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Slowly the Black Earth Gains

Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
Guiding thy oxen.

Lift the great ploughshare, clear the stones and brambles,
Plant it the deeper, with thy foot upon it,
Uprooting all the flowering weeds that bring not
Food to thy children.

Patience is good for man and beast, and labour
Hardens to sorrow and the frost of winter.
Turn then again, in the brave hope of harvest,
Singing to heaven.

poem by George Santayana
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Turn Turn Turn

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracings
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, i swear it's not too late

song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What the People Said

By the well, where the bullocks go
Silent and blind and slow --
By the field where the young corn dies
In the face of the sultry skies,
They have heard, as the dull Earth hears
The voice of the wind of an hour,
The sound of the Great Queen's voice:
"My God hath given me years,
Hath granted dominion and power:
And I bid you, O Land, rejoice."

And the ploughman settles the share
More deep in the grudging clod;
For he saith: "The wheat is my care,
And the rest is the will of God.
He sent the Mahratta spear
As He sendeth the rain,
And the Mlech, in the fated year,
Broke the spear in twain.
And was broken in turn. Who knows
How our Lords make strife?
It is good that the young wheat grows,
For the bread is Life."

Then, far and near, as the twilight drew,
Hissed up to the scornful dark
Great serpents, blazing, of red and blue,
That rose and faded, and rose anew.
That the Land might wonder and mark
"To-day is a day of days," they said,
"Make merry, O People, all!"
And the Ploughman listened and bowed his head:
"To-day and to-morrow God's will," he said,
As he trimmed the lamps on the wall.

"He sendeth us years that are good,
As He sendeth the dearth,
He giveth to each man his food,
Or Her food to the Earth.
Our Kings and our Queens are afar --
On their peoples be peace --
God bringeth the rain to the Bar,
That our cattle increase."

And the Ploughman settled the share
More deep in the sun-dried clod:
"Mogul Mahratta, and Mlech from the North,
And White Queen over the Seas --
God raiseth them up and driveth them forth
As the dust of the ploughshare flies in the breeze;
But the wheat and the cattle are all my care,
And the rest is the will of God."

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Bring Her Down

I Went out walking to Crippletown
My crutch hit the floor with a boney sound
All the girls, they go beep, beep, beep
How can I love you when you're so cheap, yeah
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
Don't be long, don't be long, don't be long
Chorus
Bring her down, bring her down, bring her down
See the wonders around you baby
Bring her down, bring her down, bring her down
See the wonders around you baby
Now everybody gather in the square
To twist their fingers in my hair, yeah
They hang around like a serpentine
And try to speak like Frankenstein, yeah
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
Don't be long, don't be long, don't be long
Chorus
The children come all dressed in black
One foot forward the other back, yeah
They splash around in a muddy hole
While everybody cryin' they got no soul, yeah
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
Don't be long, don't be long, don't be long
Chorus

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Daisy

The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
the rainbeaten furrow
is clotted with sorrel
and crabgrass, the
branch is black under
the heavy mass of the leaves--
The sun is upon a
slender green stem
ribbed lengthwise.
He lies on his back--
it is a woman also--
he regards his former
majesty and
round the yellow center,
split and creviced and done into
minute flowerheads, he sends out
his twenty rays-- a little
and the wind is among them
to grow cool there!

One turns the thing over
in his hand and looks
at it from the rear: brownedged,
green and pointed scales
armor his yellow.

But turn and turn,
the crisp petals remain
brief, translucent, greenfastened,
barely touching at the edges:
blades of limpid seashell.

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Blue February Promised

January's promise
was disguised
in a February blue
while the sun was
shinning thru

In the cold
while the flowers
were blooming
bright blue

Clear skies and
coming snow
Y'a know, I only
wish the best,
you know

From the yellow butter
and almost white
jonquil's bloom
To the other
and empty
gloom

I turn only out of effort
turn into the cold and blue
turn slowly to you
slowly raising my hand to you
would you too

poem by Midnights Voice
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The Children

