The Great Spirit Echoes
The dreams of the immigrant
the hopes of the native
when the sweat meets the soil
the dollar the hands of the needy
the dance of waves upon Chilean shores
the fires still kindling upon the reservations
the African rivers the Alaskan Storms
the heights of New Zealand the Amazonian basins
the mist above the hills
the lone lotus in the forest
the sacred rituals the sexual release
electricity of the city
through all life
channeling from coast to coast
the long sigh of the buffalo's ghost
the great spirit echoes
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Eden Still Existent
New Zealand
South Island
West Coast
tropical rain forest
sacred images fuse soul
under canopy of life
Eden still existent
living temple of life
flowers in eye heart
breath embrace atmosphere
sight embrace vision horizons
touch ecosystem life non-life
sunlight wind kiss water soil
light water soil nutrients bless
plants into new sprouting life
lakes rivers landscapes
everything is connected life
water; water temperature
plants animals inhale air
light soil water work together
balance life elements least
plants die algae plants
produce oxygen produce fibre
feed herbivores omnivores
energy soil sunlight water
plants produce filter air
produce diverse vegetation
their plant bodies foods
animals herbivores feast eat
plants omnivores feast eat
plants animals both eaten
carnivores eat herbivores
sometimes other carnivores
webs of life interlock creation
decomposers break down dead
planets animals into elements
organic materials waste recycled
back into life nurturing womb soil
energy sunlight kiss soil water
interlocked ecosystems dance
cosmic creation life webs
strands of life sail cosmic winds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Coast To Coast
Last stop for a resolution
End of the line, is it confusion?
So go. Go see whats there for you
Nothing new, nothing new for you to use
I've got no new act to amuse you
I've got no desire to use you, you know
But anything that I could do, would never be good enough for you
If you can't help it then just leave it alone
Leave it alone, yeah, just forget it
It's really easy
I believe I'll forget it too
Still you're keepin' me around
Til I finally drag us both down
Streaming feathers out your hat
Yes I believe that's where it's at
You belong tagging along
And I belong in your zoo
So I wait for confirmation
That you're never gonna use your starting gun
Unless its me it sounds like being here just wasn't that much fun
Anything that I could do
Would never be good enough for you
If you can't help it then just leave it alone
Leave me alone, yeah, just forget it
It's really easy
I'll just forget it too
Coast to coast, coast to coast
I'll do what I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast, coast to coast
I'll do everything I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast, coast to coast
Circuit rider comes every fifth sunday
Oh my lord, I fell asleep one day
Anything that I could do
Is there anything that I could do
That someone doesn't do for you
That someone didn't do for you
That I haven't already done for you
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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The Discovery
I wandered to a crude coast
Like a ghost;
Upon the hills I saw fires -
Funeral pyres
Seemingly - and heard breaking
Waves like distant cannonades that set the land shaking.
And so I never once guessed
A Love-nest,
Bowered and candle-lit, lay
In my way,
Till I found a hid hollow,
Where I burst on her my heart could not but follow.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Sea Of Love
Upon the coast of 'Make Believe'
Near the shores of alibaster sand-
Two lovers swoon-'neath a makeshift moon...
Clasping one anothers needy hands;
Contemplating what may come next...
Aspiring with hopes of togetherness-to be...
They embrace this day-come what may-
Casting their Fate into the sea;
Unfathomable and so very profound...
Their love 'tis alive in the Deep...
Bound together-no matter the weather...
Embracing their love-to keep;
poem by Theodora Onken
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An Immigrant Here!
i am an immigrant here,
i claim no nation,
choose no side...
but this earth is my home,
formed from it's dirt,
it's bottomless oceans...
my friends are trees,
mountains, and rivers...
the long grasses my beard,
the great plains my soul.
i am the birthing of spring,
the death of the snow...
i am an immigrant here,
many colors, all human.
i am the hunted, and the hunter,
i am the pounding of waves
held in the tiniest shell.
i am wind, fire, and darkness...
i am an immigrant here,
i am the plow of the man,
the valley of the woman.
i am the roar of the cities,
the hush of the forests...
i am the water spilling o'er the dam!
i am an immigrant here,
illegal only to those who fear!
the river i crossed,
i will cross again!
my only map the lines
in an old man's hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Home Is The Best
Great rivers have their sources
Lion cannot forget the jungle
Where ever ship sails to
It must be anchored at the coast
Where ever I am
Home is the best
Yes, home is the best
I cannot forget the rain forest,
Sunshine and beautiful hills.
At our productive backyards,
Trees clap their hands
To the rythm of cool western breeze
That soothens nerve than any opium.
My home is my origin
Where my placenta is buried
In the productive womb of the soil
That produces abundance ceaselessly.
