Auschwitz
The Kommandant's a decent guy,
I know he wouldn't hurt a fly -
When I asked him if the Jews would die
He shook his head and told his lie,
'The Fuhrer wants his money's worth,
It's not a question of their birth,
If they pull their weight then they will live,
The Germans know how to forgive!
Haven't you heard their happy cry
'Arbeit Macht Frei! Arbeit Macht Frei! '?
Our Leader has a heart of gold,
That's what his followers have been told.
It's a pity that your friend's a Jew,
A slight mistake, in my point of view,
Remember we're the master race
And wipe that frown from off your face! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Fidgeting Courage
Yesterday we were the anthem of revolution
Singing, crumpling on the street of new order legacy
Under the ocean of beer insoled by the starry sky
Twinkling stars biting cigarettes between their lips
An installation of smokes misting the weather
Salute me a graduation, present me a gift
A bucket of duties and rights of adult being
Twenty years of living had never felt so vital
Shining path of 'arbeit macht frei', how frei?
(graduation night, July 2008)
poem by Ida Mustazir
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Freisein (Nachtschicht Am Meer)
Glaubst Du, dass der Wind weht,
weil irgend jemand sagt: "Wind, weh jetzt"
Glaubst Du, dass die Sterne, die am Himmel stehen
leuchten, weil irgendwer sie anknipst ? Glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass die Elemente tun, was sie sollen,
und nicht, was sie wollen ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Glaubst Du, dass die Erde
aufhren wrde, sich zu drehen,
wenn irgendwer entschiede,
dass es besser wr' fr sie zu stehen ? Glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass irgendwer, irgendwo, irgendwann
fr Dich Dein Leben leben kann ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Glaubst Du, dass Dein Leben
bereits geschrieben steht,
und dass irgendwo ein Weiser
fr Dein Tun die Konsequenzen trgt - glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass von allen Leben auf der Welt eins
wertvoller ist als Deins ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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Freisein (Nachtschicht Am Meer)
Glaubst Du, dass der Wind weht,
weil irgend jemand sagt: "Wind, weh jetzt"
Glaubst Du, dass die Sterne, die am Himmel stehen
leuchten, weil irgendwer sie anknipst ? Glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass die Elemente tun, was sie sollen,
und nicht, was sie wollen ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Glaubst Du, dass die Erde
aufhren wrde, sich zu drehen,
wenn irgendwer entschiede,
dass es besser wr' fr sie zu stehen ? Glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass irgendwer, irgendwo, irgendwann
fr Dich Dein Leben leben kann ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Glaubst Du, dass Dein Leben
bereits geschrieben steht,
und dass irgendwo ein Weiser
fr Dein Tun die Konsequenzen trgt - glaubst Du das ?
Glaubst Du, dass von allen Leben auf der Welt eins
wertvoller ist als Deins ? Glaubst Du das ? Glaubst Du das ?
Wenn Du das glaubst, dann wirst Du nie sehen
und verstehen, was ich mein, wenn ich sag':
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie der Wind, wenn er weht.
Ich will frei sein,
frei wie ein Stern, der am Himmel steht.
Ich will frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein.
Ich will frei sein, nur frei sein,
ich will frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein, nur frei sein
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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What I Have Not Been To The Few I Loved
What I have not been to the few I loved,
the cost of what I am. Whoever that is.
And the poor boy happy ending
that was supposed to conclude in money
to redeem the aristocratic poverty
of a doomed childhood, scrapped
from the start as slavishly predictable.
I shone for a while, angry and bright
and university was an easy ordeal of guilt
while my mother washed floors in the Uplands,
and I went through culture shock
in my own country to learn that
not everybody lived the way we did
never further than twenty concrete blocks
away from the despair and poverty of home.
Three meals a day and shopping tours
to Europe, with a jaunt to Auschwitz
along the way. My mother would dress up
for three hours to go to the corner-store.
And it was everything I could do
to keep from laughing out loud
at the pygmies of pain in English Honours
who cried their eyes out in the library
because their mothers were social butterflies
and it was the sixties on the West Coast
when no one was suppose to live in vain.
And I remember the little wet doctor's sons
who used to remind me of who
they thought I was, asking me, at the end
of an advanced Shakespeare seminar,
at the end of a creative writing class,
after a three hour oral exam on Marlowe,
to sell them heroin I didn't use or deal
to make them feel, like the postcards of Auschwitz
that showed the skulls in the furnaces
and read Arbeit macht frei,
they were slumming with reality, lest
I forget despite how well I did in class,
where I came from. And the difference
was obvious and lasting. So many things
I had to master just to wear a plausible lifemask
into the golden future of the middle class.
