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Time Carts us Away like Wheels

this shirt and me
are both wearing time
one day we all wear out
time carts us all away
like wheels that fail to
keep up with the whirls, whools
a snake shedding its skins
the rocket letting go of its spent parts

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Nothin' On

in this day and time of metal magic
we need rock and roll
we need PANTERA!
I didn't wanna touch you
since we were both sixteen
didn't wanna take you down
and show you what love means
now is the time
this is the place
get ready to take a chance
we don't have a minute to waste
ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.
You leave me breathless
when you walk by
the way you move it girl
makes you satisfy
You might be the best
that i've ever had
it's gotta be good girl
cuz it looks so bad
ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.
*guitar solo*
feels so good
makes my heart break
every time you touch me
i explode into flames
ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.

song performed by by Pantera
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Ride My Rocket

In this day and time of metal magic
We need rock and roll
We need pantera!
I didnt wanna touch you
Since we were both sixteen
Didnt wanna take you down
And show you what love means
Now is the time
This is the place
Get ready to take a chance
We dont have a minute to waste
Ride my rocket
Wear me out
Ride my rocket
Make me twist and shout
Ride my rocket
Give me all of your love
Ride my rocket
I just cant get enough.
You leave me breathless
When you walk by
The way you move it girl
Makes you satisfy
You might be the best
That Ive ever had
Its gotta be good girl
Cuz it looks so bad
Ride my rocket
Wear me out
Ride my rocket
Make me twist and shout
Ride my rocket
Give me all of your love
Ride my rocket
I just cant get enough.
*guitar solo*
Feels so good
Makes my heart break
Every time you touch me
I explode into flames
Ride my rocket
Wear me out
Ride my rocket
Make me twist and shout
Ride my rocket
Give me all of your love
Ride my rocket
I just cant get enough.

song performed by by Pantera
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The wheels of time

The wheels of time roll around,
it dosn't stop for anyone
the wheels of time, for me it's almost done.

The wheels of time rolls around,
changes me with age
the wheels of time for my life a new stage

The wheels of time roll around,
life has passed me by
the wheels of time make me want to cry.

The wheels of time roll around
so many changes they bring
the wheels of time, for me going faster than a train.

The wheels of time roll around
another day gone, another day went by,
the wheels of time, changes in my life, I'll apply.

The wheels of time roll around
changes I need to make,
the wheels of time, chances I have to take

The wheels of time roll around
closing in on me,
the wheels of time, finally I'll face it with glee.

poem by Jim Foulk
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Wearing A Shirt

It is better to wear a shirt to protect your happiness,
The wearing of an item of clothing like this one is immense.
We stagger and wait more than others, wearing shirts and trousers,
Still this happened a long time ago, once when the sea opened.
The land was for joyous fuelling, readying with swords and weapons,
By the way, it was clothing on the way home.
It was bitter so much like sour fruit, inside was a yearning,
Too late was the bereavement of a shirt.
The immense puzzle was solved on the way home,
A vehicle stuns us amazingly in the worst possible touch.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Shirt (Demo Recording)

As I walked into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It wasn't made of polyester or nylon
The label said "Made in the UK" so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and declared
"I like this shirt, I want it"
It's not the label on the shirt that you wear
It's the way that you wear it
They say it's style and breeding and culture that counts
But you can't change good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a hero
You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I declare "It's not the shirt you wear
It's the way that you wear it"
I was looking for danger, I should have taken more care
I was dressed to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my savoir fair
And she said "You're a smart looking dude
But your character's ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And I, I can't stand your attitude"
I assumed it was leading to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was made
But I was stunned by the magnitude
Of her ingratitude
I spent a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the shirt I was wearing
This romantic affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated, castrated
My masculinity dragged through the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest stuck out
like a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I looked cool but she put me down
She said "You look like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the first degree
She was totally fantabulous
Like a goddess from Greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th century femininity
She was in her own league
She was meant for me, it was destiny
Like Adam and Eve, synchronisity
She brought out the testosterone in me
Last time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly
Now I'm trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identity
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Now this cop says "It's up to you, death row or solitude
Crime of passion, you should plead 'insane'
You say you wouldn't lie, but we've just blown your alibi
We've found your shirt and it's got a blood stain"
It was the shirt you were wearing
It was the shirt you were wearing

song performed by by Kinks
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The Shirt

