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Phantasus den ungdomsglade,
Kaldte, en Skjærsommernat,
Aanderne til Maskerade,
Og som Kredsen bedst var sat,
Kom just Du til Skovens Hang
Og som Digter dem besang.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Rahbek
Bien drømmer om sin Kube ved hver Blomst bag Skovens Hang;
Honning Du til Danmark samled' paa den grønne Digter-Vang;
Bakkehuset vil forglemmes, men ei hvad dit Hjerte sang.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Fru O'Neill
Lad Dig i Smerten selve Smerten sige,
Den er et Forsyns store Kjærlighed;
Og kaldte han forud den unge Pige
Før Moderen — hvad der er bedst, han veed.
Lad Troen være Dig din Jacobs-Stige;
I hendes Bortgang var det Dig, der led; -
En Engel har Du mere i Guds Rige,
En Stjerne mere lyser til Dig ned.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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A. Oehlenschläger
Aladdins Slot med Sølv og Guld Du satte,
Dit Digter-Slot har dog langt større Skatte:
En Verden med Bedrift, med Fryd og Sorg.
Vi følge Hakon Jarl til Thoras Borg;
I Trondhjems Kirke Axel Valborg mister,
Bag Skovens Hang Coreggios Hjerte brister,
Den lille Hyrdedreng vi følge vil,
I Skoven see vi paa dit Aftenspil.
Vi dele med Amine Fryd og Sorg,
Ved Maan'skin gaae vi til din Røverborg,
Stolt Nordens Guder sees paa Nattens Sky,
Du har til Livet kaldt dem frem paany,
De dele med Dig, hvad Du selv dem gav:
Et evigt Navn, der trodser Død og Grav.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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F. C. Sibbern
Selv uden Mandens Navn og hvert Hentydnings-Stof,
Jeg skulde næsten troe, man seer til hvem jeg sigter.
— Gid hver en Digter var saameget Philosoph,
Som denne Philosoph har viist, at han er Digter.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Panic
Panic on the streets of london
Panic on the streets of birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the grasmere
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of carlisle
Dublin, dundee, humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music they constantly play
On the leeds side-streets that you slip down
Or provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Nu er Du paa Maskerade
Nu er Du paa Maskerade,
Og det paa Højbroplads;
Imorgen paa Østergade,
Saa er Du Lykkens Mads.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Hang On Your IQ
Chinese masseuse,
comes between us talks in haikus,
plastic venus.
Got a headrush,
in her pocket two rubbers two lubes,
and a silver rocket.
Hang on,
hang onto your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Every morning,
my eyes will open wide I gotta get high,
before I go outside.
Roll another,
for breakfast burning clouds around,
and in my solar plexus.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Legs eleven,
makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back,
and now it's 88.
I'm a fool,
whose tool is small it's so miniscule,
it's no tool at all.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on I'm lonely Oh
song performed by by Placebo
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Hang Wire
Theyre going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your heads a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
Ill bossanova with ya
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire?
song performed by by Pixies
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Hang On
Let the tempest and the flood
Shake your soul and spill your blood
Like an old song
Keep hold'n on
Let the people laugh at you
Call you names and say you're through
Never let go
Keep hangin' on
Hang on, hang on
Can you hear me,
I'm gonna say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no, never giving in
Hang on every hopeful word
Even when it seems absurd
Keep holdin' on
If you triumph when you fail
Keep your head when you prevail
Be a hero
Keep hangin' around
Hang on, hang on
Are you listening,
Let me say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no,
Never giving in
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Lundby
Om Haabet, — ja om Haabet drømmer hver,
Og Du besang, hvad vi kun drømme her.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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16.07.2009 Sparkles In The Air (Rev.)
Wise and magical as Nanny Ogg and Granny
Weatherwax are Hanlie and June concocting
magical forms that do sums in proof of what
we’ve done so preparing a production sheet
becomes a breeze
It’s as good as having Hogwart’s Sorting Hat on
my head, the form reads my mind and gives me
answers telling my life, June showed me how
to gain more time for translations, Hanlie gave
me leave to do more research
Forgetting magic requires special treatment
Jane destroyed the form without respect; the
magical form inspired me to new agricultural
heights, safe within the form’s woven web
calculating fun allotted everyone
sparkles in the air, joy in the office – brought
about by our two local witches, June Ogg and
Hanlie Weatherwax; Jane could be Magrat the
confused and I could be Perdita, singing for
Christine in Maskerade…
From: Terry Pratchett “Lords and Ladies” and
“Maskerade” - two clever witches, Granny
Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg, a young witch
Magrat and a younger witch, Perdita, who
likes to sing.
