Jealous?
I know I'm pretty,
not to be vein...
I know if we play,
it's me that will gain.
I'm not dark,
not self absorbed...
It's my own life...
I cannot afford.
Just when do they see
past the flesh of me?
Just when do I truly
get to be me?
I can be dressed up,
I can be not dressed...
But it's my insides dear...
that you've missed.
I am a whole person,
with battle scars...
totally not my thing to hang out
in bars...
I cannot be caged,
inside me,
RAGE! ! ! !
So I cannot ask anything from
you...
But wait, yes, just in your
heart
be true.
Thank you! ! !
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Aaron
Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.
Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
Unto a place where is no rest.
Poor priest thus am I dressed.
Only another head
I have, another heart and breast,
another music, making live not dead,
without whom I could have no rest:
In him I am well dressed.
Christ is my only head,
My alone only heart and breast,
My only music, striking me even dead;
That to the old man I may rest,
And be in him new dressed.
So holy in my head,
Perfect and light in my dear breast,
My doctrine tuned by Christ, (who is not dead,
But lives in me while I do rest)
Come people; Aaron's dressed.
poem by George Herbert
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All Dressed Up
Dont you see
Im the one for you, youre the one for me
Dont you see
The love Ive got is the love you need
Dont you see
Im all dressed up
To be what you want
Me to be Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
All dressed up, all dressed up
Dont you see, dont you see
The infinite possibilities
Dont you need, dont you need
The kind of love that I need
Dont you see me, dont you see me
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
To be what you taught me to be
Im all dressed up
All messed up, all messed up
You dont even notice me
Moving you like a ton of glaciers
You dont even notice me
Soothing you like a long lost sister
You dont even care
No you dont even care
All dressed up
With no place to go
But home, but home
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
All dressed up, all dressed up
You dont even comfort me
And carry on with the will of samson
You dont even comfort me
You keep your faith and you keep your phantoms
And you dont even care
No you dont even care
All dressed up still theres something wrong
Im all dressed up and youre just a song
Im all dressed up youre forever gone everlong
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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All Dressed Up For School
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Well she first caught my eye a runnin' round in shorts
But she never bothered with her hair
Just a barefooted chick with all skinned up knees
Yeah she didn't care what she'd wear
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
All summer long she had a crush on me
But I just couldn't care at all
But new to school threads really did it for me
Yeah she's turned into a doll
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
Weah
Goes out every night 'cause she's a sharp little doll
And the guys can't leave her alone
Now she hardly finds the time to talk to me
She's not the little girl I've always known
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Angel With A Dark Side
I like to imagine how you really are—
An Angel with a dark side—Mysterious and—
Heavenly— yet dressed in black—with—an—
Affinity for things that go bump in the night.
True beauty in the Flesh—my Dark Angel—
Not sent from up above to save humanity—
Just to save me—and heal yourself in the process—
Real Angels are not dressed in white with a
Golden Halo around their heads—I have seen—
A Real Angel—they are dressed in Black and have—
Tattoos and piercings—more beautiful than the Angels
That the fairy tales speak of—A real Angel has felt hurt—
And happiness—and battles demons on a daily basis—
Angels are a rarity—the real ones are anyway—
But—an Angel with a Dark side—Is the Rarest of
All Angels—The Darker her wings—the more pain and
Hurt and love and happiness she can feel—because a real
Angel—with a Dark Side—is one that has been to Hell and back—
That's how she earned her Wings—if you are ever lucky enough
To catch an Angel—with a Dark Side—love them—they are special!
poem by Dougie Fresh
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Date Rape? or Love?
No trickery needed,
I missed you
Trust.
you had it,
through and through.
About that night,
I thought you knew.
I was totally into you.
Still prim and proper.
I would wait,
No drug needed,
no drink would do.
It was just me,
and you.
The conversations we've had,
parts of you that seemed so bad,
Maybe I knew.
Wrapping my mind around evil,
its so hard to do
Everything you said to me
was true?
No clue: (
Our first night,
I put up no fight
not like me,
you see.
Still
the old feelings let me believe,
that your heart was pure,
you just wanted me.
With separation,
and time.
the truth,
my head
just mine.
I can see through your soul.
was it true?
Did you really do?
I met a friend of yours today.
he did some time.
yep locked away.
Now wants to be a citizen of the world,
making his own place,
his own past...uhm erased? .
drugging women.
tooo much.
wow.
You see I loved you
before I knew
date rape?
Is it true?
Now that I know
you could be the monster inside....
no more...
no...
I'm not going to hide.
The love I missed was for myself....
the memory of you....
GO TO HELL! ! !
Tricked Again
The minute I met you,
your soul went through me,
Caged inside,
not free.
With sweet words,
emotional pleas...
I gave you the key.
You knew everything that I needed,
I begged inside,
even pleaded...
don't let your guard down,
you know this town....
Your touch,
and kiss....
My loneliness...
While my insides knew this couldn't be true,
you gazed and gazed....
taking away my blue.
Tonight, the people....
