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The Quiet One (for Beatle George)

They met him on the local bus, just
Local boys not knowing they were bound
For glory, greatness, and here was

The one to always ask for less
The quiet one, who worked hard on his lines
Holding his own above the fuss

For years they kept him to the wings
Without stage mark or microphone
Rising to harmonize but not to sing

Saturn's dark sun, its self-effacing child
Of Krishna, kept strong by belief
Sharing his heart, looking for inner light

It was more difficult to hold
To keep that faith when all around
Of his small frame it rained, the arrogance

Intrusion, all the slights and checks
Of his kind and careless friends
Advice on what and where and how to play

And when the dam burst and the songs poured down
The rivers he had stored, the chants suppressed
In deference rang quiet and strong, the hum

Of new contentment in his mind, the sign
To cultivate his garden and his son
Discovered footsteps in that quiet time

When cancer is held back, in check
And has not come again, not yet
To take the life on which it once laid claim

He thought back to those years, he said
They gave their screams, the Beatles gained insight
And gave their nervous systems in exchange.

poem by Frank Bana
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White Hot Day

Instrumental version called bass line
In time, only time, speak for time, in time
Time calls, time cries, sweet friend of mine
Time could be a place, a spirit and a face
Teardrops through time
While away below, the whirlwinds will blow
A pretty nation speaks in time
The beauty of it is, to waken up to
Shake the hand of time
In time, only time, well speak for time
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Whisper the things that will come our way
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Hold back the years, hold back the years
Time calls, time cries, sounds like a friend of mine
Time will run to meet, the slick and shiny beat
That creeps to me through time
While away below, the whirlwinds will blow
A pretty nation sleeps in time
The beauty of it is
Well wake up to, shake the hand of time
In time, only time, in time, only time
In time
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Whisper the things that will come our way
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears
In time, only time, well speak for time
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Whisper the things that will come our way
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears
In time, only time
Quiet night of a white hot day
Whisper the things that will come our way
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Roll back the years, roll back the years
In time, only time, well speak for time
On a quiet night
Hold back the tears to another day
Quiet night of a white hot day
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears
Time, only time, speak for time
Quiet night of a white hot day
Whisper the things that will come our way
On a quiet night of a white hot day
Roll back the years, roll back the years
In time, only time, speak for time
Quiet night of a white hot day
Hold back the tears to another day
Quiet night of a white hot day
Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Small And Quiet

SMALL AND QUIET

Small and quiet joys
Like small and quiet poems
Are what I can expect now.

The time for great Dreams and Adventures
Is gone
I don’t have the strength for them.

These little lines are what I can manage
Not much more
Withered and diminished fingers touch these keys
And all I can sing with them
is slow and careful songs.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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So Quiet In Here

Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Give me a Sign

The whole world has been brought to its knees, and I still have these nervous shakes.
Don’t be fooled you push me too far and I will kill you, no matter what it takes.

Leave me alone, then pull me closer then ever before because I’m insane.
I lost my mind to you two years ago, do something to rid me of this pain.

We burned through the summer so fast. I wish each of those days were years.
No matter how strong I will you back, this emptiness still brings me to tears.

Was all of my love a waste? Because I can’t command it back into my heart.
Help me I scream at anyone passing by, or finish me and completely rip me apart.

I’m barely hanging on, nothing to hope for, no light waiting for me on the distant shore.
Your long brown hair and eyes gave me inspiration you still are the only one I adore.

Now this music is playing in my head, give me a sign, just give me a sign.
Do something, do anything, but give me a sign that shows me you’re still mine!

poem by Midnight Writer
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Quiet Life

Somethings happenin but Im just gonna turn a blind eye.
If I see no evil, ask no questions, and I hear no lies.
Cant communicate with minds that are small,
With some people its like talkin to the wall
And a fellow who walks away,
Lives to battle another day.
And Ive really got no appetite
For a fight,
Not tonight.
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
No ambition to rock the boat
When I can just stay afloat.
Be content with a quiet life
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil at all.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.
Id rather have em think Im deaf, dumb, and blind
Than aggravation every time I speak my mind
Keep _________ at a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
I could easily blow my top,
Start a row,
But why start now?
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
[instrumental section]
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.

song performed by by Kinks
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Love Of A Parent

They had married at a very young age
At the time they thought it was a game.
They had been together for a long time
and he thought that everything would be fine.

