I Cannot Save You from Yourself
I cannot save you from yourself,
from your father who died,
from your mother
who likes to quarrel with you
from every man that has broken your heart
but I can be there for you
when you need me,
try and bring tranquillity
after we visited your mother
listen and try to understand
about the things that worry you
and hugging and kissing
I do fairly well
and she looked at me
quite carefully
as if I had spoken pure truths.
(In answer to Sally-Ann Murray/Reference: Analysis by Sally-Ann Murray.)
poem by Gert Strydom
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What Hope For Man When His Time Is Spend
(in answer to Sally-Ann Murray)
What hope for man when his time is spend,
when life nears its end?
Life has rushed by
and now the journey is almost done,
but the big waves still rush,
as the race of life is still on
and although not yet near to despair,
but in disrepair but not beyond loving care,
shattered the boat rides the streaming sea
heaving up and down, still sailing right into the storm
with the tiller man peering
at a cloud filled sky, praying that his course is true
with no time to contemplate,
but only to react to face the sea,
to try and weather the storm
until the storm breaks and spent he reaches endless tranquillity.
[Reference: pearless: A Sonnet Penned by One of His Spurned Sisters by Sally-Ann Murray.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sally G
Sowhere to the south of new york city
Lies the friendly state of tennessee,
Down in nashville toen I met a pretty
Who made a pretty big fool out of me.
And they call her sally,
Sally g, why dyou wanna do the things you do to me?
Youre my sally, sally g
Took the part that was the heart of me, sally g.
The night life took me down to printers alley,
Where sally sang a song behind a bar.
I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mime,
I used to love to hear her sweet guitar.
And they call her sally,
Sally g, why dyou wanna do the things you do to me?
Youre my sally, sally g
Took the part that was the heart of me, sally g.
Me and sally took up,
Things began to look up,
Me and her were going strong.
Then she started lyin,
I could see our love was dyin.
I heard a voice say,
Move along, move along.
Well now. Im on my own again,
I wonder if she ever really understood.
I never thought to ask her what the letter g stood for,
But I know for sure it wasnt good.
And they call her sally,
Sally g, why dyou wanna do the things you do to me?
Youre my sally, sally g
Took the part that was the heart of me, sally g.
Sally g.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Poor Bugger Doesn’t Even Know What He Is Into
(in answer to Sally-Ann Murray)
How many times does a woman
set a task, wants a simple or more difficult thing
to be done by a man,
expects something like a embrace, a kiss
to proof that he is in love with her?
But when he does she rationalizes
that he is only great at that thing
and thinks about something else
for him to venture in, to proof his love
and the poor bugger doesn’t even know
what he is into
and how does a man understand
a woman really well
when she doesn’t even know herself?
Let me draw a picture to explain:
it’s a cloudy day and Penny wants to swim
and invites Johnny to join her
at the pool
and Johnny doesn’t really feel up to it,
looks with a worried eye
at the clouds drawing nearer,
at lightning bolts bashing down in the distance
but to make Penny happy Johnny gets undressed,
dresses in swimming trunks, ventures in,
dives from the springboard
in a perfect somersault
and then things are pretty great
between the two of them
but even before they get out of the pool
where rain, hail and thunder
greets them
Penny is convinced that Johnny
has only proofed that he can dive and swim.
[Reference: Surfacing by Sally-Ann Murray]
poem by Gert Strydom
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To Mr. Murray (For Oxford And For Waldegrave)
For Oxford and for Waldegrave
You give much more than me you gave;
Which is not fairly to behave,
My Murray.
Because if a live dog, 'tis said,
Be worth a lion fairly sped,
A live lord must be worth two dead,
My Murray.
And if, as the opinion goes,
Verse hath a better sale than prose--
Certes, I should have more than those,
My Murray.
But now this sheet is nearly cramm'd,
So, if you will, I shan't be shamm'd,
And if you won't, you may be damn'd,
My Murray.