Said you are passing though...
that your heart,
isn't true.
I guess in my heart,
I always knew....
no other way to say this,
just,
I love you: (
So you get the big win,
I know from your shit eating grin....
again....
I have to lift my chin....
because I'm numb,
I know this feeling
is dumb.
I will rebuild my life,
I will....
just need some more time to heal....
some time to get my life right...
You win,
I have no fight: (
Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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At play
Play that you are mother dear,
And play that papa is your beau;
Play that we sit in the corner here,
Just as we used to, long ago.
Playing so, we lovers two
Are just as happy as we can be,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
"I love you" we both shall say,
All in earnest and all in play.
Or, play that you are that other one
That some time came, and went away;
And play that the light of years agone
Stole into my heart again to-day!
Playing that you are the one I knew
In the days that never again may be,
I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
I love you!" my heart shall say
To the ghost of the past come back to-day!
Or, play that you sought this nestling-place
For your own sweet self, with that dual guise
Of your pretty mother in your face
And the look of that other in your eyes!
So the dear old loves shall live anew
As I hold my darling on my knee,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
Oh, many a strange, true thing we say
And do when we pretend to play!
poem by Eugene Field
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In The Park
All dressed up an the sun sets low
When the big bright moon
shines a friendly hello
When my heart pants
with lust like a romeo
Like I am all messed up
when the fire flies glow
I just wanna cuss and fight
I am goin' out tonight
Everything is out of sight
It's gonna be all right
I am gonna hang out in the park
Hang out after dark
I am gonna be with the gang tonight
Under street lamps I will play
after the school day
When troubles disappear
I feel excitement is here
Kids in cars were cruisin' by
The big bright moon
smiles in the sky
Music playin' that portable sound
Everybody's hangin' all around
I am gonna hang out in the park
Hang out after dark
I am gonna be with the gang tonight
I am gonna be with the gang tonight
I am gonna be with the gang tonight
song performed by by Ramones from Subterranean Jungle
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We Wait And We Wonder
We stand, hang our heads disbelieving
then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong
we wonder just what must they be thinking
to take a life of one so young
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
how far must they go, to prove to you?
We wait and we wonder how this happened
killing the old, the innocent, the young
while sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding
that what they do could somehow be so wrong
So tell me when will tit be over now, how soon?
how far must they go, to prove to you?
So we will wait and we'll wonder
No regrets, no forgiveness, no compassion
these brave heroes only know to hit and run
slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder
how can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
how many tears must fall to prove to you?
please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon?
and how far must they go, to prove to you?
So we wait and we wonder
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song performed by by Phil Collins
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Use Once & Destroy
Its the emptiness that follows you there
Its the ache insides when it burns out
Its poisonous it muscles it aches
Its everything you had when it breaks
Its the emptiness thats all you have left
Too terrified of your frozen breath
Its a bitter mouth its burned and knived
Its the awful truth you fight for your life
It might as well it might as well hurt
It might as well it might as well
I went down to rescue you
I went all the way down
Fill your hungry wretched life
Here they come its closing time
Its the bitter root its twisted inside
Its the heart you used to have when it died
Its the emptiness it poisons it lies
Its everything that youll never find
It might as well it might as well hurt
It might as well it might as well
I went down for the remains
Sort through all your blurs and stains
Take your rapture blister burns
Stand in line its not your turn
All dressed in red, always the bride
Off with her head, all dressed in white
Off with her head
I went down to rescue you
I went all the way down
I went down for the remains
Sort through all your blurs and stains
Ooh, I will follow you
Anytime, anywhere
Ooh, I will come for you
Just say you arent there
song performed by by Hole
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Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.
quote by Peter O'Toole
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Dressed For Success (Live Zurich 1991)
Dressed For Success
Roxette
Music & Lyrics by Per Gessle
Tried to make it little by little
tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers
another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell your father?
I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go...
I'm gonna get dressed for success
shaping me up for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love yea yea yea.
I'm not afraid
a trembling flower
I'll feed your heart
and blow the dust from your eyes and
in the dark things happen faster.
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
I'm gonna get dressed for success
hitting a spot for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love. Look sharp!
From: "Susan Gornati
song performed by by Roxette
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Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge
As beats the sun from mountain crest,
With 'pretty, pretty',
Cometh the partridge from her nest;
The flowers threw kisses sweet to her
(For all the flowers that bloomed knew her);
Yet hasteneth she to mine and me--
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!
And when I hear the partridge cry
So pretty, pretty,
Upon the house-top, breakfast I;
She comes a-chirping far and wide,
And swinging from the mountain side--
I see and hear the dainty dear!
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!
Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare.
And pretty, pretty
Bloom violet, rose, and lily there;
The place is full of balmy dew
(The tears of flowers in love with you!)
And one and all impassioned call;
'O pretty, pretty--
O dear little partridge!'
Thy feathers they are soft and sleek--
So pretty, pretty!
Long is thy neck and small thy breast;
The color of thy plumage far
More bright than rainbow colors are!
