Epigram On Dido
When Dido found Aeneas could not come,
She mourned in silence, Dido diddle dumb,
He sailed half-mast away demeanour glum,
demeaned, her mind inclined four fingers, thumb: -
for lex in sex sends hex, backfires when drum
not gun is wanked, unthanked man droops, the sum
of impoliteness and poor taste where mum
maid must remain without becoming mum!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Reverence
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (8x)
Maxi jazz:
Take my words and my base,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You're chasing the devil,
'cause you never lift you follow me,
For quality. and i make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
'cause this is like a modern day, hymn
For the new church.
I search for the truth.
I've got a hole in my tooth.
I'm on [?].
I'm from the street university,
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And i will find a easy way out of a hard time,
Petit crime sometimes.
But now i'm inclined to find
A fresh direction (2x)
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (4x)
Maxi jazz:
Take my words and my base,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You're chasing the devil,
'cause you never lift you follow me,
For quality. and i make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
'cause this is like a modern day, hymn
For the new church.
I search for the truth.
I've got a hole in my tooth.
I'm on [?].
I'm from the street university,
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And i will find a easy way out of a hard time,
Petit crime sometimes.
But now i'm inclined to find
A fresh direction (2x)
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (2x)
song performed by by Faithless
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Didos Lament
(h.purcell)
This is a piece, for a soprano voice, from dido and aeneas, an opera composed by henry purcell in 1681. jeff performed it live in his exhibition at meltdown festival, london, on july 1 1995.
Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me.
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Thumbs
Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Thirty is not an age for a woman anymore.
quote by Dido
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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One Step Too Far
Dido:
You can sleep forever
But still you will be tired
You can stay as cold as stone
But still you won't find peace
With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind
With you I feel I'm just spending wasting time
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I'm with you (with you)
Its always one step too far
One step too far
You can walk too far
But still you won't be found
You can look down on the world
But still you won't find love
You won't find love
Maxi Jazz:
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt,
They would immediately go out.
One swallow don't make a summer,
But tomorrow has to start somewhere.
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
One swallow don't make a summer.
Dido:
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I'm with you (with you)
It's always one step too far
One step too far
song performed by by Dido
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I like being a strong, independent woman, and to be honest, I was never afraid to be on my own.
The Page Stays White
I so want to write, but try as I might,
the words don’t come, this mind’s an empty drum.
Cells remain shut tight, ideas just won’t bite.
Brain’s full of bunkum, notions are struck dumb.
It’s an terrible plight, because the more you fight,
the less you succumb.
Not a single crumb will see the light.
I’m not sure why, quite!
But I’m feeling glum, I’m hitting a problem.
Can’t my wits be bright. My thoughts should unite
in my futile cranium, and that is saying some.
I so want to write, but the page stays white.
New poems ought to blossom, in a state of equilibrium.
But try as I might, somehow, my words seem to have taken flight.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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It's great to just disappear, grab a suitcase, switch the answering machine on and just go somewhere else.
It's great to go on your own and discover new things just for yourself, to meet new people and all that. If you're all on your own, then there is nobody there to guide you and you have to make all the decisions for yourself. It's quite liberating in a way.
I really enjoy being single again. I spent a lot of time in a relationship and the nearer we came to the end, the more difficult it got. You don't see things clearly as long as you're still involved.
Song Of One Of The Girls
Here in my heart I am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
I'm Salome, moon of the East.
Here in my soul I am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.
I'm of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So I stay at home with a book.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Thumbsucker
I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’s the truth.)
She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.
I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall
That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb
(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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One Stap Too Far (radio Edit)
(Dido)
You can sleep forever, but still you will be tired
You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace
With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind
With you I feel I'm just spending wasted time
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you (with you)
It's always one step too far
One step too far
You can whine to the bone but still you won't be full
You can look down on the world but still you won't find love
You won't find love
(Maxi Jazz)
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt,
They would immediately go out.
One swallow don't make a summer,
But tomorrow has to start somewhere.
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
One swallow don't make a summer.
(Dido)
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you
It's always one step too far
One step too far
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you
It's always one step too far
One step too far
song performed by by Dido
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Camelus Saltat
What say you, critic, now you have become
An author and maternal?--in this trap
(To quote you) of poor hollow folk who rap
On instruments as like as drum to drum.
You snarled tut-tut for welcome to tum-tum,
So like the nose fly-teased in its noon's nap.
You scratched an insect-slaughtering thunder-clap
With that between the fingers and the thumb.
It seemeth mad to quit the Olympian couch,
Which bade our public gobble or reject.
O spectacle of Peter, shrewdly pecked,
Piper, by his own pepper from his pouch!
What of the sneer, the jeer, the voice austere,
You dealt?--the voice austere, the jeer, the sneer.
poem by George Meredith
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The older you get, the more you realize you're drifting toward a direction, and sometimes your significant other drifts into an opposite direction. You can't blame anybody for it.
I also love Dido and Nelly Furtado and people who are really into their music like that. And I love Renee Zellweger.
quote by Hilary Duff
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Friday's Child
(K.J.Garside C.Gray)
........my daughter,
take her from the water.......
I laid her down.......
For she drinks from the river,
I pray forgive her,
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.
Girl a string of lovers,
Found dead beneath her,
They pulled her down,
For she drinks from the river,
I pray forgive her,
Don't let her drown,
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.
A prayer for the mind who's thread bare,
For those who dare to tread there,
Now the sun is gone,
Oh I pray for my daughter,
I pray support her,
Don't let her drown,
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.
song performed by by Queen Adreena
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Policeman G.
To Policeman G. the Inspector said:
"When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head;
If you took a wager, that would be a sin;
So you'll earn no stripes if you run them in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
To the House Committee, the Inspector said:
"'Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread,
For they bet on the steeple, and they bet on the Cup,
And the magistrates won't lock them up."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
But Policeman G., as he walks his beat,
Where ghe gamblers are -- up and down the street --
Says he: "What's the use to be talkin' rot --
If they'd make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!"
With my ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"But, begad if you start to suppress the 'shop',
Then the divil only knows where you're going to stop;
For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din,
If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"Though ye must not box -- nor shpit -- nor bet,
I'll find my way out to Randwick yet;
For I'm shtandin' a pound -- and it's no disgrace --
On Paddy Nolan's horse -- for the Steeplechase!"
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Dum Dum Diddle
I can hear how you work, practising hard
Playing night and day, woah-oh
And it sounds better now
Yes, you improve every time you play, woah-oh
But its bad
Youre so sad
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
But I think you dont know that I exist
Im the quiet kind, woah-oh
From the day when I first listened to you
Youve been on my mind, woah-oh
You dont care
Its not fair
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
song performed by by ABBA
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suffer In Silence
You say I must leave the past behind
abandon those dreams within my mind
forget all those things we'd left unsaid
circling like vultures in my head
that leave me with silence.
To blow out my torches in the night
just lay down my arms and end the fight
to pick up my heart now from the floor
remove all those chains, unlock that door
to end all this silence.
They say I should move to pastures new
remove all these thoughts I have of you
replace them with new found love instead
presume all those memories good as dead
then fill up this silence.
But what of this tender love inside
that never before felt need to hide
from critical eyes that judge my pain
should only this broken heart remain
to join you in silence.
I know that your thoughts are well inclined
you think that my destiny is blind
that all hope of love lies with your plan
I'd rather continue if I can
to suffer in silence.
poem by Neil Graham Marsden
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