Foggy Notion
(sterling morrison, doug yule, maureen tucker & hy weiss)
Shes over by the corner
Got her hands by her sides
They hit her harder harder harder
Till they thought she might die
Well I got a foggy notion, do it again
Over by the corner, do it again
I got my calomine lotion baby, do it again
I got a foggy notion, do it again
She made me do something that I never did before
I rushed right down to a flower store
I bought her a boundle a beautiful batch
Dontt you know something, she sent em right back
Sally mae, sally mae, sally mae, sally mae
Sally mae, sally mae, sally mae, sally mae
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Sally Cant Dance
Sally dances on the floor
She says that she cant do it anymore
She walks down st. marks place
And eats natural food at my place
Now sally cant dance no more
She cant get off of the floor
Sally cant dance no more
They found her in the trunk of a ford
Ooohhh, she cant dance no more
Sally is loosing her face
She lives on st. marks place
In a rent-controlled apartment, eighty dollars a month
She has lots of fun, she has lots of fun, but
Sally cant dance no more, ooohhh
Sally cant dance no more
She took too much meth and cant get off the floor
Now sally, she cant dance no more
She was the first girl in the neighborhood
To wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should
She was the first girl that I ever seen
That had flowers painted on her jeans
She was the first girl in her neighborhood
Who got raped on tompkins square, real good
Now she wears a sword, like napoleon
And she kills the boys and acts like a son
Sally cant dance no more, ooohhh, now
Sally cant dance no more
She cant get herself off the floor, ah, huh
Sally, ooohhh, she cant dance no more
Watch this, now
Sally became a big model
She moved up to eighties and park
She had a studio apartment
And thats where she used to ball, folk singers
And thats where she used to ball, folk singers, but
Sally, she cant dance no more
Sally, she cant dance no more
Sally cant get herself off of the floor
Now, sally, she cant dance no more
(sally cant dance)
(sally cant dance)
She knew all the really right people
She went to le jardin
She danced with picassos illegitimate mistress
And wore kenneth lane jewels, really its trash, but
Sally cant dance no more, ooohhh
Sally cant dance no more
She cant get herself off of the floor
Now, sally, ooohhh, she cant dance no more, no more
Dance, no more cant ...
(sally cant dance, sally cant dance)
(sally cant dance, sally cant dance)
(sally cant dance, sally cant dance)
(sally cant dance, sally cant dance)
... repeat and fade out
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sally
Sally, sally, pride of our alley,
Youre more than the whole world to me.
Sally, sally, dont ever wander
Away from the alley and me.
(spoken)
ladies and gentlemen, reginald dixon and the blackpool tower orchestra.
Come on reg! lovely! lovely! lovely!
I love the way this boy plays, I love it!
Marvellous, marvellous, I love it, I love it!
Oh now when youre away there are grey skies,
And when Im away there are even more grey skies
Than the grey skies I talked about before.
Sally, sally, dont ever wander
Away from the alley and me. oh.
(spoken)
thank you, thank you, thank you so much.
Thank you, thank you so much.
For coming here to batley tonight.
So lovely!
Thank you so much!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Uncle Arthur
Strikes the bell for 5 oclock, uncle arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
Climbs across his bike and hes away
Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street
Back to mother, its another empty day
Uncle arthur likes his mommy
Uncle arthur still reads comics
Uncle arthur follows batman
Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from mum
On his 32nd birthday, told her that hed found a chum
Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed
Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion
Sally was the real thing, not just lust
Uncle arthur vanished quickly
Uncle arthur and his new bride
Uncle arthur follows sally
Round and round goes arthurs head, hasnt eaten well for days
Little sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze
Uncle arthur packed his bags and fled
Back to mother, alls forgiven, serving in the family shop
He gets his pocket money, hes well fed
Uncle arthur past the gasworks
Uncle arthur past the river
Uncle arthur down the high street
Uncle arthur follows mother
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Little Big Man
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am
as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slate
and your books."
I shall tell him, " Do you not know I am as big as father? And
I must not have lessons any more."
My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he
likes, for he is grown up."
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is
thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get
lost, my boy; let me carry you."
I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father?
I must go to the fair alone."
Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is
grown up."
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my
nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?"
I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as
father, and I must give silver to my nurse."
Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he
likes, for he is grown up."
In the holiday time in October father will come home and,
thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town
little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, "Father, give them to my data, for I am as big
as you are."
Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he
likes, for he is grown up."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Ride Sally Ride
Sit yourself down
Bang out a tune on that grand piano
Sit yourself down
Lay languidly down upon that sofa
Ooohhh, isnt it nice
When your heart is made out of ice
Ride, sally, ride
Its not your time or way of confusion
Ride, sally, ride
cause if you dont, youll get a contusion
Ooohhh, isnt it nice
When your heart is made out of ice
Sit yourself down
Take of your pants, dont you know this is a party
Sit yourself down
Why do you think we brought all these people, miss brandy
Ooohhh, isnt it nice
When you find your hearts made out of ice
Ride, sally, ride
Its not your time, its just your confusion
Ride, sally, ride
Its not your time, youll get a contusion
Ooohhh, isnt it nice
When you find your heart is made out of ice
(ride, sally ride)
(ride, ride, ride, ride, sally ride) ride, sally, ride
(ride, ride, ride, ride, sally ride) hey, ride, sally, ride
(ride, ride, ride, ride, sally ride) ride, sally, ride
(ride, ride, ride, ride, sally ride, oh-oh-oh, oh)
(ride, ride, ride, ride, sally ride, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sally
Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't stop the pain
She's painting skies of blue
While i'm standing in the rain
I love her still i always will
Sally, she sings the sweetest songs
But the melody is a lie
She's had a change of heart
I can see it in her eyes
I love her so i can't let go
Save every moment save every hour
Gone are the golden days we knew
Someone is lonely in love with the other
And i'm still in love with you
She was a flower child
When whe came into my life
And now the decades gone
And nothings turned out right
The feelings gone but life goes on
Someone is lonely
In love with the other
And i'm still in love with you
Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't ever do
You're throwing stones at me
That i can't throw back at you
I love you still
I always will
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Sneakin Sally Through The Alley
(alan toussaint)
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
Trying to keep her out of sight
Sneakin sally through the alley
When up pops the wife
I said, ah I cant find nothing wrong with being friends cos sometimes
She lets me use the car
She said if you cant find nothing wrong with your mind
Youd better find something wrong with her, her
So I began to explain ah that it wasnt just ah what she thought
Id better find something to do with my time
The fact is Ive just been caught
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
Trying to get away clean
Sneakin sally through the alley
When up pops the queen
Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk, catching myself in lies
Catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me as if I was, ah, crazy
And didnt even bat an eye
So I began to try to explain, ah that it just wasnt what she thought
Id better find something to do with my time
The fact is ah just been caught, just been caught,
Sneakin, sneakin, sneakin,
Trying to talk doubletalk, get myself in trouble talk
Catching myself in lies, catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me as if I was crazy
She didnt even bat an eye
Sneakin sally through the alley with sally
Sneakin sally through the alley with sally
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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To Mr. Murray (Strahan, Tonson Lintot Of The Times)
Strahan, Tonson Lintot of the times,
Patron and publisher of rhymes,
For thee the bard up Pindus climbs,
My Murray.
To thee, with hope and terror dumb,
The unedged MS. authors come;
Thou printest all - and sellest some--
My Murray.
Upon thy table's baize so green
The last new Quarterly is seen,--
But where is thy new Magazine,
My Murray?
Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine
The works thou deemest most divine-
The 'Art of Cookery,' and mine,
My Murray.
Tours, Travels, Essays, too, I wist,
And Sermons, to thy mill bring grist;
And then thou hast the 'Navy List,'
My Murray.
And Heaven forbid I should conclude
Without 'the Board of Longitude,'
Although this narrow paper would,
My Murray.
Venice, March 25, 1818.
I'll Be Home, Mother
“Mother, mother,
Mother”, I cried
There was no answer
My mother had died
Then “Father, father,
where are you? ”
Again no answer,
For he died too,
Great Reaper, Great Reaper,
When will you come?
There is no answer.
When there is
I’ll be home
poem by Fred Babbin
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Sally
Oh little sally, you know I love you baby.
Sally, I said I love you baby.
Sally ... its alright, its alright.
Remember girl when we both was younger.
It was the days we had so much fun girl.