How to sit down at a table and eat
with cutlery as if I were doing surgery.
How to relate to the trivializing of the poor,
listening squeamishly to the screening myths
of how the rich suffer at their hands.
How my mother with hands and knees,
cracked like lobsters boiled in bleach
was leeching them dry on welfare.
I broke up with their daughters.
I punished their sons atavistically
and losing my taste for trying to prove
you could find diamonds in the coalbin
of everyone's ancestry, and I could stand
eye to eye with the stars as well as anyone,
I ran with a wolfpack of ex-cons
who accepted me as a well-educated
one of their own. And through it all
I returned to poetry after every brawl
and threw everybody off my back
to climb a private mountain of my own
while my mother said do
what makes you happy
and went on scrubbing floors.
poem by Patrick White
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Flowers of Horror
People who love flowers
Cannot be bad
Says the proverb.
But take the insight
With a grain of salt
For malignant hands
Can turn flowers
Into graceless means
Of lies and deception.
During World War II
The National Socialists
Perfected the dark art
Of deceit by exploiting
The beauty of nature
To disguise and shroud
Their fiendish goals
Of ruin and destruction.
The skies darkened then
Even in the sunshine
Violets trembled
And forget-me-nots
Whispered worries
Wobbling in the wind.
Sixty km north of Prague
A barbed wire fence
Above the camp gate
Of Terezin, the sign said:
Arbeit macht frei.
Here the Nazis set up
The model ghetto
Theresienstadt where
Work made the inmates
Free and they could plant
Colourful flowers.
Buds of starvation
Blossoms of death.
Do not worry
The daffodils said.
This is a friendly place
The hyacinths sighed.
Do not revolt
The roses rustled.
Yet the daisies shuddered
And forget-me-nots
Whispered worries
Wobbling in the wind.
On the roads of Galicia
Between Lublin and Lvov
In east Poland behind
The barbed wire fences
Of Belzec geranium pots
Lined the path
To the gas chambers.
Buds of starvation
Blossoms of death.
The skies darkened then
Even in the sunshine
Violets trembled
And forget-me-nots
Whispered worries
Wobbling in the wind.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Bestrafe Mich
Bestrafe mich
Stroh wird gold
Und gold wird stein
Deine grsse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Ja
Der herrgott nimmt
Der herrgott gibt
Bestrafe mich
Bestrafe mich
Du meinst ja
Und ich denk nein
Schliess mich ein in dein gebet
Bevor der wind noch klter weht
Deine grsse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Deine grsse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Deine grsse macht ihn klein
Du darfst meine strafe sein
Der herrgott nimmt
Der herrgott gibt
Doch gibt er nur dem
Den er auch liebt
Bestrafe mich
(translation:
Punish me
---------
Punish me
Punish me
Straw is gold
And gold is stone
You are so big, make me small
Youre the master,
Make me crawl
The lord does give
The lord does take
Punish me
Punish me
You say yes
And I say no
Lock me in all you worship
Before the winds cold hand grips
You are so big, make me small
Youre the master, make me crawl
Youre the master, make me crawl
You are so big, make me small
Youre the master, make me crawl
Youre so big you make him small
You will punish me for all
The lord does give
The lord does take
Does he give love to
Those he forsakes?
Punish me )
song performed by by Rammstein
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Outro
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schn und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fhlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blutt
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
was fhlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
song performed by by Rammstein
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Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
Der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schoen und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren.
Was tust du
was fuehlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht die Frau
Was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief.
Was tust du
was fuehlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
song performed by by Rammstein
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Bestreife Mich
Bestrafe mich
Bestrafe mich
Stroh wird gold
Und gold wird stein
Deine groesse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Der herrgott nimmt
Der herrgott gibt
Bestrafe mich
Bestrafe mich
Du meinst ja
Und ich denk nein
Schliess mich in dein gebet
Bevor der wind noch kaelter weht
Dein groesse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Deine groesse macht mich klein
Du darfst mein bestrafer sein
Dein groesse macht ihn klein
Du wirst meine strafe sein
Der herrgott nimmt
Der herrgott gibt
Doch er gibt nur dem
Den er auch liebt
Bestrafe mich
song performed by by Rammstein
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What A Crazy World
What a crazy world we live in,
and you can say that again.
For when we open up, ours mouths
sometimes the words we say,
just come out all wrong.
A Scottish friend of my wife
went to see the Doctor
as her pregnancy was over due.