poem by Margaret Alice
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You Better Hang Up
Out here in the country where the weather gets so mean she thinks about the places that she aint never seen she knows that shes married but she cant remember why and she wonders what it might
Like with some other guy
And though shes hotter than an oven just to fill your lovin cup if a man answers, you better hang up
You better hang up you better hang up you better hang up you better hang up
Youre from new york city where they dont say no prayers anything goes and nobody cares and the country girl might thrill ya but you better pass her by cause her ol man love to kill ya for th
K thats in your eye
And though youre hotter than an oven just to fill her lovin cup if a man answers, you better hang up
You better hang up you better hang up you better hang up you better hang up
song performed by by Don Henley
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Busy Signal
By: dolly parton
Busy signal
Thats what I get when I call you
Busy busy
Talking to someone new
I wish I knew
I shouldnt worry cause its probably his mother
Or then again it could even be his little brother
On the line
Making me lose my mind
Hang up hang up hang up hang up
Come on hang up hang up hang up
Gotta talk to my baby
Gotta tell him Im sorry
Busy signal
How can I tell him Im sorry
When I said I didnt care
I didnt mean a word I said
Talking outta my head
Ive got to reach him now and tell him that I love him
And from now on Ill stay right by his side and love him
All the time
So please somebody quit tying up the line
Hang up hang up hang up hang up
Come on hang up hang up hang up
Gotta talk to my baby
Gotta tell him Im sorry
I didnt mean to hurt you baby
I really really love you baby
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Mai
'Du skiønne Mai! af Dig jeg veed,
At Poesie er Kiærlighed.'
*
Hver Maaned har sin Characteer,
Sit Hang og sine Pligter,
Mai er ei mindre eller meer,
End Aarets unge Digter!
Mai aander Kjærligheds Magie,
Og Kiærlighed er Poesie!
Fra oven kommer Kraften ned,
Guds Sol til Spiren gløder,
Livs Friskhed, Duft og Kjærlighed
Hvert Blik, hvert Hjerte møder.
Du synger paa din Blomstersti
Om Kjærlighed, om Poesie!
Du synger os om Helene,
Om Romeo og Werther,
Om Hermann og hans Dorothe',
Og vinder alle Hjerter.
Den hele, blomstrende Natur
Er Kjærlighedens Troubadour.
Med samme Grønt stod Bøgens Hang
Og hvælved sig foroven,
Da Freia mødte første Gang
Sin Odur her i Skoven.
De planted' ved den stille Bæk
Den sydlig friske Rosenhæk.
Saaledes løb den klare Aae,
Og Linet laae paa Blegen,
Da Signe Kongeskibet saae
Fra Stranden, under Egen.
Saa dufted Skov og Blomst og Blad,
Da hun og Hagbarth skiltes ad!
See, lig et Speil staaer Sø og Strand
Om Landets Blomsterbede;
Hvad Bølgen saae i fremmed Land,
Det drømmer den dernede,
Hvor paa den Vei saa dyb og bred
Agnete dog fandt Kjærlighed.
Hør, Bølgen nynner Dig sin Drøm:
'Mod Grønlands Kyst jeg vugged';
Kajakken gled paa striden Strøm,
Hvor mangen Sælhund dukked*.
Der lærete jeg, paa nøgne Bred,
Hvor Hjerter slaae, boer Kjærlighed.'
'Jeg over Verdens-Havet gik,
Blikstille hvilte Søen,
Hvor Trommen lød, som stolt Musik,
For dem paa Palme-Øen;
Den Vilde høit i Dandsen sprang,
Det var om Kjærlighed han sang.'
Saa drømmer Bølgen rundt om Vang,
Mens Vaarens nye Scene
Indbyder til en Vandrings-Gang
Bag Skovens grønne Grene.
Høit Lærken slaaer paa Mark og Eng,
Den bygger der sin Brudesend.
I Dammen hvide Blomster staae
Imellem brede Blade,
See Fiskene med Halen slaae
Og sig i Solen bade.
Stum svømmer Fisken rundt om Jord,
Thi Kjærlighed tidt mangler Ord.
Paa Himlen staaer en Sommersky,
Den halve Eng den skygger,
Men dobbelt Lys faaer Mark og By;
Hvad er det der man bygger?
Der staaer en Stang med Baand og Flag;
Det er i Dag jo Valborg Dag!
Hver Ungersvend med Sundheds Kind,
Sig paa sin Ganger svinger,
I Dag han rider Sommer ind,
Hør, hvor Musikken klinger!
En gammel simpel Melodie;
Smukt blander Sangen sig deri.
- 'Vor Skov og Mark sig fryder smukt.
Hør dette, som vi bede!
O Valborg, skjænk os Græs og Frugt,
Vær for os Gud med Glæde!
Thi bære vi Dig Mai i By,
Hør dette, som vi bede!
Og love Dig med Psalmer nye,
Vær for os Gud med Glæde!
Lad Humlen voxe høi og stor,
Hør dette, som vi bede!
Velsign Du Kornet, at det groer,
Vær for os Gud med Glæde!
Tag Danmark i din Varetægt,
Hør dette, som vi bede!
Beskjærm vor Konge og hans Slægt,
Vær for os Gud med Glæde!
Du kjender bedst vort sande Gavn,
Hør dette, som vi bede!
Vi bede det i Jesu Navn,
Vær for os Gud med Glæde!' -
Dem svare høit de Piger smaae:
'Velkommen Mai Du være!'
