We have perfected the art of not talking to each other
we have perfected the art
of not talking to each other
suckerface
we reach out to each other
only in telepathy
sending hell to each other
and when we do pass each other
it is more than
a graveyard can hold
the coffins overturn with
their untold tales and lies
each grave, chilly and quiet,
gnaws at the soul like worms
festering on the privacy of corpses
tidal waves churn in places
only the inhabitors know where
devilish corals, fangtooth,
blobfish, stonefish, sea wolves,
vipers, snakeheads, granadiers,
slimy slippery monster eels
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we have perfected the art
of not talking to each other
suckerface
we reach out to each other
only in telepathy
sending hell to each other
and when we do pass each other
it is more than
a graveyard can hold
suckerface
the coffins overturn
with untold tales and lies
tidal waves churn in places
only the inhabitors know where
urchins, sharks, seasnakes, devilish
corals, slimy slippery eels
suckerface
each grave, cold and quiet,
gnaws at the soul like worms
festering on the privacy of corpses
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Suckerface
Bringing back the time cause we know youre special.
And we think you know youre wrong.
Bringing back the time cause we know your special
And we think you know youre wrong.
Suckerface youre special.
Chorus:
Do you believe yourself
Its not science.
Do you hide from your reflection?
Do you believe yourself to be
The one who walks the right track.
Raised by the queens your mother made.
So how does that make you a human god?
And all the ladies want you,
And sometimes gentlemen too.
And still we think you know youre wrong.
Suckerface youre special.
Chorus
Bringing back the times cause we know youre special,
And we think you know youre wrong.
Suckerface youre special.
song performed by by Orgy
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Telepathy
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
It threads right through the airways,
On a long magnetic tube,
Then joins into your brainwaves,
Sees everything you do,
It is no science or miracle,
There is no place to hide,
Oh, when we have telepathy,
There will be no more lies.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Project electric fibres from your mind to the sky,
Direct it to a martian,
And tell him why you cry,
Or send it to the childrern on earth,
They have no one,
And alter your telepathy into magnetic sun.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Mentally,
Telepathy,
We can be
A unity.
Feel my thoughts,
Guide and surround you,
Free your sorrow,
Feed your soul,
Heal tommorow,
No more shadows.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Mentally,
Telepathy,
We can be
A unity.
song performed by by Kinks
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The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun.
quote by Jan Neruda
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Tidal Wave Moonbeams
Tidal waves fractured
fullmoonbeams
into silver slivers
while dewdrops slippery
gathered in new
ladies' slippers
poem by Saiom Shriver
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From The Grave
I'm Walking
through a graveyard
late one night
Not feeling quiet right
I feel like
I'm not really here
I can't feel my heart beating
Then something grabs me
from a grave
I say
Who the hell are you
They say
I am you
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Quiet Warrior
Standing in a circle the wolves have come
But they wont bother her, no
cause dancing with her hands of leaves shell sing for them
And ease their hungerin
Shes a quiet warrior.
Standing at the oceans stoney shores
The waves all worship her
She stands in trust and lets the night swallow her
Because she knows that shes a piece of the sun
And a quiet warrior.
You ask her where from the wind blows
Shell say its how the sky sings
And you ask her how does the sun rise
Shell say cause you desire it to be seen
And you ask her how does she make your heart fly
And shell tell you, you know why
Shes your quiet warrior.
Ravens they rest on his golden crown
And steal your soul
He smiles and it feels like youve known him
Yes it feels like coming home
Hes a quiet warrior.
And roaring silently hes a lion
And hell hunt for you
His eyes are warm because his hands they are made of light
And they seduce your soul
Hes a quiet warrior.
You ask him where from the wind blows
He says that the earth breathes
And you ask him how does the sun rise
Hell say that shes got wings
And you ask him how does he make your heart fly
And hell tell you, you know why
Hes your quiet warrior.
Transcribed by dan stark
song performed by by Jewel
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The Purpose...
i have never explained to you
what goodbye meant
when i left you, it was raining
you want to hold my hand, but it was slippery
there was running water in my palm
my eyes were blinded by mist
i have still all the explanations
but still i must keep them and
bring these all to my grave
buried there with me...
it was not that i lack the love
that was all reserved for you
always remember that....there is nothing
that fulfills me
my emptiness is an ocean without fish
inside are the glaciers of cold thoughts
your boat on fragile sails deserves a better sea
calm and clean and clear
where corals nest where fish are abundant
i have no regret having loved you and left you
you are happy now, my departure has served
so well the purpose with which it was done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Journey Of Honing Words And Wasps...