They had lived together for two years or more
And they thought they knew the score.
At seventeen years of age they felt they knew it all
And life was to have a ball.

With part time jobs they paid their bills
Living together was such a thrill.
Not having to worry about a curfew hour
Now ' they had all the power'.

Going out partying every weekend
Not thinking of the money that they spent.
Coming home late at night, being drunk
They would start to fight.

She started feeling some menstruation pain
And from this point on their lives would change.
She went to her doctor to check it out
Pregnant she was - there was no doubt.

Now their eyes opened to the fact
From this point on there was no turning back.
They now had a child on the way
And they could no longer go out to play.

He got a full time job and straightened up his act
And a better position he would have to attack.
He went back to school To get a better education
And to give his wife and child all that he could give
And with both their incomes they would have to live.

She worked for seven months till she
Could work no longer, and to get their house in order.
When she went to the hospital because her time was due
She found out she was having not one but two.

She gave birth to a beautiful boy and girl
He was a diamond and she a pearl.
The most precious babies you'd ever want to see
And he was the proud father - as proud as can be.

They struggled like most couples do
But he was determined to see it through.
She took her children and held them tight
For in their faces she saw their fathers might.

His love so strong for his family
And this is what they all did see.
And the rest is history.

poem by Louis Rams
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What is faith?

Faith is knowing You're in control
when my life is falling apart.
Faith is in that quiet assurance
I feel deep within my heart.
It's faith that keeps me quiet
when I can't see any way out.
Then when I want to scream
It's faith that makes me shout

poem by Joseph Freeman
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Your Hero Is A Well Known Local

The one who is hailed by the masses will never be a hero to you
Your hero is a quiet achiever to his dedications he's true
An honest and a hard working person and one of high integrity
You have placed him on a pedestal to you there's none greater than he.

Your hero is a well known local and in his work he takes great pride
He is admired and respected by many but he'll never be known far and wide
He's one who leads by good example one to help you out if he could
And for the local community he is one who has done so much good.

He is such a down to earth person and none more hard working than he
One who derives much satisfaction in each sporting local victory
A generous and a likeable fellow and a familiar face of the Town
He's happy to be a well known local and he does not yearn for World-wide renown.

I do like your sort of a hero a person that you do know well
Of any huge business adventures he does not have stories to tell
When you say you'll follow in his footsteps you are walking on solid ground
Why look up to a World renowned hero when there's a local hero to be found.

poem by Francis Duggan
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To Quiet... To Hold On

Each life needs
It’s own quiet place
Each life needs
To savor joy’s taste
A place where time stops
But for a moment worry is gone
Each life needs to quiet...
To hold on

Floating with the grace
Of the resting fawn
Each life needs to quiet...
To go on

Each life needs
A quiet place where tears can dropp
Where life’s eddies of trouble
Spinning downward
To be changed into joy
Foaming joy, floats to the top
Expanding like bubbles
Beginning to pop

Each life needs to quiet...
To bring their best to the top

It’s where all thoughts come together
Making the connections
In my heart and mind
I travel to this place by reflection

In this quiet place letting go
Can cause tears quite a bit
But like a river
Joy flows right through it

(Inspired by the memory of a weekend stay at the Cascade River after returning from the service.)

poem by Duane Botzek
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Extraordinary Rendition

I.

I gave you back my claim on the mining town
and the rich vein we once worked,
the tumble down
from a sluice box that irked

you so much, the narrow gauge
that opened up to one and all
when it ran out at the landing stage
beyond the falls.

I gave you back oak ties,
bully flitches, the hand-hewn crossbeams
from which hung hardtack

in a burlap bag that, I'd surmise,
had burst its seams
the last night we lay by the old spur track.

II.

You gave me back your frown
and the most recent responsibility you'd shirked
along with something of your renown
for having jumped from a cage just before it jerked

to a standstill, your wild rampage
shot through with silver falderals,
the speed of that falling cage
and the staidness of our canyon walls.

You gave me back lake skies,
pulley glitches, gully pitches, the reflected gleams
of two tin plates and mugs in the shack,

the echoes of love sighs
and love screams
our canyon walls had already given back.

poem by Paul Muldoon
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At The Seaside

O SOLITARY shining sea
That ripples in the sun,
O gray and melancholy sea,
O'er which the shadows run;

O many-voiced and angry sea,
Breaking with moan and strain,--
I, like a humble, chastened child,
Come back to thee again;

And build child-castles and dig moats
Upon the quiet sands,
And twist the cliff-convolvulus
Once more, round idle hands;

And look across that ocean line,
As o'er life's summer sea,
Where many a hope went sailing once,
Full set, with canvas free.

