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August 1914

What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’s broken tooth

poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Rags & Old Iron

Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Honey you're so hot

Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold.

Honey you are a stage fright
Monster on my mind
When those wedding bells chime
For all... for all time

Honey genesis will sort
The mice from the men
Because when I'm with you
All I hear is amen
Like an anthem

Honey what's all the fog and haze
Will it not take us back?
To those lost lonely days
When we were racked with pain

Oh let us honey surmise
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot ring of gold
When I'm in the cold
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot
Amber ring on my finger
When all else is not?

Oh honey, oh honey, why not?
Oh honey, why, why, why not?
Let us surmise
A ring of red hot gold
Put that stage fright
Monster behind me
Because honey you're the one
For me
Because honey you're so hot
You're a ring of gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot you're
A ring of red, red hot gold:

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Lix. _love is a refiner's fire._

Non più ch' 'l foco il fabbro.

It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdue
Unto fair form, the image of their thought:
Nor without fire hath any artist wrought
Gold to its utmost purity of hue.
Nay, nor the unmatched phoenix lives anew,
Unless she burn: if then I am distraught
By fire, I may to better life be brought
Like those whom death restores nor years undo.
The fire whereof I speak, is my great cheer;
Such power it hath to renovate and raise
Me who was almost numbered with the dead;
And since by nature fire doth find its sphere
Soaring aloft, and I am all ablaze,
Heavenward with it my flight must needs be sped.

poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
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Bell In The Sea, The

(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
I dreamed i rolled on the ocean floor
In the sunken bones of a broken ship
On the shadow line where whispers creep
To the world above from the world beneath
On waves of silver i dreamed of gold
'till i lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed i sailed to the mirrored edge
Of that murky world for an iron bell
That dragged me down to the ocean bed
And rang to mark where my shadow fell
On waves of silver i dreamed of gold
'till i lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed i slept on the ocean bed
And a silent grave of silver sand
Rolled in the sway of an iron bell
I've heard it said when they go to sea
On stormy nights you can hear her moan
She tolls for the mourning of her own death
And echoes here on the village stones
On the waves of silver i dreamed of gold
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives

song performed by by Marillion
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Bell In The Sea

(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor
In the sunken bones of a broken ship
On the shadow line where whispers creep
To the world above from the world beneath
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge
Of that murky world for an iron bell
That dragged me down to the ocean bed
And rang to mark where my shadow fell
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed
And a silent grave of silver sand
Rolled in the sway of an iron bell
Ive heard it said when they go to sea
On stormy nights you can hear her moan
She tolls for the mourning of her own death
And echoes here on the village stones
On the waves of silver I dreamed of gold
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives

song performed by by Marillion
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Honey

Written by russ ballard, 1983
Found on your move, premium gold collection, and centenary collection.
Honey, I wish you were here
To brighten my lonely nights
How long Ive waited
To hold you in my arms again
Honey, you know Im so scared
Scared that you might not come back
One day without you
Is one day too long for me
Wish you could see
The love in the heart of me
Honey, I really miss you
Honey, I need to kiss you
Honey, I wanna hold you
Honey, have I told you
I really need you now
I really need you now
Honey, you know you think like me
Now I pray every day
Ill do anything
If theres a chance youll stay
Your perfume is still in my room
Your pillow its left where you lay
Your picture is standing
Inside the frame I made
It seems so sad
To lose the love we had
Honey, I really miss you
Honey, I need to kiss you
Honey, I wanna hold you
Honey, have I told you
I really need you now
I really need you now
Honey, Ive waited for only one line
To let me know how you are
I need to be with you
Id run to your side, however near or far
Girl, I need you
Honey, honey
Honey, honey
Honey, I really miss you
Honey, I need to kiss you
Honey, dont you know it
Honey, dont I show it
I really need you now
I really need you now
I really need you now
I really need you now
I really need you now
I really need you now

song performed by by America
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Honey Would You Stand By Me

(bob mcdill)
If I quit my job for the simple life
Honey would you stand by me
If I bought a little cabin on a mountainside
Honey would you stand by me
Would you be my one true friend
Stick with me through thick and thin
If the roof was old and the rain came in
Honey would you stand by me
If I tried my luck in hollywood
Honey would you stand by me
If my break never came like I thought it would
Honey would you stand by me
Would you be my heart of gold
And never complain when the money was low
If your coat was thin and your shoes were old
Honey would you stand by me
And if I joined up with the rodeo
Honey would you stand by me
If we traveled around from show to show
Honey would you stand by me
Would you be a cowboys dream
And smile right on when times got lean
If you didnt have nothin but boots and jeans
Honey would you stand by me
Honey would you stand
Honey would you stand by me
Honey would you stand
Honey would you stand by me
Honey would you stand
Honey would you stand by me

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Fields Of Gold

Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
Well walk in the fields of gold
Well walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold

song performed by by Sting
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No Pity.