Kolanuts in our farmland
Produces yearly round
Our cocoa is the chocolate
That is relished globally
My home is a great place
What would I become
To forget my homeland?
Where brothers are real.
Where neighbours are no srikers.
Where peace greets on the streets,
Fishes swim in rivers flawless
Crabs stroll to salute one another unhindered
My home is beautiful indeed
It is a place of unparalled joy
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Back To The Coast
West coast, try outs
You've got to make it before you die out
New York is the hard way
Time to pack it up and get to L.A.
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
My way is the sky way
Ain't got no time for the highway
I've got to get to the coast, fast as I can
Get to L.A. we'll be the number one band
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (come on)
You've got to get on back (get back)
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
I say back back back back back, back to the coast
Oooo, yeah get back back back back back, back to the coast
Whoa yeah
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (oh, get on back), back to the coast
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Ghost Dance
Long ago a prophet appeared,
A Piute Medicine Chief known as Wovoka.
He spoke to the Lakota people and others,
Of how to banish the white man.
They knew not they faced such great numbers.
This Messiah taught the Ghost Dance,
And promised come next spring,
New soil would smother all white men,
Sweet grass would cover the land,
Wild horses & buffalo would return,
All who danced the Ghost Dance,
Would be taken up into the air,
Suspended while new earth was laid down.
Kicking Bear assured Sitting Bull that,
If their people wore Ghost Dance shirts,
White mans bullets could not strike them so,
They painted their shirts with sacred symbols.
Indian agents grew nervous, moved quickly,
Telegraphing Washington for more troops.
Soldiers surrounded Sitting Bulls camp,
A fight ensued and many were killed.
Ghost Dance was thwarted,
before magic could fulfill...
'The Second Coming” prophecy belonged to the white man,
For they worshiped 'A Most Jealous god”
poem by Ray Lucero
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No Place That Far
I can't imagine any greater fear
Than walking up without you here
And though the sun would still shine on
My whole world would all be gone
But not for long
If I had to run
If I had to crawl
If I had to swim a hundred rivers
Just to climb a thousand walls
Always know that I would find a way
To get to where you are
There's no place that far
It wouldn't matter why we're apart
Lonely months
song performed by by Westlife from Coast To Coast
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Black African
African I'm
screaming for my colour
shining like gold
but diamond
when the sun arrived
God begged me
just for the black colour
to create a sacred night
beautiful but a man
black and shine
explorers called me spirit
thus all i wear
goes with me
ever around the bank
the coast smile
for my beauty
thus amendment of Africa
as smiling coast of Africa
ever evening arrived
my colour to dim
My colour unopposed
that broke the sun
to bring night
Blacks the champions.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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Ode To Myself
Ode to myself
From my African roots
Descendant of the great ogiso
Who conquered Africa to the west coast
Unmovable and strong like the great iroko
Ode to myself
With great pride in handwork
Inherent to my tribesmen, known for our prowess and African dexterity
Dreaded for our venom likened to the black mamba's
Burning tropical sun brings out the smelling sweat of our hard work
Ode to myself
Who have been through the thick and thin of life
Yet never dare to give up, cos I know no fear
The only fear I have is known to me
The fear that I will die succeeding, Like the heroes of my past.
poem by Jesuroboowie Gift Imafidon
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The Lorry
Inside my lorry
I am driving through the night
Inside my lorry
The world does look all right
Five to five I got to drive
And if you ask me where I go
I tell you coast to coast is what I do
Coast to coast, you know
Motors noise
My only choice
I wanna hear it all night long
Orchestra for my voice
For my only song
Hey, gotta drive, see yall night
Coast to coast, thats my life
Coast to coast, all right
Motors noise
My only choice
I wanna hear it all night long
Orchestra for my voice
For my only song
song performed by by Yello
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The Lorry
Inside my lorry
I am driving through the night
Inside my lorry
The world does look all right
Five to five I got to drive
And if you ask me where I go
I tell you coast to coast is what I do
Coast to coast, you know
Motors noise
My only choice
I wanna hear it all night long
Orchestra for my voice
For my only song
Hey, gotta drive, see yall night
Coast to coast, thats my life
Coast to coast, all right
Motors noise
My only choice
I wanna hear it all night long
Orchestra for my voice
For my only song
song performed by by Yello
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Ancient Dust Of My Homeland
Spirit of Mystic Aoteaora, enter into me
Land of Long White Cloud, enter into me
Spirit of My Forebears Ancestors, enter into me
Spirit you called Legendary Fairy Folk, enter into me
Spirit of ice capped southern mountains,
rivers forests glaciers, enter into me
Spirit of this old mystic majestic land,
encapsulating my birthright, enter into me
Dark majestic nights descend
upon wild west coast beaches,
Moonlight lapping serene wave tops
sparkling with ephemeral magic
Spirit of multitudinal diverse natures
Blowing in spray blown sea breezes,
Spirit of ancient dust of my homeland
Spirit of ancient Aotearoa, enter into me
Aotearoa (pronounced [aoˌ teaˈ roa]) is the most widely known and accepted Mā ori name for New Zealand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Melissa
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin fun,
But back home hell always run
To sweet melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsys name
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet melissa... mmm...