i hone myself, and i honing i am honed,
like a drone like one drowning drone who wants to master the art of
drinking water, he must have to drown himself first
or even die,
but that will not be the end of it,
dying does not end,
it gives you a start, an upstart of what lies ahead
perhaps
a new beginning, but let us pretend that we do not die
we just hone and keep honing until the honing is perfected
until we become nothing but honers of this craft of living life
like
crazy drones that drown themselves in the water to drink the
whole ocean of thirst and hunger
do not think that i want you to feel what death is and make you
understand about it,
i am just talking and keep on talking to myself because
i want to hone myself into dying, because dying does not actually die itself but simply keeps on dying
until it gets perfected.
and how is it to be perfect? continue talking, i am tired and
i am still as broken as you are.
do you see wasps in the air?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Going Out To Enjoy The Faces Of Nature
summer. do not sell me books
i have enough of books.
i am going for a swim
bringing my girl.
i will go naked then
up and down. we are going
diving, seeing not just corals
we go for black urchins and
electric eels.
we go bubbling and
taking deep breaths
upstream. you ask me why?
well, this is summer and i am
not reading books.
i will be kissing the beautiful
faces of nature.
and since this is summer
motherfucker, i must do it well.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Graveyard In The Sky Ii
Dad's, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, brother, sisters, aunt, and Uncles died at their home here on earth some time ago
And then they were all buried in the graveyard in the sky
But there in the sky nobody steals the grave in the graveyard
Also there are trees in the graveyard in the sky and flowers inthe garden
But the road that takes to the graveyard in the sky is paved
And sometimes you will see the memonights in their horse carriages Passing by
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Graveyard In The Sky
Dad's, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, brother, sisters, aunt, and Uncles died at their home here on earth some time ago
And then they were all buried in the graveyard in the sky
But their in the sky nobody steals the grave in the graveyard
Also there are trees in the graveyard in the sky and flowers inthe garden
But the road that takes to the graveyard in the sky is paved
And sometimes you will see the memonights in their horse carriages Passing by
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Great Misgiving
'NOT ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread;
Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell:
Life is a feast, and we have banqueted--
Shall not the worms as well?
'The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,
And void the places where the minstrels stood,
Differs in nought from what hath been before,
And is nor ill nor good.'
Ah, but the Apparition--the dumb sign--
The beckoning finger bidding me forgo
The fellowship, the converse, and the wine,
The songs, the festal glow!
And ah, to know not, while with friends I sit,
And while the purple joy is pass'd about,
Whether 'tis ampler day divinelier lit
Or homeless night without;
And whether, stepping forth, my soul shall see
New prospects, or fall sheer--a blinded thing!
There is, O grave, thy hourly victory,
And there, O death, thy sting.
poem by William Watson
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Lifes An Ocean
Lifes an ocean
Lifes an ocean
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Dragging me down
Dragging me down
Living for today, dont have time to pray
Living for today, dont have time to pray
Ready for the game
Ready for the game
Take a line of fickle flame
Take a line of fickle flame
Imagine the future
Woke up with a scream
Imagine the future
I was buying some feelings
Woke up with a scream
From a vending machine
I was buying some feelings
Say that I will see
From a vending machine
Something more than I have
Say that I will see
Theres something inside of me
Something more than I have
Crying out for something else
Theres something inside of me
And if someone hears my scream
Crying out for something else
Put it in a letter to me
And if someone hears my scream
Slippery slimy road down
Put it in a letter to me
Slippery slimy road down
Lifes an ocean too much commotion
Not enough emotion to satisfy me
Lifes an ocean too much commotion
Slippery slidy road down
Its slippery slidy road down
Not enough emotion to satisfy me
Hold my hand and well walk down
Slippery slidy road down
Dry those eyes and well walk down
Its slippery slidy road down
Slippery slidy road down
Lifes an ocean, lifes an ocean
Hold my hand and well walk down
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Dry those eyes and well walk down
Slippery slidy road down
Lifes an ocean, lifes an ocean
Too much commotion, too much emotion
song performed by by Verve
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Lifes An Ocean
Lifes an ocean
Lifes an ocean
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Dragging me down
Dragging me down
Living for today, dont have time to pray
Living for today, dont have time to pray
Ready for the game
Ready for the game
Take a line of fickle flame
Take a line of fickle flame
Imagine the future
Woke up with a scream
Imagine the future
I was buying some feelings
Woke up with a scream
From a vending machine
I was buying some feelings
Say that I will see
From a vending machine
Something more than I have
Say that I will see
Theres something inside of me
Something more than I have
Crying out for something else
Theres something inside of me
And if someone hears my scream
Crying out for something else
Put it in a letter to me
And if someone hears my scream
Slippery slimy road down
Put it in a letter to me
Slippery slimy road down
Lifes an ocean too much commotion
Not enough emotion to satisfy me
Lifes an ocean too much commotion
Slippery slidy road down
Its slippery slidy road down
Not enough emotion to satisfy me
Hold my hand and well walk down
Slippery slidy road down
Dry those eyes and well walk down
Its slippery slidy road down
Slippery slidy road down
Lifes an ocean, lifes an ocean
Hold my hand and well walk down
Too much commotion, too much emotion
Dry those eyes and well walk down
Slippery slidy road down
Lifes an ocean, lifes an ocean
Too much commotion, too much emotion
song performed by by Verve
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The Ocean I know!