Rememberin all of our childhood days, yeah.
We had our fun in so many ways.
You know I would have loved you anyway.
It aint just something I just had to say.
Dont let them tell you that youre not my kind.
Sally, sally, sally tell them youre mine, mine, mine.
Sally ... yeah,
Oh little sally, I said I love you baby.
Sally, I said I love you baby.
Sally ... its alright.
You know I would have loved you anyway.
It aint just something I just had to say.
Dont let them tell you that youre not my kind.
Sally, sally, sally tell them youre mine, mine, mine.
Oh little sally, you know I love you baby.
Sally, I love you baby.
Sally ... its alright, its alright.
Its alright.
Oh little sally, you know I love you baby.
Sally ...
Sally ... its alright, its alright.
Its alright.
Its alright.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The Bonny Earl of Murray
Ye highlands, and ye lawlands,
Oh! whair hae ye been?
They hae slaine the earl of Murray,
And hae layd him on the green.
Now wae be to thee, Huntley!
And whairfore did you sae!
I bade you bring him wi' you,
But forbade you him to slay.
He was a braw gallant,
And he rid at the ring;
And the bonny earl of Murray,
Oh! he might hae been a king.
He was a braw gallant,
And he playd at the ba';
And the bonny earl of Murray
Was the flower among them a'.
He was a braw gallant,
And he playd at the gluve;
And the bonny earl of Murray,
Oh! he was the queenes luve.
Oh! lang will his lady
Luke owre the castle downe,
Ere she see the earl of Murray
Cum sounding throw the towne.
poem by Thomas Percy
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How Do Prepare For The Coming Famine?
i like the way my father and mother
once lived.
they died with all serenity, and there
was this banquet we tendered, before
each passed away, as though
there is nothing to worry
they danced their days, their entrance
of course was silent, and their exits
a little serene, and then we talk as
though we understand how to live
just like them
there were droughts but father knew
how to store water in the house and
each of us had its own fill of our thirts
there were past hungers but mother
has her own skill of using the knife
in cutting each share each piece to
be nibbled by our mouths
and now, we are left here my brothers
and sisters, warned about an incoming famine
let us remember how it was with father and mother
and grandfather's father:
when life was so simple then
when there was hunger and yet none died of hunger
when there was drought and yet each of us has a glassful of water
when there was crisis, yet each had symbiosis
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sally Comes Around
(jennifer blake)
Producer for bonnie: jennifer blake
She was alone, alone again
Living in her broken world
She found out love was just a game
For a young and foolish
It doesnt matter? I heard her say
Love is no friend of mine
And its so hard to forget her past
So cruel and so unkind
She needs to be needed
Loves hard to find
*oh when sally comes around
Oh dont let her down
When sally comes around downtown
She wears a wounded heart
Like a fallen crown
Shes tough with a heart of gold
Oh when sally comes around
Theres a burning flame
Deep in her heart I know
Shes searching in the dark
Through the falling rain
Shes tough with a heart of gold
A lonely girl is home again
And everyone knows your name
It feels so good to have you around
Things have never been the same
So hang on in, dont you cry
Sally, youre among your friends
Aint no way to hide your joy
And no way to hide your pain
No need to be needed
Again and again
*repeat
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A Mother's Heart.
Mother's heart is always so PURE,
That always makes you CURE.
Mother's heart always WORRIES,
When she hears kids QUERIES.
Mother's heart is always with COMFORT,
When kids are in TROUBLE.
Mother's heart is always STRONG,
When we try to mend our WRONGS.
Mother's heart is always at TASK,
When we always ASK.
Mother's heart is always at CALL,
When we always FALL.
Mother's heart is always RIGHT,
When we take things LIGHT.
And if I had a choice of Mother's -
You would be the on I'd select.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Sally Cinnamon
Until sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
You taste of cherryade
There is something here you must show me
From what you are made
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Your eyes are gazing back from
Every little piece of glass
You seem to smile from every place
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Then I put the letter back in
The place where it was found
Its a pocket in a jacket
On a train in town
Sent to her from heaven
Sally cinnamon
Your her world
song performed by by Stone Roses
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