Again the mornings come,
Again hes on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)
Will you hide the dead mans ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he wont stay without melissa.
Yes I know that he wont stay without melissa.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The Hills That Surround A City
There are hills that surround a city,
I do not know if everyone loves these hills as I do,
From a child to an adult, I traveled the roads of these hills,
Through all seasons these hills are inviting, to a city dweller,
There are hills that surround a city,
In summer these hills can be dangerous,
Bush fires, the enemy of all,
But a friend at times,
Trees and plants re-shoot after bush fires,
Foe to animals and residents,
Cool nights, bring summer breezes to these hills,
Autumn colours surround the hills,
And bring the city dweller to visit,
Colours line the ever winding roadways,
Magical colours along the roadways,
Breathtaking trees, so tall,
Falling leaves line the winding roadways,
Around the hills that surround a city,
Log fires creating smoke from chimneys, dot the landscapes,
During winter,
Winter rains flushes the creeks and rivers,
Throughout the hills that surround a city,
Frosts, fog create an old world atmosphere,
Don't forget your scarf, beanie's, or gloves,
It is cold in these hills,
Spring, the hills are coming alive,
Magical gardens, on display,
Watch for the colourful birds, that come alive,
There is still a chill in the air,
Grab a bit of sunshine, feel the warmth,
There is another world in these hills,
A historical world, for those who wish to visit,
The Adelaide hills surround the city,
Many abandon the city, for the day,
Or a weekend retreat,
The many winding roads amongst the Adelaide hills,
Will take you many places,
I have traveled these roads all my life,
Now I am finding many new roads to travel,
Around these hills that surround a city.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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Capitalism Battles Freedom
when capitalism battles freedom,
you get what we've become...
profit begats slavery,
the many become enslaved.
founded on freedom?
we took this land from
the Native Americans,
took their way of life,
their rights, their dreams...
in the name of God?
of progress?
we brought over the slaves
from the African shores...
to work, to use, to abuse...
we took their lives, their way of life,
their hopes and dreams...
in the name of free enterprise?
of profit?
we treated our women like possessions,
second class citizens at best.
they were expected to be silent,
to obey, to bear our children,
to cook and wash...
they had to fight for years
to get the right to vote...
even longer for equal wages...
in the name of righteous judgement?
of divine directive?
and now, we the poor,
of all colors and creeds,
are corporate owned.
held under the thumb
of the elite, put down
and trampled on...
our way of life taken,
our hopes for the future dashed...
faceless numbers that stink of poverty!
in the name of wealth and power?
in the name of apathetic profit?
profit at all costs!
capitalism... or something else,
fair, equal, with hope and chance
and dreams...
the way of freedom,
when dignity overcomes profit!
when the human being is worth more
than the dollar and the deal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An old poor guy
No girl loves an old poor guy
No one bothers to ask why
The love he cherished for so many years
No one wants that love no one ever cares
His hopes and dreams are like winter's white clouds
No one is keen to know their whereabouts
The tears he sheds for the girl he needs most
Nobody sees those tears from coast to coast
poem by Asif Andalib
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San Diego
San Diego is just a kiss away
Like a gypsy sitting on the oceans coast
Misty in the morning like a painted lady
She has everything a man could ask for
Just outside the southern border she is waiting there
Dancing in the streets
Smiling
As she wraps herself around you.
The January cold and the holy ghost
Ride along up her California coast past the spirits and towering redwood trees
Where time stands still and the moon sits high for all to see
Beauty so intense she’ll bring a tear to your eye
As you raise your hands and try to touch the sky
Everything around you is clean and wild.
Like a dream catcher hanging in a small saloon
In the back of the bar above the empty bottles and broken jars
You make a wish and pray it makes past this lonely room.
Stars shoot slowly across the high desert skis
As the howls of coyotes sing in the sacrificial night
Their song of survival is a song of life
And rain falls softly on the rocks and into the sand
It’s a song of hope and the freedom to look up
Into the eyes of the holy ghost.
You can feel it on the California coast
So throw your hands into the skis
And dance with the lady of the southern nights
Then take a ride in the January cold with the holy ghost
And pray your wishes make it past this lonely room
Into a dream catcher behind the empty bottles and broken jars
In a road side saloon
It a song of freedom it’s a song hope
On a drive up the California coast
As she wraps herself around you in the January cold.
Godfather.
poem by Jeff Nesvig
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