Strange, strange to think how some of them
Their silver sails have furled,
And some have whitely glided down
Into the under world;

And some, dismasted, tossed and torn,
Put back in port once more,
Thankful to ride, with freight still safe,
At anchor near the shore.

Stranger it is to lie at ease
As now, with thoughts that fly
More light and wandering than sea-birds
Between the waves and sky:

To play child's play with shells and weeds,
And view the ocean grand
Sunk to one wave that may submerge
A baby-house of sand;

And not once look, or look by chance,
With old dreams quite supprest,
Across that mystic wild sea-world
Of infinite unrest.

O ever solitary sea,
Of which we all have found
Somewhat to dream or say,--the type
Of things without a bound--

Love, long as life, and strong as death;
Faith, humble as sublime;
Eternity, whose large depths hold
The wrecks of this small Time;--

Unchanging, everlasting sea!
To spirits soothed and calm
Thy restless moan of other years
Becomes an endless psalm.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Be quiet Child! ! !

Be quiet child, be quiet I say
No one listens to you today

Your voice is unheared and
not of importance

Be quiet child I say

Let your Brother speak
Be quiet child
I can not hear his voice

I don't have time to listen to you
Be quiet child I say

My Brother speaks
The very words, I was about to say

But Mother she won't listen
Be quiet child she says

I have now grown with babes of my own
but Mother continues to say

Be quiet Lady Be quiet I say
Your voice is unheared and
not of importance

I will not listen to you today!

poem by Tracey TEE
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Something More

Augustine just woke up with a broken heart
All this time, he's never been awake before
At 31, his whole world is a question mark
All this time, he's never been awake before
Watching dreams that he once had
Feed the flame inside his head
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Augustine, all his fears keep falling out
All this time, he's never been awake before
Finding out his old dreams aren't panning out
All this time, he's never been awake before
And he's mad to be alive
And he's dying to be met
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Hey, I gave it all away
Nothing I was holding back remains
Hey, I gave it all away
Looking for the grace of God again
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you...

song performed by by Switchfoot
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Stronger Than Cancer, Bob

I felt different, a little tired
worn out, ill here and there
visit the Doctor, did some test
took some picture, waited for the results
A spot in me started small, got bigger
Time will tell, not a good sign
here came the shock
the bad word no one wants
but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
no one will beat me down
I will grow old, see my boys grow
see them wed, see their kids
I will not give, , no matter when
Stronger Than Cancer
hope will rally, cures to be found
Meds to take, no fakes
I will survive, fight for life
pain will never go, mind so strong
prayers needed, prayers answered
the fight never ends, I will not bend
till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
for the love of me.I will survive
Strong Than Cancer, Bob

poem by Michael Peterson
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Its Gonna Be Me

Hey jack youd better shake it up
Put it out of my head
Thinking of all just another young girl last night
Oh brother I loved a women
And that morning bed been on that trip so many times
Good God was it really yestrday?
I tried so many many many many many, many ways
Ive lied and taken often to the day
Leaving another girl to, weap over the breakfast tray
Loved her before I knew her name
Hit me jack cause Im gonna love her way
Come back my baby
Be holy again
And give her
Oh maybe maybe
Gotta give her
Oh baby baby
That kind of love can only destroy
I gave her
Oh maybe maybe
? doubt if Im gonna be her baby
Gonna be me
It was no rain to check me
When all those ? little things walked on by
Oh but I couldnt feel it ? worth
And when that angel was stuck in my mind
Oo oo oo oo
Looking for love wont hold me back
Im gonna love her way
Come back my baby
Be holy, again
I gave her
Got to give her
Oh baby baby
That kind of love can only destroy
I gave her
Oh maybe maybe
Gotta get it now, if Im gonna be her baby
Gonna be, yeah
Lets play, not play this record
Waitin for the telephone to ring
Wiped-out and bitter, with a bag clutched in her hand
All the cars sound like theyre
Pulling in the drive
Umm, no, no, no, no, no, uhh
I see her now
A little tear running down her check
Laugh! let down
People looking for me
I want to race down her street and knock hard, hard, hard on the door til
Until she breaks down into my arms like a tracy tie, and I feel the pain
Ill be so strong again and again
Come back my brain, yeah
Im holy again Ill take ya, oh, babe, baby, baby
Were gonna have, oh, baby, baby, my kind of love can only bring you joy
Im gonna, oh, baby yeah, got far
Give you, baby, baby cause its gonna be me
Umm, hmm, hmm

song performed by by David Bowie
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Quiet Man

