Med en Krave [Du faaer til Julegave? ]
Du faaer til Julegave?
Dig Verset det vil stave,
Hold Dig nu smukt i Lave! — -
En Krave!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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You Got It
Yeah
You don't wanna wake up
In the morning
You don't wanna be singin
That same old song
So you gotta stand up
You have to time in right
Things get easier when you
Spread your wings and
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
So you wanna be a star
Like in the movies
Everybody got dreams to satisfy
But you gotta be smart
And take your most free time
Never under estemate
Oh no
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
Everybody get a good vibration
It won't hurt if you try
Cause the ticket to your destination
Comes from deep inside
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You got it
You need it
Believe it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
You want it
You need it
You krave it
Believe it
song performed by by Billy Crawford
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Med en Visker
Du som staaer der og smidsker:
Hvad faaer jeg skal jeg troe?
See her, Du faaer en Visker,
Men Du fortjente to.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Til den lille Marie
Du er vel ikke et Aar endnu,
Men vi er forlovede, jeg og Du,
Du yndige Barn, halvt Engel endnu!
Det bliver jeg snart, men Menneske Du,
Faaer Huus og Familie, Lykkens Kaar;
Siig da, og tag frem her Bogen, Du faaer:
„Vi To var forloved', jeg var knap et Aar."
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Heart On The Staves
You act the part
You play the game
Squat on my airwaves
Columbus nrules the waves on his own
And that's where I come in
Nothin' for nothin'
You squat on our airwaves
Oh so typical
Yeah you're on my airwaves
Your pretensions were apparent oh-oh
You're so creative
Yet you've left you're heart on the stave You left it on the stave
Oh
Heart on the stave oh
Heart on the stave oh
You act the part
Don't play the game
Squat on my airwaves
Columbus nrules the waves on his own
And that's where we come in
Nothin' for nothin'
You ride on our airwaves
Oh so typical
Yeah we're on the airwaves
Oh
Heart on the stave oh
We don't make mistakes oh
Where's your heart
Where's your heart
It's stuck on the stave
We all make mistakes
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
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Til H. C. Lumbye
Min fyenske Landsmand, som med Toner smukt
Kan give Foden Vinger, Hjertet Flugt,
Du hjalp paa lille „Ole" ved Paraden,
Nu kommer han til Dig, heelt ud af Staden,
Med Tak for sig og for alt Godt og Smukt.
Han nikker venligt og med begge Hænder
Slaaer Paraplyen ud og Drømmen sender,
En Drøm i Melodi for tusind Glade:
En ny Ole Lukøie Galopade.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Fru Grove, født Fenger
Bag Sorø Sø ved Skoven
Bonden gik bag Ploven;
Jeg kom med Ingemann og med hans Frue
I Præstegaardens Stue.
De glade Børnestemmer klang;
En lille Pige mindes jeg især,
Med store, milde Øjne sad hun der,
Jeg troer endnu at høre hendes Sang.
Til Tak for den nu efter mange Aar
Af mig igjen en lille Sang hun faaer;
I den vi Præstegaarden vil besøge
Og gjensee Alle, som vi mødte der;
Saa vandre vi med Sang bag Skovens Bøge
Heelt ned til Sorø Sø, — nu er vi her!
Fuldmaanen skinner, Nattergalen slaaer,
— Det lyder gjennem alle Livsens Aar.
Der spirer Blomster fra det mindste Frø;
Hvad smukt og godt er, det kan aldrig døe.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Brudstykke af en Rundsang
Kurvemageren:
Kurvene gjør just vor Lykke,
Kurve gjort med Vid og Aand.
Kurven er et herligt Stykke,
Naar den er i Pigehaand;
Dog, hvordan det ogsaa gaaer,
Kurven først fra os hun faaer!
Snedkeren:
Høvler, hamrer, muntre Svende!
Og husk paa, hvad tidt er sagt:
Naar det Jordiske har Ende,
Fire Fjæle er vor Pragt;
Men for Kisten, som jeg slaaer,
Selv en Brudeseng jeg faaer.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Rondeau: Cycle
A little warmth begins a wave
which dances on a network stave
of neurons growing intertwined.
Soft oscillations, safe confined,
a nascent mind in new bone cave.