The Doctor told her
he would give it another week
and then he would have to induce her.
When she went, home
and her husband asked how it went.
What she said next must
have come as a big surprise.
The Doctor said if I haven’t had it
in another week,
he was going to seduce me.
Another friend of Vera’s
went to the Doctor one day.
He asked, have you come on your cycle?
She quickly replied,
no my husband brought me in his car.
Vera must be learning from them.
When we were engaged,
my mother gave her
a large bunch of peonies.
She went to work the next day
and told all her friends about the flowers.
She then wondered why
they were curled up with laughter.
She told them about the flowers OK,
but her tongue couldn’t get a grip on peonies
and something else came out instead.
What a crazy world we live in
and I wouldn’t change it in anyway.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dance Mephisto
Wir wollen das bse
Das unendlich bse
Lieben auch die angst
Solang sie uns nicht trifft
Wir wollen die vernichtung,
Exzentrische verdichtung,
Des seichten, dmlich sflen,
Mgen unsere nachbarn nicht.
Wer hilft dabei?
Wer steht uns bei?
Wer hlt den tanz uns frei?
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Wenn dich erst der teufel packt
So bist du ausgelifert nackt.
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Tanz fr uns und tu als wär dabei.
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto nichts dabei
Halt den tanz fr uns frei.
Dunkelbrauner grtel und dunkelbraune schuh
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto am rcken wohlgeschnrt
Das strenge hemd dazu
Dann erklingen auf und nieder
Alte weisen wieder
Jede halle unserer anstalt
Erhellt durch unsere lieder
Wer hilft dabei?
Wer steht uns bei?
Wer hlt den tanz uns frei?
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Wenn dich erst der teufel packt
So bist du ausgelifert nackt.
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Hit them with your rhythm stick
Vollstrecke deinen psychotrick
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Nimm die tnzerin Im takt
Bis es in den speakern knackt
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Schlag mit deinem pferdefu
Go on with your bhnenshow
Halt den tanz fr uns frei!
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Halt den tanz fr uns frei!
song performed by by Falco
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 9)
Jesus saw a man, blind since birth;
His disciples asked Him, ‘Rabbi,
By whose sins was the man born blind-
His own sins or that of parents’? ’
So, Jesus answered them, ‘Neither.
It is so that the works of God
Be manifested through the man.
The day is meant for all to work;
The night is for slumber and rest.’
‘While in this world, I am the light.’
Then Jesus spat on ground near-by
And mixed the clay with saliva;
He smeared the clay over man’s eyes
And said, ’ Go wash in Siloam Pool! ’
The man did so and got vision.
The beggar was able to see!
The neighbors saw and then remarked,
‘Isn’t this the beggar who was blind? ’
The beggar replied, ‘Yes, I am! ’
They asked, ‘How were your eyes opened? ’
The man described the whole story.
They asked him, ‘Where is Jesus now?
The beggar said, ‘I do not know.’
They brought the man to Pharisees;
Now Jesus did the miracle,
On Sabbath day and all knew that.
The Pharisees queried the man;
They said, ‘This man is not from God!
He does not keep the Sabbath-day.
How can a sinful man do signs?
They asked the beggar’s opinion;
He told them, ‘He is a prophet! ’
The Jews summoned his parents then
And enquired about their son;
His parents said, ‘He was born blind.’
But they didn’t know how he saw then.
They neither knew the healer’s name;
They told them to ask the beggar.
His parents were afraid of Jews;
If anyone believed Jesus,
And acknowledged Him, Messiah,
They were expelled from synagogue.
They called the beggar once again,
And asked him to give praise to God,
For, Jesus was a sinner great!
The man replied, ‘I do not know
If Jesus is a sinner great;
One thing was true that I was blind
And Jesus helped to make me see, ’
They asked him for more details then;
The beggar lost his cool and said,
‘Do you wish to be disciples? ’
They ridiculed the beggar-man
And said, ‘We are Moses’ disciples!
We don’t know where Jesus is from? ’
The man answered them quite bravely,
‘Isn’t it amazing that although,
You do not know who Jesus is,
Yet, He had made me to see then? ’
‘God does not listen to sinners;
If one’s devout, God listens then.
So far no one had given sight
To man who was blind, since his birth.’
‘If Jesus did not come from God,
He wouldn’t do miracles like this.’
They told the man, ‘You’re born in sin;
So, do not try to preach to us.
They drove the beggar-man away!
Then Jesus heard of incident;
He found the beggar-man and asked,
‘Do you believe in Son of Man? ’
He queried, ‘Who is he, tell me
So that, I may believe in Him.’