Hear the anger of spoiled youth,
With their hard words.
They have no pity.
Spewing out their bile
To mangle and eschew.
We live with their forbearance.
We the old and frail.
Who once like them
Gloried in the sun,
Were gods in our day.
Now we moulder
Like staues left out.
Too long in the tooth
We peal and crack.
Split by iron frost.
Weathered by rain.
Worn down, tired, by
Untenable trials of life.
Ah but our inner lives,
There we live again as gods,
To glory in the sun.

P H Brookes Copyright 2012

poem by Paul Brookes
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Bell In The Sea (live In Paris)

The Bell in the Sea" Taken from the Marillion single "Uninvited Guest ---
I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor
In the sunken bones of a broken ship
On the shadow line where whispers creep
To the world above from the world beneath
CHORUS: On the waves of silver I dreamed of gold
'Til I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge
Of that murky world for an iron bell
That dragged me down to the ocean bed
And rang to mark where my shadow fell
CHORUS:
I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed
And a silent grave of silver sand
Rolled in the sway of an iron bell
I've heard it said when they go to sea
On stormy nights you can hear her moan
She tolls for the mourning of my own death
And echoes here on the village stones
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
[JOHN HELMER & STEVE HOGARTH

song performed by by Marillion
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I Love You Honey But I Hate Your Friends

Words and music by rick nielsen
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends
That fat cat frank got a heart of gold
Hes got a head of lead, hes young but he acts old
That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see where hes at
Around and round when he rambles on
bout the latest deal we should be in on
We shouldnt give him the time of day
He doesnt give a damn if we sink or swim
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
Did some toot, yeah we had a blow
Look man, no holes, real nose
When he says hi he really means the moon
He was there long before armstrong
He stays loose, he says, fill her up
For eternal youth from those swiss docs.
Hes thirty but he feels like sixteen
Check it out: yep, hundred-n-sixteen!
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey, lets dance
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
Lets see, theres miss tique and miss informed
General disaster, mister know-it-all
Missus a lot and private stock
Corporal punishment bout to blow his mind
Mister mock, mister completely,
Miss de plot, miss story,
Mister call, mister de gaulle,
The aging mister martin and that aint all
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
They love your money
But theyll be the end of me, oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Call Of The Whippoorwill

I hear the call of the whippoorwill
The calf it bawls in the field
The mare is soon to birth a foul
I can't help it, I miss you still

I feed the geese that once loved you
And that hound from the field you found
The puppy stray you brought home and raised
I pet him while he's lying down

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home

Your hound and I we so try
Through the days we somehow get by
We think we can make it, then comes the night
The loneliness we must fight

The whippoorwill as it calls from the field
Sometimes your name I hear it feels
I miss you so, I love you still
Honey, I always will

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home

The whippoorwill and I we both try
I hear it call I hear it cry
Something is missing from both of our lives
Honey, I'm so empty inside

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home.

poem by Bill Simmons
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When It Comes To You

If we cant get along we oughtta be apart
And Im wondering whered you get that cold, cold heart
Set me free - sign my release
Im tired of being the villain of the piece
You been givin me a bad time
Tell me whatd I do
How come I always get a hard time
Honey when it comes to you
Sayin things that you didnt have to
How come I always get a hard time
Honey when it comes to you
You only get one life - this I know
I wanna get my licks in now before I go
The fire of love is dead and cold
I gotta satisfy the hunger in my soul
And you been givin me a bad time
Tell me whatd I do
How come I always get a hard time
Honey when it comes to you
Sayin things that you didnt have to
How come I always get a hard time
Honey when it comes to you

song performed by by Dire Straits
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Where Is The Fire?

Where is the fire
That burnt in freedom fighters
Making them selfless
Dying for our independence

Where is the fire
That burnt in J.M and Ouko
And others who were felled
Making them love truth
For it, paying the ultimate price

Where is the fire
That burnt in the then leaders
Making them fearless
Suffering for multiparty politics

Where is the fire
That burnt in civil rights activists
The poor peoples defenders
And others who attended kamukunjis

Where is the fire
That burnt individualism
In dire times of crises

Where is the fire?

poem by Kelvin Karani
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The C.F.A.