As I walked into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It wasnt made of polyester or nylon
The label said made in the uk so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and declared
I like this shirt, I want it
Its not the label on the shirt that you wear
Its the way that you wear it
They say its style and breeding and culture that counts
But you cant change good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a hero
You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I declare its not the shirt you wear
Its the way that you wear it
I was looking for danger, I should have taken more care
I was dressed to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my savoir fair
And she said youre a smart looking dude
But your characters ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And i, I cant stand your attitude
I assumed it was leading to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was made
But I was stunned by the magnitude
Of her ingratitude
I spent a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the shirt I was wearing
This romantic affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated, castrated
My masculinity dragged through the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest stuck out
Like a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I looked cool but she put me down
She said you look like a clown on a circus parade
Still the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the first degree
She was totally fantabulous
Like a goddess from greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th century femininity
She was in her own league
She was meant for me, it was destiny
Like adam and eve, synchronisity
She brought out the testosterone in me
Last time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly
Now Im trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identity
It wasnt me, it wasnt me, it wasnt me
Now this cop says its up to you, death row or solitude
Crime of passion, you should plead insane
You say you wouldnt lie, but weve just blown your alibi
Weve found your shirt and its got a blood stain
It was the shirt you were wearing
It was the shirt you were wearing

song performed by by Kinks
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Rocket Town

Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Every time I see you baby(hey yeah, hey yeah)
There's always a tear to be found(hey yeah, hey yeah)
This request just won't stop coming(hey yeah, hey yeah)
So come with me now(go Fred go, go Fred go)
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Every time you keep me guessing(hey yeah, hey yeah)
It's always the same run around(hey yeah, hey yeah)
Ammunition won't stop gunning(hey yeah, hey yeah)
So come with me now(go Fred go, go Fred go)
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Rocket town is a state of mind
Close your eyes, it ain't hard to find
Everytime I taste your honey
There's always a sting to be found
This suggestion won't stop buzzin'(hey yeah, hey yeah)
So come with me now(go Fred go, go Fred go)
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Let me take you down down down to rocket town
Yeah we're going down down down to rocket town
Hey yeah, hey yeah, let me take you down
Ooh hey yeah
Rocket town is a state of mind(go Fred go, go Fred go)
Close your eyes, it ain't hard to find
Rocket town is an attitude
Good for the head
Mental food(repeat)

song performed by by Right Said Fred
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The Shirt

The buttonholes were empty.
The buttons had all let go.
The shirt was now a remnant,
one he did outgrow.
The sleeves were short so he rolled them.
The plaid material was faded.
Now it was getting much too tight
as he saw his name brocaded.
The name was what she called him,
'Sonny, sonny boy.'
Her voice came back when he wore it.
It was a sound of joy.

He would have to give up wearing it
and pray that she would know
that no other shirt he'd ever wear
were what her hands did sew.
Mom. dear mom you come alive
everytime I see that shirt.
It helps me when I'm missing you.
It takes away the hurt.
Every other shirt that I have worn
could never quite replace
the feeling I get when I see it
for I see your loving face.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Snake

life is covered by a layers of skins-meaning, culture, conversational skills, talks, established education, certificates, friends, neighbours, dignity, concepts conditioned, sociality and liberty
When these skins fall off, one cannot even touch the softest metaphors of communication-light itself for success in life
A snake of life
Poisonous thin layers of knowledge of the world
Ancient wisdom comes back as a river of lost footsteps
In the forest of mindscape
A snake
Layers of skins taking off the airports of body
Now you are a man but not a human installing the humanity you yourself are longing for
A snake losing its tracking lines on earth

poem by Nyein Way
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On Her Mind

She's wearing the tee-shirt
of a band I really like
maybe that's coincidence
maybe that's alright

I keep thinking about the way
she said "I'll see you soon"
was it more than words?

I'm just tryin' to find
what's on her mind?

I don't know when I'll see her
but I'm sure that I will
its just another matter of time
some more time to kill

I can imagine so many things
her and I sometime in the spring
...something's happening

I'm just tryin' to find
what's on her mind?

[CHORUS:]

(I want peace but I don't make it
I want love but I don't give it
i want hope but I can't find it
and I want her to heal me)

she's wearing the tee-shirt
of my favorite band
I should've told her
that I was a fan

people say I should just leave it be
leave it up to destiny
but that ain't for me

I'm just trying to find
what's on her mind?

[CHORUS and outros]

song performed by by Duncan Sheik from Daylight
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Outside The Pen And Parchment

Sitting at a table
outside the Pen and Parchment
waiting for some poets to come along
to add rhyme to summer’s song.
A nice cold drink in front of me
to refresh the parts
other drinks seem to miss.
The sun was high in the sky,
everyone around was sweating,
all of them except me.
I was wearing a black suit and shirt and tie,
my trademark you could call it.
Every time they looked at me
they seem to melt a little more,
but I was cooler than my drink
that sat in front of me.