Be not afraid at all, be not afraid to know
And ride the wings of change, to a better time
Come take the hand of hope, and learn the ways of man
For youre the path that leads to the other side
The skin upon our faces has melt the ice of ages
Now our destiny is yours
Chorus:
Children lift up your eyes to the heavens
Send your vision out beyond
Children take up the torch and we will follow
Youre the light of the world
Hear echoes in the dark from voices of the heart
You teach the song of life we take for granted
Weve given you the key, so youll unlock the door
Were looking through your eyes to another day
You bring a change of season, something to believe in
Now our destiny is yours
Children lift up your eyes to the heavens
Send your vision out beyond
Children take up the torch and we will follow
Bring some light into this world
Be not afraid at all, be not afraid to show
Your voices will be heard, wish I learned
We shelter from the storm, we cant make it on our own
So lift our spirit to the other side
Children lead us away from the sorrow
Youre the arrows from the bow
Another kingdom awaits your arrival
Giving freedom to the soul
Let the children follow, let the children see
All the children walk to the other side
Let the children follow, let the children see
All the children walk to the other side
Let the children follow, let the children see
All the children walk to the other side
Let the children follow, let the children see
All the children walk to the other side
Let the children follow, let the children see

song performed by by Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracings
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn

song performed by by Wilson Phillips
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Turn Turn Turn

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracings
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn

song performed by by Wilson Phillips
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Deeper Understanding

As the people here grow colder
I turn to my computer
And spend my evenings with it
Like a friend.
I was loading a new programme
I had ordered from a magazine:
Are you lonely, are you lost?
This voice console is a must.
I press execute.
Hello, I know that youve been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that youre unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Well Ive never felt such pleasure.
Nothing else seemed to matter.
I neglected my bodily needs.
I did not eat, I did not sleep,
The intensity increasing,
til my family found me and intervened.
But I was lonely, I was lost,
Without my little black box.
I pick up the phone and go, execute.
Hello, I know that youve been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that youre unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
I turn to my computer like a friend.
I need deeper understanding.
Give me deeper understanding.

song performed by by Kate Bush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Jośe Marίa Palacio

Palacio, good friend,
is spring there
showing itself on branches of black poplars
by the roads and river? On the steeps
of the high Duero, spring is late,
but so soft and lovely when it comes!
Are there a few new leaves
on the old elms?
The acacias must still be bare,
and the mountain peaks snow-filled.
Oh the massed pinks and whites
of Moncayo, massed up there,
beauty, in the sky of Aragon!
Are there brambles flowering,
among the grey stones,
and white daisies,
in the thin grass?

On the belltowers
the storks will be landing now.
The wheat must be green
and the brown mules working sown furrows,
the people seeding late crops,
in April rain. There’ll be bees,
drunk on rosemary and thyme.
Are the plum trees in flower? Violets still?
There must be hunters about, stealthy,
their decoys under long capes.
Palacio, good friend,
are there nightingales by the river?
When the first lilies,
and the first roses, open,
on a blue evening, climb to Espino,
high Espino, where she is in the earth.

poem by Antonio Machado
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Snow

Down out of heaven,
Frost-kissed
And wind driven,
Flake upon flake,
Over forest and lake,
Cometh the snow.

Folding the forest,
Folding the farms,
In a mantle of white;
And the river’s great arms,
Kissed by the chill night
From clamor to rest,
Lie all white and shrouded
Upon the world’s breast.

Falling so slowly
Down from above,
So white, hushed, and holy,
Folding the city
Like the great pity
Of God in His love; 20
Sent down out of heaven
On its sorrow and crime,
Blotting them, folding them
Under its rime.

Fluttering, rustling,
Soft as a breath,
The whisper of leaves,
The low pinions of death,
Or the voice of the dawning,
When day has its birth,
Is the music of silence
It makes to the earth.

Thus down out of heaven,
Frost-kissed
And wind driven,
Flake upon flake,
Over forest and lake,
Cometh the snow.

poem by William Wilfred Campbell
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The Garden

CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying,
Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow,
Yet shone your smile there, with your soft breath sighing:
'Have patience, for some day the flowers will grow.'

Some weeds you killed, you made a plot and tilled it;
'My plot,' you said, 'rich harvest yet shall give,'
With sun-warmed seeds of hope your dear hands filled it,
With rain-soft tears of pity bade them live.

