wait to die
What you dont see is what life means to me
My woman says it aint right
For a man my age to fight
She dont get it
She aint in it
Im pushed to the limit
Two clean shirts, Im puffing on an old cigar
I still love women, sex and fancy cars
What you dont conceive is just what I believe
My doctor says it aint right
For a man my age to fight
He dont get it
He aint in it
Im pushed to the limit
Is it nice and cozy, sitting there in your evening chair
Is your paper pressed like your string vest
Its enough to make you rip out your hair
Relations sit and wring their hands
How long will I survive
Heres the cherry, theres more spunk left
Kiss my arse, Im still alive
You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please dont pacify me
Im just not ready for the shade of an old oak tree
What you dont see is what life means to me
And my dads an angry man, sometimes like desperate dan
And he gets it
And hes in it
Hes pushed to the limit
My doctor says it aint right
For a man my age to fight
He says put out the light
He dont get it
He aint in it
Im pushed to the limit
song performed by by Ufo
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Thinkin About You
Im not quite sure whats going on
But all day through and all night long
Ive been thinkin about you
Ive been thinkin about you
The look in your eyes
When you smile that way
The sound of your voice
Saying my name
Ive been thinking about you
Just keep thinking about you
This single minded fascination Ive got
Do you call it love
If you dont then what
All I know is I dont know what youve done
And this train of though aint about to jump
The track thats in on
In the back of my mind
Theres a secret place
But the whold world knows by the smile on my face
Ive been thinkin about you
Cant stop thinkin about you
This single minded fascination Ive got
Do you call it love
If you dont then what
All I know is I dont know what youve done
And this train of though aint about to jump
The track thats in on
I know its crazy
Calling you this late
When the only thing I wanted to say
Is Ive been thinkin about you
Just keep thinkin about you
I cant stop thinkin about you
Im always thinkin about you
And I do love thinkin about you
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Double your Coins
bless are those who looks for nothing out of
something; the flesh outlook the taste where
the heart had touch the inner vacuum inside
the whole space of emptiness
look up each step as you go beyond the
limit of the altitude, the breath comes to begin
the end, the pleasing side of time surfing the
passing wind as, it glide off the spirit of
surrender to the beyond
side by side capture every face, leading to the
point of possible direction of each pole and
hold the wave of where the positive aura of
where one belongs to live
nay! anyone single out to pass that path, for
there is only one will stay at the back of your
day, all have each share and all have the
strength to pursue, regardless of any delay of
time
on line your distance the edge of limit comes
in the most astonishing glow of age.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Acropolis
She reigns, red pale mimic
of the sun;
The sea siege citadel
of her flowing hair
entwines, envisions
her shadow on sea blue eyes
I saw her laughter
across a gulf
of tactile nothingness
Ebb tide, the wind.
The face of time's
telepathic pathway
The sea infolds, entraps
that red mimic
daughter of the sun
then loves the tide
releases it
I caught her,
Life by the sea
And touched her face
The cold seawind between
Our eyes knew
What could not be said
poem by Richard Shultz
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It was like I was in a tunnel. Not only the tunnel under the hotel but the whole circuit was a tunnel. I was just going and going, more and more and more and more. I was way over the limit but still able to find even more.
quote by Ayrton Senna
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Time Passes, Faces Change, The Heart Remains The Same
The face I see
In the looking glass
Is not the face I see
In my heart.
The woman I see
In the mirror now
Is not the girl I see
In my heart.
The face I see
In the looking glass
Is lined with the cares
Of the world,
The hair is silver,
The eyes dimmed,
The face is aged,
And the mouth is thin.....
But the face I see
In heart and memory
Is as radiant, as youthful,
As the day I met you.
Scarlett Treat
January 25,2008
poem by Scarlett Treat
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Straw Foot
I guess you didnt hear me
When I told you for the first time
Well dont you worry
It wont be the last
All I need a floorboard
An a wooden shoe
Step aside an let my lady through
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Up an back around
See the high priest
He took my place
When the judge looks to me
He saw his sons face
Not gonna join you in
Your tower of babble, boy
Tired o that talkin
Im sick o that noise
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Im not alone
An looks can be deceivin
When we get down to it
Youre talkin when you
Should be leavin
Ive been to nebraska
It reminded me of spain
All the questions loaded
All my answers same
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hay foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Let us not mince our words
Lets say it true this time
I need your forgiveness
Just like you need mine
Tell me how it is that
You dont want what hes given
It aint no sin son
To be forgiven
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
All over town
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Mary Bateman
My love she wears a cotton plaid,
A bonnet of the straw;
Her cheeks are leaves of roses spread,
Her lips are like the haw.
In truth she is as sweet a maid
As true love ever saw.
Her curls are ever in my eyes,
As nets by Cupid flung;
Her voice will oft my sleep surprise,
More sweet then ballad sung.
O Mary Bateman's curling hair!
I wake, and there is nothing there.
I wake, and fall asleep again,
The same delights in visions rise;
There's nothing can appear more plain
Than those rose cheeks and those bright eyes.
I wake again, and all alone
Sits Darkness on his ebon throne.
All silent runs the silver Trent,
The cobweb veils are all wet through,
A silver bead's on every bent,
On every leaf a bleb of dew.
I sighed, the moon it shone so clear;
Was Mary Bateman walking here?
poem by John Clare
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Mr. Dynamite
Pop/matlock
They call me mr. dynamite
I blow things up in black and white
An end to your charade
A button i have made must be pushed
There is no reason for the sky
When i'm on fire with your lies
So if i can win this fight
Then call me mr. dynamite
So here we stand
Both you and i
We're face to face
But eye to eye?
Tomorrow you may change
And i would be betrayed, my friend...
Oh mommy mommy mommy
Do you remember mr. dynamite?
You know that guy from down the block
He blew things up in black and white
Yesterday he changed
Today he is betrayed
In the street
On the ground
The neighbors gather 'round
Poor mr. dynamite
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair
For: Samantha
The beautiful young red head
moves in mysterious ways
as she pulled her lava orange stick of wax
from her box of crayons
She is not a girl
actually more of a woman
Yet something in her eyes
is where the secret lies
In the Hawaiian sunset her hair twists and turns
rips and burns
like rivers of burning lava
trust me when I say
'The Past is Today'
Part of Pele is in her
The red head sharpens her crayon
smiling to herself
'I used to have a box of crayons
like that when I was little, ' says the teacher next to her
His face is strained and stressed,
A perfect contrast to the girl
'I used to get upset when my crayons
wore down to nubs, ' says the teacher.
The girl with the lava hair smiles,
'You still do, ' she says softly.
The teacher looks at her,
his eyes far away.
Years later the teacher stops his car,
on a rural road, next to an old lady walking,
The old lady's formerly red hair replaced,
by Pele's grayish silver ash.
The teacher rolls down his window,
The old lady smiling through missing teeth.
'Do you need a ride? '
The Teacher asks the old lady.
The old lady looks down the open road.
She shakes her head.
The teacher smiles with tears in his eyes,
And a feeling that will not go away,
remembering the past today.
poem by Joseph DeMarco
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