Saa lysteligt skal Dandsen gaae,
Men hvem skal Krandsen bære?
- See, rødmende hun blandt dem staaer.
Sæt Krandsen om de løste Haar!
- Spil kun din simple Melodie,
Du Gamle hist ved Muren,
Alt hæver sig til Poesie
I Hjertet og Naturen.
Du skjønne Mai, af Dig jeg veed,
At Poesie er Kjærlighed!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Jylland [Da Oltid kun var nyfødt Skum paa Tidens stolte Vove]
Da Oltid kun var nyfødt Skum paa Tidens stolte Vove,
Laae Jylland, som et Vildnis stort, med dybe, sorte Skove;
Een Skov det hele Land kun var, hvor stolte Ege groede,
De stærke, tykke Grene fast sig om hinanden snoede;
Og Ørnen bygged' Rede her, og Ulven grov sin Hule,
Men ingen Snekke gled endnu forbi mod Nordens Thule;
Og intet Øxeslag der faldt, en Dæmring laae der inde,
Og Secler svandt, før Skoven saae sin første Mand og Qvinde.
Den vilde Kraft fandt her sit Hjem, Naturen stod ei ene,
Og Fuglene saa lystigt sang fra Skovens grønne Grene.
— Men dybt fra Havet Taagen steeg, saa skarp og dog saa stille,
Den slukked' Solens Ild, man saae ei længer Straalen spille.
Da isned' Blomst og Græs og Krat, selv Skovens stærke Stammer,
Og Bølgen steeg og kjæmpede mod Jordens rødblaae Flammer.
Med Hyl sig styrted' Skovens Dyr, fortvivlet ud i Havet,
Og Mennesket drog fra et Hjem, som Bølgerne begraved'.
Den vilde Jordbrand angreb Alt, hver Fugl, hver Rovdyr døde,
Som Lava damped' Ahlen. — — Alt i Secler var et Øde.
Da voxte Lyngen høi og sort, med fiolette Blommer,
Med Skove Landets Østkant stod, smukt i den varme Sommer,
Og Fuglen kom, med lystig Sang, og byggede sin Rede,
Og Mennesket et Eden fandt, her bag den sorte Hede;
Og Kjæmper færdedes og faldt — og Troskab fandt sin Arne,
Og Sangeren var Folket kjær, det lære vi af Hjarne.
Paa Heden holdte Kongen Ting, og Hornet kaldte sammen,
Saa manget kraftigt Ord blev talt, og Natten svandt i Gammen; -
Og hele Slægter svandt, som den, med deres stolte Drømme,
Men Maanen seiled' taus, som nu, paa Tidens Vexels Strømme.
Den saae dem plante Christi Kors, den hørte Munkens Sange,
Mens Bølgen brødes, end som nu, mod Skagens hvidgraae Tange.
Den saae hiin stolte Ridder-Tid, den saae dens Borge gløde,
Den saae Niels Ebbesen, som Helt, for Danmarks Frelse bløde. -
— Den lyser endnu bleg og rund, som Tidens store Øie,
Paa Jyllands skovbekrandste Kyst og lyngbegroede Høie,
Seer Vesterhavet med sin Storm, der kuer Egens Grene,
Mens Fredens Blomster voxe smukt om Heltens Bautastene
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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J. Ewald
Din Smerte var en Sky, i Stormen vild,
Til Dug den blev ved Poesiens Ild,
En Dug, der kaldte Duft fra Blad og Straa,
En Taare, hvori Himlens Billed laae.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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After Midnight
By j. j. cale
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
Were gonna stimulate some action;
Were gonna get some satisfaction.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight, its all gonna be peaches and cream.
Were gonna cause talk and suspicion;
Were gonna give an exhibition.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
Second verse
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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L. Holberg
Hil dig, Du Viddets danske Digter-Konning,
Som Bien fik Du Braad, bag Braadden — Honning.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Hang On To Your Ego (alternate Mix)
I know so many people who think they can do it alone
They isolate their heads and stay in their saftey zones
Now what can you tell them
And what can you say that won't make them defensive
Hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight
They come on like their peaceful
But inside they're so uptight
They trip through the day
And waste all their thoughts at night
Now how can I say it
And how can I come on
When I know I'm guilty
Hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight
Now how can I say it
And how can I come on
When I know I'm guilty
So hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Hang Onto Your Ego
I know so many people who think they can do it alone
They isolate their heads and stay in their safety zone
But what can you tell them
What can you say that wont make them defensive
Hang on to your ego
Hang on but I know that youre gonna lose the fight.
They come on like theyre peacefull
But inside theyre so uptight
They chip through the day and waste all their thoughts at night
But how can I say it
How can I come on when I know Im guilt
Hang on to your ego
Hang on because I know that youre gonna lose the fight
And how can I say it
How can I come on when I know Im guilt
Hang on to your ego
Hang on
Hang on but I know that youre gonna lose the fight
song performed by by Frank Black
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