Quiet man of the Moors
Against the bricks of revocation
Invasion
When the mind is disturbed
When quiet is torn
Burning man of the soul
We die slowly when sold

Color is grand life
Shut your door
Keep the world out
Open your window
Let the garden in
Regain the deep serene joy
Quiet man of the heart

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Quiet Please, There's A Lady On Stage

(carole bayer-sager & peter allen)
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
She may not be the latest rage
But she's singing and she means it
And she deserves a little silence
Quiet please, there's a woman up there
And she's been honest through her songs
Long before your consciousness was raised
Doesn't that deserve a little praise
So put your hands together and help her along
All that's left of the singer's
All that's left of the song
Stand for the ovation
And give her one last celebration
Quiet please, there's a person up there
And she's been singing of the things
That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves
Give her your respect if nothing else
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
Conductor, turn the final page
And when it's over we can all go home
But she lives on -- on the stage alone.

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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God, You Punish Me With A Quiet And Love

god, you punish me with a quiet and love
many years i walked into your jungle
what a thorn piercing the foot
i always say love always
although the soil, earth, quiet trees always
you punish me with a quiet and love
there is a silence that hunting
do you love me?
this sort of question a child
that being withdrawn
but why do you punish me with love?
i was not able to recognize the crowd unless
otherwise a quiet way
hummed roar of water but you can not dam
from the hum of small water
high into the mountain
being a rustling in the valley
and the roar unstoppable
are there any you love me?
god, you punish me with a quiet and love
far on the hill there
you made me recognize a foreign path
make a return home, how ya?
but if i die; i die in love
and i want you to hug me
dharma on the leaves rustling in the woods
tears at all the creations
so what does it mean?
you punish me with a quiet and love.

(Padma, Ciumbeulit,2012)

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Back In The Uk

Welcome posse!!!
Were kickin up!
Once again, we have the plan,
Driving you wild, as good as we can!
Dont stop us now, were gonna make you move,
Raving outside to the passionate groove...
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p... scooter! back in the uk!
Yesss!!!
Come on!!!
Somewhere in england, banging the bass!
Join our trip, to this weird place!
Back to nature, where we can be...faster and harder, louder and free!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p...scooter! back in the uk!
Bass!!!
We started in 1994!
In 1996, were still on the case!
Hold tight crew!!!
Together...no one can stop us now!!!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The birds, the trees, the clouds, the sea ...the rick, the ferris, and mc h.p!!

song performed by by Scooter
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Little Paul

Halloween Costume party at Famous Daves,
everyone in costume gets up on the stage.
That’s where I did meet Little Paul,
he is the smallest of them all.
He is wearing a bat outfit with wings,
he is cute and stands next to me.
Paul and me become the best of friends for awhile,
he went back to Iowa to be with his child.
But during that brief time we were friends,
we did some interesting things.
Paul became a character in my book,
he was Razel’s bat, he had the look.
I filmed him in the tall trees,
He had an evil smile with bright white teeth.
But really Paul was really sweet,
He would always have something for me to eat.
See he was a chef at a restaurant,
He worked all hours, he worked a lot,
so he would have a drink - like a shot.
He would get so toasted, and fall about his place,
I was worried for him, I didn’t want him to hit his face.
Then I told him to take a break one day,
He would rest at my apartment where he would stay.
I would stay at his apartment in Minneapolis city,
While Paul made my apartment look so pretty.
He rearranged my watercolors paintings of Melodie,
gave each one a description that was very funny.
One night he gave me some Indian artwork,
it was from the alley where he did lurk.
I use the frame of painting now for my 3 x 5,
I look at this painting, and know the frame is inside.
Little Paul gave me his grandmother’s precious lamp,
I make sure it’s safe, I can’t give it back.
Thanks Paul for the great memories,
I hope you are doing great and are in peace.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 27,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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