So, weak among the weeds that had withstood you,
One little pure white flower grew by-and-by;
You could not pluck my flower--alas! how should you?
You sowed the seed, but let the blossom die.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Yellow School Bus

The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels always brought a smile to little kids face.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was filled with love and filled with grace.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels kept breathing until that final breath.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was painted red with blood and death.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels and the little sick children were all of friends.
But the now dead children will never take a ride in the yellow school bus again.

poem by RaShawn Ince
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The Sign-Post

The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hill-top by the finger-post;
The smoke of the traveller's-joy is puffed
Over hawthorn berry and hazel tuft.
I read the sign. Which way shall I go?
A voice says: "You would not have doubted so
At twenty." Another voice gentle with scorn
Says: "At twenty you wished you had never been born."
One hazel lost a leaf of gold
From a tuft at the tip, when the first voice told
The other he wished to know what 'twould be
To be sixty by this same post. "You shall see,"
He laughed -and I had to join his laughter -
"You shall see; but either before or after,
Whatever happens, it must befall.
A mouthful of earth to remedy all
Regrets and wishes shall be freely given;
And if there be a flaw in that heaven
'Twill be freedom to wish, and your wish may be
To be here or anywhere talking to me,
No matter what the weather, on earth,
At any age between death and birth, -
To see what day or night can be,
The sun and the frost, tha land and the sea,
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring, -
With a poor man of any sort, down to a king,
Standing upright out in the air
Wondering where he shall journey, O where?"

poem by Edward Thomas
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Interstate

Bonus track only on lp (and b-side of a single)
Children are laughing in the sun
I count the voices one by one
But Im not there to share the fun
Im out on the interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling
Calling me to bring my guitar home.
Im happy singing in a crowd
The lights are bright, the musics loud
I like to look in every face
But out on the interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling
Calling me to bring my guitar home.
Out in the dusty desert wind
The fox goes looking for a friend
She sees a light around the bend
Im out on the interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling
Calling me to bring my guitar home.

song performed by by Neil Young
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My beautiful flowering trees

My beautiful flowering trees

One day I shall buy some land
Plant countless seeds
And watch them grow
Into beautiful flowering trees

A cool breeze
Will bring me
Sweet fragrances
From a thousand flowering trees

I shall listen
To the songs
From birds perched
In the tall flowering trees

I shall play
With my children and theirs
In the vast expanse of green
Amongst beautiful flowering trees

One day I shall rest
Passing into oblivion
My ashes scattered
Amidst the beautiful flowering trees

by Ash (Rishi's Dad)

poem by Rishi Menon
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The Voice Of Enigma

(curly m.c.)
.
Good evening
This is the voice of enigma
.
In the next hour
We will take you with us
Into another world,
Into the world of music,
Spirit and meditation
.
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath
And relax
.
Start to move slowly,
Very slowly
Let the rhythm be your
Guiding light

song performed by by Enigma
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Another Heaven

He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned to a life of crime
Things werent all that different then
Theyd kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty, stained to the bone, he said
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had,
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my gran-daddy were
Son you must be brave
All thats left of what he was
Is in this texas grave
He could smell the danger
He knew the end was near
Thru the smoke and whiskey, one thing was clear
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty. stained to the bone
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah!
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!

song performed by by Richard Marx
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Go Green

There is so much pollution, garbage, and so much electric use
We need to stop or something bad going happen to planet and us so we all need too
Go green
So let's recycle, reduce and reuse
If we just turn of light when not use,
Turn off water when you brushing your teeth,
Take a shorter shower, and list go on
It can makes a difference
We need to pass this on too other people
So tell your friends, family and other people to help save the earth
Go green
If we just do it
We feel proud, right and great, and for helping saving the earth
If we just ride with less gas for our car by carpooling with friends
Use reuseable bottles, and
Stop throwing away waste food
It can makes big difference
So come on and let's help the earth
If we all come together
It becomes bigger voice
Our planet is suffer so much
Lets help out
Do something nice for once
Pick up garbage, plant trees, use less electric, or
Put waste food in the compose that you can
We can think smart way of going green
We can protect the planet
You can get inspire like I did to
Go green

poem by Christina Phan
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It was a winter bringing despair

It was a winter bringing despair
when the black frost kills wherever it falls
with a killing coldness in the air
and even the doves stop their intimate calls,

where water in streams freeze into ice,
the grass of the veldt rather turn brown than yellow
and old men live out their last fantasies of vice
before the winds of death starts to blow

A time when people put their children early to bed,
where even the chimney fire doesn’t bring heat
while few words among people are said
and coldness creeps up through icy feet.

Yet it was a time of love and making love
while couples did fit into each other like a well made glove.

poem by Gert Strydom
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