You ask old Meg McHenry about the C.F.A.
And without them she will tell you she'd be Homeless today
The trees and paddocks around her house left burnt and looking black
But they risked their lives to save her home and they beat the huge flames back.

The Country Fire Authority members their brave deeds worthy of recall
Men and women who risk their lives though their rewards may seem small
Stories of their courage in the gap of danger have been told far and wide
Without them facing the fire front far more homes would be destroyed.

The men and women of the C.F.A. fearless in their fight with fire
They are the unsung heroes and one only can admire
Them for their courage in times of danger death one mistake away
True stories of their fearlessness we hear of every day.

They often risk their lives and limbs for human lives and property
The brave volunteers of the C.F.A. and their services are free
And seventy years old Meg McHenry tells everyone she meet
That only for the fire fighting volunteers she would be on the street

poem by Francis Duggan
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Farmer, Dying

for Hank and Nancy

Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow
from his cough. These limp days, his anger,
legend forty years from moon to Stevensville,
lives on, just barely, in a Great Falls whore.
Cruel times, he cries, cruel winds. His geese roam
unattended in the meadow. The gold last leaves
of cottonwoods ride Burnt Fork creek away.
His geese grow fat without him. Same old insult.
Same indifferent rise of mountains south,
hunters drunk around the fire ten feet from his fence.

What's killing us is something autumn. Call it
war or fever. You know it when you see it: flare.
Vine and fire and the morning deer come half
a century to sip his spring, there, at the far end
of his land, wrapped in cellophane by light.
What lives is what he left in air, definite,
unseen, hanging where he stood the day he roared.
A bear prowls closer to his barn each day.
Farmers come to watch him die. They bring crude offerings
of wine. Burnt Fork creek is caroling. He dies white
in final anger. The bear taps on his pane.

And we die silent, our last days loaded with the scream
of Burnt Fork creek, the last cry of that raging farmer.
We have aged ourselves to stone trying to summon
mercy for ungrateful daughters. Let's live him
in ourselves, stand deranged on the meadow rim
and curse the Baltic back, moon, bear and blast.
And let him shout from his grave for us.

poem by Richard Hugo
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The Burning Of The Temple

Fierce wrath of Solomon,
Where sleepest thou ?
0 see, The fabric which thou won
Earth and ocean to give thee-
0 look at the red skies.

Or hath the sun plunged down ?
What is this molten gold-
These thundering fires blown
Through heaven, where the smoke rolled ?
Again the great king dies.

His dreams go out in smoke.
His days he let not pass
And sculptured here are broke,
Are charred as the burnt grass,
Gone as his mouth's last sighs.

poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Compulsive Obsession

The miser sits and counts his gold
well wrapped in rags against the cold.
He has no fire he lacks the sense
He cannot bear to spend his pence.

He dines upon stale bread and cheese
sometimes porridge made from peas
to satisfy his appetite.
His bags of coin his one delight.

He has no friends he trusts no man
for they will rob him if they can.
He lives in abject poverty
to spend a coin is misery.

I do not envy him his gold
a bitter man who’s heart is cold.
I share what little comes my way
I cannot make my few pence stay.

But count my self a wealthy man
The miser save all that he can
and lives alone in misery.
I think that he should envy me.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You Got Gold

Is there ever enough space between us
To keep us both honest and true?
Why is it so hard just to sit in the yard
And stare at the sky so blue?
Ive got a new way of walking and a new way of talking
Honey when Im around you,
But it gives me the blues when Ive got some good news
And youre not there to bring it to.
Life is a blessing, its a delicatessen
Of all the little favors you do.
All wrapped up together no matter the weather,
Baby you always come through.
Its a measure of treasure that gives me the pleasure
Of loving you the way I do
And you know I would gladly say I need your love badly
And bring these little things to you.
Cause you got gold
Gold inside of you
You got gold
Gold inside of you
Well I got some
Gold inside me too
Well Im thinking Im knowing that I gotta be going
You know I hate to say so long.
It gives me an ocean of mixed up emotion
Ill have to work it out in a song.
Well Im leaving a lot for the little I got
But you know a lot a little will do
And if you give me your love
Ill let it shine up above
And light my way back home to you.
Cause you got gold
Gold inside of you
Cause you got gold
Gold inside of you
Well I got some
Gold inside me too
You got wheels
Turning inside of you
You got wheels
Turning inside of you
Well I got wheels
Turning inside me too

song performed by by John Prine
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Silver And Gold

Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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