Then Jesus said, ‘You have seen Him;
The one speaking to you is He! ’
The man believed and worshipped Him.
Then Jesus said, ‘I came in here,
Into this world for judgment just,
And make ones who couldn’t see, to see,
And those who see become so blind.’
Some Pharisees who heard him said,
‘Surely we’re blind, are we not then? ’
Jesus told them, ‘If you were blind,
You wouldn’t have sins, but as you see,
Your sin remains and you are blind! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-23-2007
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If You Had A Friend
If you had a friend strong, simple, true,
Who knew your faults and who understood;
Who believed in the very best of you,
And who cared for you as a father would;
Who would stick by you to the very end,
Who would smile however the world might frown:
I'm sure you would try to please your friend,
You never would think to throw him down.
And supposing your friend was high and great,
And he lived in a palace rich and tall,
And sat like a King in shining state,
And his praise was loud on the lips of all;
Well then, when he turned to you alone,
And he singled you out from all the crowd,
And he called you up to his golden throne,
Oh, wouldn't you just be jolly proud?
If you had a friend like this, I say,
So sweet and tender, so strong and true,
You'd try to please him in every way,
You'd live at your bravest -- now, wouldn't you?
His worth would shine in the words you penned;
You'd shout his praises . . . yet now it's odd!
You tell me you haven't got such a friend;
You haven't? I wonder . . . What of God?
poem by Robert William Service
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Before I Die
If I was to die next week
I wouldn't try to weap
I wouldn't try to cry
I wouldn't try to have hatred inside me
Before I die
I will pray to the Lord to forgive everybody's sins
And people to have a long, happy, and healthy life
I would pray to the Lord hoping that life will never ruin anybody
If life was to ruin someone, I would want it to ruin me
Before I die
I will spent my time talking to my friends and smile
I wouldn't try to put an angry frown on my face
I will forgive people even if they did something really disgraceful
Because it burdens me when I don't forgive someone
Before I die
I would try to make people around me happy
I would want people to view the world as if there's more kindness and less greediness
I would want the people to forgive easily and let their enemies become their friends
I would want the people around me to laugh a lot before I die
Before I die
I would make everything in peace
So in peace as if life couldn't get any better
People will laugh more instead of cry more
People will smile instead of frowning more
I want people to be optimistic
Before I die
I would want people to find the good things about other people and themselves
I would want the people not to judge others too quickly
I would want people to understand others even it's annoying them
I want the people to be patient and not be so greedy.
If some of these wishes came true
I would die peacefully
When I die
I hope people wouldn't show their tears
I hope I could die with a smile
And I hope that whatever I left behind
Will be something that I could remember when I look from Heaven.
Forgive Me
Forgive Me"
Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I felt like I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to keep those words from you
Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never meant to hurt you
song performed by by Evanescence
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No Regrets
Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged
I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother
I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead
Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead
song performed by by Robbie Williams from I've Been Expecting You
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No Regrets
Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged
I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother
I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead
Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead
song performed by by Robbie Williams from Ego Has Landed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Even Angels Grow Old and Forgetful
I remember being asked to go to Galilee
To break the good news to a young lady.
I told her what the Lord had told me
And of future things He could foresee.
Well, Joseph heard, he blew his top
His fears and doubts I had to stop.
He eventually calmed down
After a huff, a puff, and a frown.
Some say he was born in December
But I distinctly remember
Spring was in the air
And I felt like a child at a fair.
There was much revelry at the inn
Where the happy father had been.
Even the shepherds joined in
A rowdy lot, making such a din.
I still had one or two things to do
I am his Guardian Angel, you know.
I heard that the Magi were on their way
And Herod, the children wished to slay.
All this happened two thousand years ago
I was young then and always on the go.
The Lord had lots of business to go through
He relied on me to do his will just so.
I am thinking of retirement now
It is time for me to take a bow.
You see, I am old, my memory gone to pot
Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don’t.
Did I say Spring was in the air?
And something about a fair?
I can’t really remember
Perhaps it was December.
poem by Isam Hussain
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Miracles
I am a miracle.
Didn't you know?
But when you look from the outside,
One wouldn't think so.
Look into my heart
And you will find him there;
The one with the secrets.
I am a miracle.
Haven't you heard?
The man of great dreams
First told me the word;
Miracles! Miracles!
Never expected!
From the scars in his hands
Set free! Protected!
You can be a miracle.
Haven't they told?
Become born again
And beside him grow old.
Look into your heart.
Search for him there.
And speak to the man with the secrets.