Instinctively a life will crave
a pulse in phase to gently lave
in harmony, and so to find
a little warmth.
Eventually a life must waive
the frame it can no longer save.
The pattern quivers unaligned,
electric ‘I' to heat resigned,
and flowing from the past enclave,
a little warmth.
poem by Diane Hine
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Heart Of The Staves
You act the part
You play the game
Ride on my airwaves
And thats where I come in
Nothin for nothin
You ride on an airwaves
Oh so typical
Yeah yeah youre on my airwaves
Youre so creative
Yet youve left youre heart on the stave
You left it on the stave
Oh
Heart on the stave oh
Heart on the stave oh
You act the part
Dont play the game
Ride on my airwaves
And thats where we come in
Nothin for nothin
You ride on our airwaves
Oh so typical
Yeah were on the airwaves
Oh
Heart on the stave oh
We dont make mistakes oh
Wheres your heart
Wheres your heart
Its up on the stave
We all make mistakes
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Whistle Ow'r The Lave O't
My mither sent me tae the moss
For to gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse
An whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the well
Better her had gaen hersel'.
I fell ower and broke my pail,
An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the sea
For tae gaither mussels three,
A sailor lad fell in wi' me
An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the moss
For tae gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse,
And whistle ow'r the lave o't.
poem by Robert Burns
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Bibelens Job ham kjender Du vel?
Bibelens Job ham kjender Du vel?
Vennernes Ord slog ham ikke ihjel,
Skrabed' tilblods kun som Potteskaar,
Saa der stod Ar til de seneste Aar,
Mærker herom, saa dybe og stærke:
Verset her, — det er ogsaa et Mærke!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med en Pibe
I Ægtestandens søde Fryd
Faaer Piben nok en anden Lyd.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Naar Vaaren rider Sommer i By
Naar Vaaren rider Sommer i By,
Faaer Du en Hat af Silke — eller Bly!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med en Kurv
En Kurv kan man bruge mod Amors Rænker.
Her faaer Du, hvad Du til de Andre skjænker.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med et Huuskors
Et Huuskors faaer Du her; prøv dine Kræfter!
De andre Kors — de komme siden efter!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med et Kobberstykke [Da Roser mangle ved Julens Leg]
Da Roser mangle ved Julens Leg,
Din Stue vi ikke kan smykke;
Men som en Blomst dog for din Væg
Du faaer dette Kobberstykke.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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En ung Maler
Den friske, grønne Eng med sine Damme,
Den knopped' brune Skov, den aabne Sø,
Og Skyerne ved Firmamentets Ramme,
Der i en violetblaa Taage døe,
Dem maler jeg, de blive skal mit Eie.
(Han sætter sig paa en Steen under Træet).
Smukt hæver sig det lille Fiskerleie!
See, Garnet hænger udspændt høit ved Strand!
Her ligger Baaden trukket op paa Land,
Og Græsset under den, for Solen skjult,
Staaer høit og tykt, men med en grønligt Guult.
To Smaa-Børn lege foran Huset hist
Med tørre Pinde og en Bøgeqvist;
De plante dem en Have smukt i Solen,
Mens Bedstemoder her i Lænestolen
Maa tage Plads og lege med de Smaa.
De, som to muntre, Vaarens, Alfer staae
Ved Vintrens Snee, hvor mangt et Minde hviler.
Ømt til de kjære Smaa den Gamle smiler!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Mig Gamle spørger Du Unge
Mig Gamle spørger Du Unge,
Hvad Skjæbne Dig forestaaer.
'Pyt', sagde Peer til Kongen!
Ja det er det Svar, Du faaer.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Ineffables
utter nothing
save this moment's
warming wanton
breath of orphan
no promises
then I shall hold you
to nothing
less this body
moment
brave stave
search sheerest
trembling
presence
present
tense
holy oil toil
we ink sweat
lick slick breathe
let
as you
utter all
this
nothing
being
everyt hing
I keel
head over
tongue tied
fail flail fishing
wondrous
ineffables
your
bewildering
re sh 2011
poem by Randy Resh
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Med en Pidsk
Du faaer en Pidsk, som det sig bør,
Du Lykkens Kjæledægge.
En Pidsk har Du jo faaet før
Her inden fire Vægge.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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