I know it to be true
That the ocean sea is blue
I know it to be true
The mountains compliment the ocean
The fountains supplement the ocean
I know it to be true
The ocean is extremely salty
Inhabited by fishes of various faculties
I know it to be true
The ocean is a source of food and minerals
Embellished with floors of pearls, shells and corals
I know it to be true;
That infinite battles have been fought
Across stormy tidal and calmly ocean waves
Where slaves have been sold and bought
With freedom won not merely by a simple handshake
I know it to be true;
That down below is an amazing picture
Of many a wonderful sea creature
That fishermen, endlessly try to capture
What about the water sports being featured?
Swimming, diving, boating, and waterskiing
All written excitingly in the oceans scripture
Still the ocean sometimes doesn’t know how to behave
When they come marching, those ginormous tidal waves!
All those present become a slave to its oceanic graves
And yet I know it to be true
If we shave all the water of the oceans carpet
Living will not be worth it on this planet!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hold Me
It's you that
I run to
Whenever I need to
Darling, you console me
When trouble surrounds me
When bad times have found me
Just reach out your arms and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Darling please take me
In your arms of safety
Reach out your arms
And hold me
Hold me
When my feelings are showing
When my tears are flowing
Just reach out
Reach out and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
You know all of my needs
You fill them completely
You know
That you control me
I depend on
Your lovin'
Without you
I'm nothin'
So reach out
Your arms and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Darling please take me
In your arms of safety
Reach out you arms
And hold me
Hold me
When life is demanding
When I need understanding
Reach out
Reach out and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Swamp
There's a swamp at the end your bed, he said,
at the end of my bed there's a swamp.
My daddy told me so, he did
whenever I wouldn't stay in bed.
There's a swamp at the end of your bed.
The swamp at the end of my bed
is filled with icky worms,
they squirm about and wriggle.
They're horrible, slippery worms, they are
They're horrible, slippery worms.
Still, I stole my daddy's boots last night,
I stole my daddy's boots
and when the hand strikes 12 O'clock
down to the end of the bed, I'll go
to the end of the bed, to the end of the bed,
down to the very edge.
Down in the quagmire's inners
lurk monsters, big and bold,
maybe an odd old leather boot
has fallen, so I'm told.
It will be such fun to explore it,
the swamp that seeps through the floor.
My daddy thinks I'll stay in my bed,
but staying in bed is a bore, I say
staying in bed is a bore.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sea of Sadness
Alone admonishing the sea
tidal waves surge forcebly.
Eyes unable to behold,
the unforgetable remains
untold.
Boundless energy lying deep
perhaps awaiting beauty sleep.
Sad sensations invading view
reflections silently return to
blue.
poem by Heather Burns
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At the graveyard (in answer to T.T. Cloete)
It's exhausting, painful with tears
there at the grave,
old ladies blow their noses and cry, old men
pass away all of the time
with surreptitiously a big argument about who
will inherit everything,
when cousins glance at each other
sometimes kiss, embrace and reach out hands.
[Reference: "Ballade van die kerkhof" (Ballade of the graveyard) by T.T. Cloete.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shockwaves
(bill wray/diana ross/mark cawley)
Bloodpressures rising
Cant catch my breath
Everytime I hear footsteps coming nearer
These strange vibrations
I cant resist
The feeling scares me so
I lose control
My head is shaking
And my knees are weak
I feel the ground moving under me
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
This strong sensation
Is burning in me
Everytime I hear you whisper in my ear
Got to have hold of my heart
Like gravity I cant try to hide it
No way to fight it
My hands are shaking
And my knees are weak
I feel the ground moving under me
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Youre sending me
Youre sending me shockwaves, shockwaves
Heaven knows I tried
To keep my sanity
But mama never told me
What a man like you could do to me
Hey shockwaves
Hey shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
Youre sending, youre sending me shockwaves
song performed by by Diana Ross
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