Sweeter than dove is she I love--
My pretty, pretty--
My dear little partridge!
When comes the partridge from the tree,
So pretty, pretty!
And sings her little hymn to me,
Why, all the world is cheered thereby--
The heart leaps up into the eye,
And echo then gives back again
Our 'Pretty, pretty,'
Our 'Dear little partridge!'
Admitting the most blest of all
And pretty, pretty,
The birds come with thee at thy call;
In flocks they come and round they play,
And this is what they seem to say--
They say and sing, each feathered thing;
'Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!'
poem by Eugene Field
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In Vein
I destroy myself,
I will not give me a chance
Feelings
ha
just a glance.
In vein I try to fix myself,
forget about crying for help
The monsters that live inside me,
nope...
never free.
In God I trust,
men feed on me
with lust.
Where do I go?
At what cost?
Hope for me lost?
I know that the world is suffering more than me,
I pray all the time on bended knees.
It's just that I have given up
in vein
no guts!
Ashamed I am to admit my truth,
no longer seeking my youth.
the only message I have to convey,
don't ask me questions today
If I had an answer for you,
keep your heart
just be true.
Beyond all this darkness,
the sun will shine
hang on in vein
just be strong!
Darkness
Dressed in your scars
You sit in dark bars
Only lit by cigars
And false smile.
Your dungeon
Without standing trial.
You drink to her memory in style.
And as the Brandy kicks in
You allow a wry grin
For the joy
That you only stole.
As she dances
In the darkness of your soul.
And as you find
The lost eyes of an alcoholic
You'll bear the lies
And drunken promise that he preaches.
You realise that now your life
Is just shambolic.
To feel again
Lessons of pain
This sweet life teaches.
You're on the edge
You walk the ledge
To a silent drum roll.
As she dances
In the darkness of your soul.
poem by Kevin East
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Past Beaufort West
Past Beaufort West, at Leeu-Gamka
my yellow BMW gets a flat tyre
and while I am looking
for a jack in the boot
at that god forsaken place
it’s extremely hot
and an old rusted white pickup
stops behind my car
and a big ghastly man
dressed in a blue overall with oil marks
walks up to me
while I lift the wheel out.
“Lad, I see you are from the Transvaal
and are certainly on your way to Cape Town? ”
Then he gives a dry cough
and his breath smells of brandy
and he says much softer:
“I have got a huge problem.
Santie, has to go back to Stellenbosch
and you can take her along.”
And still softer and somewhat dull:
“You are big enough
to be already screwing around.
She can pay for the trip
with her nice body.”
I am perplexed, dazed
and alone on my way to Summerset West,
just past Stellenbosch
and look at him
as if he is coming from the moon
and say that I will anyway
past that way
and I am studying nearby
and that she can travel with me, totally cost free
and then I see her
blonde, pretty, slim and she blushes
and I know that she overheard every single word
and I say hello to her and she blushes even more
and I carry her two suitcases, that look decent,
to the car’s boot
and she greets the man, her dad
who is divorced from her mother
who is living in Bellville
before we drive away
and the conditioner cools the inside of the car,
she loves Neil Diamond
whose songs are playing on the stereo system
and she’s dressed in a mini skirt
that rides up against her long slim legs
and she looks at me
with a sultry unholy light in her blue eyes
and I think: hell, what now?
poem by Gert Strydom
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We Wait & We Wonder
to the outsider it seems that we in britain live daily under the cloud of terrorism. that familiarity sometimes makes you think of it as almost normal, then suddenly something will happen...
We stand, hang our heads disbelieving
Then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong
We wonder just what they must be thinking
To take a life of one so young
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
How far must we go, to prove to you?
We wait and we wonder how this happened
Killing the old, the innocent, the young
While sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding
That what they do could somehow be so wrong
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
How far must we go, to prove to you?
So we will wait and well wonder
No regrets, no forgiveness, no compasssion
These brave heroes only know to hit and run
Slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder
How can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
How many tears must fall to prove to you?
Please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon?
And how far must they go, to prove to you?
So we wait and we wonder
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Forgotten Song
It’s not the road that matters,
But the path that leads you on.
You find your way, through cloud and stone,
To some forgotten song.
It’s not the path that leads you,
But your heart that shows you true.
And in the end, the only thing
That matters here is you.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
It’s not your head that matters,
But you heart that leads the way.
Perfection is an aimless goal,
And endless game we play.
It’s not your heart that leads you,
For your feet move where they will.
A body once in motion then
Can nevermore be still.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
But there is never just one way,
For life has many roads.
And who can ever find the way,
For no one really knows?
It’s not the road that matters,
Nor the path that leads you on.
It’s neither heart nor head nor feet
That finds that hidden song.
It’s been inside you all this time,
A ballad tried and true.
The answer comes to those who live:
What matters here is you.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
poem by Allison Rose
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Tears Of Rage
We carried you in our arms
On independence day,
And now youd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so alone
And life is brief.
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most evrybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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