27 July 2008

poem by David Harris
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Brother Do Not Say I Am Sorry

brother
now itis time for you to wear
my shirt
my shoes
my pants

i have outgrown them
and it is time
you wear them
for they fit
you

do not say

' i am sorry'

do not tell me
you will escape from the pattern of our tradition
you shall step
into my shoes into all that i have and own and you must fit in

that is the law that is the rule of our ancestry
and you shall not break it
until we all die
until you die yourself inside the coffin of our father

as i will, without so much complaining
so you must
in the name of our tradition

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Believe

When I was young and full of grace
And spirited--a rattlesnake.
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
Youre on your honor not to tell
I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, theres the key,
Your adventure for today, what do you do
Between the horns of the day?
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and give and take
And foolish said my fool awake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
Youre on your honor, on your honor
Trust in your calling, make sure your callings true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule golden words make, practice practice makes perfect,
Perfect is a fault, in fault lies change
I believe my humors wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and full of grace
As spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
Youre on your honor not to tell
I believe in example
I believe my throat hurts
Example is the checker to the key
I believe my humors wearing thin
And I believe the poles are shifting
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in

song performed by by REM
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Rocket Man

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time...

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Wheels Of Life

The wheels of life are turning so much faster
The restless hands of time pass me by
There are dreams Ill never live to see
But as long as you believe in me
Ill still feel them on the way
As I take life day by day
Oh the wheels of time are turning so much stronger
The blues of days gone by weigh me down
But maybe love will come to rescue me
And Ill never set you free
Like the sea runs to the shore
Ive come back yo you once more
The wheels of life
The wheels of life
The wheels of life
The wheels of life keep turning round and round
And if I should only have one tomorrow
Its a lifetime if I knew
I could spend that day with you
Ooh, the wheels of love will turn my world forever
I want you in my arms for all time
And maybe love will come to rescue me
And Ill never ever set you free
Like the sea runs to the shore
Ill love you forever more
The wheels of life
The wheels of life
The wheels of life
The wheels of life keep turning round and round
The wheels of life
The wheels of life keep turning so much faster
The wheels of life are turning so much stronger

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Rocket Ride

Lady space, you like the way
I make you feel inside
Take a rocket ride
From the start you wanted to fly
I got the rocket and you want the ride
Take a rocket ride
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Lady space, you better wake up fast
Countdown is comin on
Take a rocket ride
The gravity that used to hold you down
Just dont exist no more
Take a rocket ride
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Come on, grab a hold of my rocket
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Baby wants it fast, baby wants a blast
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Babys on her knees, baby wants to please
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride
Babys on her knees, baby wants to please
She wants a rocket ride, she wants a rocket ride

song performed by by Kiss
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by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors

and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them

Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you

And you love
Her

When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting

this time
the pain is stronger
too

it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure

wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing

naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed

this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously

the soul demands
no bodies as masks

and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks

tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands

some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Spaces Some Silences

by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors

and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them

Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you

And you love
Her

When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting

this time
the pain is stronger
too

it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure

wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing

naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed

this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously

the soul demands
no bodies as masks

and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks

tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands

some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dr Surds Rocket

Heres a story about a bad guy
Who you may not have heard.
Hes mean, evil and ugly and he also is a robot
And his name is dr surd.
With julia operatin quest world
And lorenzo goin mad,
Hell put poke-balls in his aerodactyl plane
And make leave makin me look bad.
(chorus)
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Race and dadll kick his ass in.
Estella and hadji fight real poke-tough.
Me and jessie will fight good with evil
And make him feel like a jigglypuff.
Lorenzos arbokll kill you
And julias mewtwoll drive you insane.
Dr surds pidgeot will blind you like mad
And put you in his aerodactyl plane.
(chorus)
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Sometimes I feel like I wanna kick his ass in.
It happens all the time.
Once I heard he was goin round in circles
And talkin in rhyme.
The surd squad have so many pokemon,
You can barely count them all.
Lorenzo told us in total,there were 24.
With julia, hes standin tall.
Dr surd is crazy.
He is nowhere.
I know for one,
The surd squads square.
(chorus)
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.
Its dr surds rocket.

song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Pond Water Life

Ponds are in the country of sin,
Loads of partners of crime,
Salt in the waters of slime,
Just in the end it is kin.
Carts are managed by tin,
Avoid the lady of time,
Afford a payment of the same,
Forever, the carts are folding in.
But when does the folly stop,
If it did help me not,
If it was sorry for itself?
When the foe was the top,
Where he gave us a lot
Of the ten minutes enough.

poem by Naveed Akram
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