He's That Rascally Kind Of Yogi
He's that rascally kind of yogi
who has no sky or earth,
no hand, foot,
form or shape.
Where there's no market
he sets up shop,
weighs things
and keeps the accounts.
No deeds, no creeds,
no yogic powers,
not even a horn or gourd,
so how can he
go begging?
'I know you
and you know me
and I'm inside of you.'
When there isn't a trace
of creation or destruction,
what do you meditate on?
That yogi built a house
brimful of Ram.
He has no healing herbs,
his root-of-life
is Ram.
He looks and looks
at the juggler's tricks,
the magician's sleight-of-hand -
Kabir says, saints, he's made it
to the King's land.
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Shape Of Things To Come
Magic, logic
The system works, but not for me
Look beyond the nearest moment
And youll see
The shape of things to come
Somewhere deep in the city
I can feel you I know youre here
Baby, Im just a pussy-cat
But not a one that you should fear
One, two, always love you
One, two, move up above you
Two, two, right in the face
Yes sir, no sir, three bags full so
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Let me get you outta here
Tragic, logic
The system hurts, but not for me
I look beyond the farest moment
And I say
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Somewhere deep in the system
I can see you but youre not clear
A simple case of error correction
Come on baby, get your ass in gear
One, two, always love you
One, two, move up above you
Two, two, right in the face
Of sir, no sir, three bags full so
The shape of things to come
Let me get your outta here
The shape of things to come
Look into my eyes and Ill make your day
The shape of things to come
Good things, great things, all just same things
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
song performed by by Cher
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Put It There
Give me your hand Id like to shake it
I want to show you Im your friend.
Youll understand if I can make it clear
Its all that matters in the end.
Put it there if it weighs a ton,
Thats what the father said to his younger son.
I dont care if it weighs a ton,
As long as you and I are here, put it there.
Long as you and I are here, put it there.
If theres a fight Id like to fix it,
I hate to see things go so wrong.
The darkest night and all its mixed emotions,
Is getting lighter sing a song.
Put it ther, ...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The British ballads became a new kind of form in their hand. And out of them came the blues, a new kind of song of commentary and satire, a song form which, after all, has become the main musical form of the whole human species.
quote by Alan Lomax
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Hold my Hand
Hold my hand, I won't mind
Little effort you have to make
Pull me out of the timid bubble
Little risk I shall then take
Look out at the sky, don't let this season pass
Bare foot I want to walk with you on this wet and green grass
Long and sweet future we need to plan out
While sitting on the rock that is set just near the lake
We would sip our favorite coffee in the same old open shop
You again pull out your hanky to clean the spilled drop
You're asking me the reason, out of apprehension when I shake
One more time to hide my coyness, it's too cold I would fake
Lets tell each other the things we hid, Lets form a silver line
Whisper in my ears all your deepest secrets and I shall tell you mine
I threw a clue in the Air, grab and let the silence break
My patience is eager to hear from you, hold my hand it says
poem by Khushbeen Kaur
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Remember
The heart is deceitful above all things
And beyond cure, who can understand it?
The words it speaks or the songs it sings
Just to achieve what it sees for it fit?
'Tis the Lord that searches the heart,
'Tis he that examines the mind,
And weighs the souls of all art,
In the palm of his right hand
He rewards us according to our conduct,
According to all of our deeds-
Are they a good product,
The fruits of our seeds?
In the days of our youth,
Let us remember our creator,
Dedicating our every breath,
To him our sin's vindicator.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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The Quality Of God
In torn dress a poor boy,
Was standing near a shop,
Greeding eyes of this boy,
Bare footed, seeking joy in the shop.
The shop was full of rich people,
There was selling garments and shoes,
Toys too, something in the shape of apple,
People were in fine dress and shoes.
Nobody paid heed at this boy,
And his eyes were tearful,
All were busy in buying toys,
But boy was standing thoughtful.
A lady came there who had bright eyes,
Accompanied the boy and entered the shop,
Bought for him garments, shoes and toys,
Buying all they left the shop.
Lady put her hand on his head,
'Go now' said with love,
Boy smiled and turned up his head,
' Are you God? ' asked with love.
She replied with smiling face,
'I'm His slave not God.'
Answered the boy with confidence,
'I knew that you must belong to God.'
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Wit is the most rascally, contemptible, beggarly thing on the face of the earth.
quote by Arthur Murphy
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Shape Me Like A Man
Spark my body into existence
Breath your life into me
Fill these eyes with temptation
Work your mystery
Make me in the image you desire
Raise me up from the earth
Let me be your creation
Women, give me birth
Take me in your hands
And shape me like a man
Shape me like a man
Put this broken body in motion
With a strong and natural drive
Fill my flesh with sensation
Women let me know Im alive
Take me in your hands
And shape me like a man
Shape me like a man
Like a man
Shape me like a man
Like a man
Shape me like a man
Like a man
Take me in your hands
And shape me like a man
Like a man
Shape me like a man
Like a man
Like a man
Shape me like a man
Like a man
Shape me like a man
Make me like a man
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Down the Sweet Shop
The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Video Shop
The local factorys been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, kenny
When suddenly the penny dropped
While all of my brothers are sitting at home
Ive got a bank loan and Ive opened up my very own
Video shop
Video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf
And if youve got a fantasy
For a small rental fee
You can set yourself free
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
Ive got a bootleg version of citizen kane
A second hand copy of psycho
Ive taped them off the telly so you shouldnt complain
And theres no guarantee youll get your money back again
From my video shop
My video shop
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape
To relieve your situation
If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show
cos everybody knows almost anything goes
At my video shop
At my video shop
One fifty a day and Ill fly, fly you away
Its nothing to pay to fly far, far away
I can help you through that lonely night
Ive got technicolour, black and white
I can guide you through those empty days
Make you smile and take your blues away
O let me fly you away
At my video shop
Fly, fly you away
Another factorys been knocked down
But nobody ever complains
And all of my brothers are customers now
We all play video games
I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives
If theyre bored and they feel like a change
I do sales, rentals, even a swop
And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
And everyone who walks in through that door
Has got something that theyre looking for
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
song performed by by Kinks
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On Refusal Of Aid Between Nations
Not that the earth is changing, O my God!
Nor that the seasons totter in their walk,—
Not that the virulent ill of act and talk
Seethes ever as a winepress ever trod,—
Not therefore are we certain that the rod
Weighs in thine hand to smite thy world; though now
Beneath thine hand so many nations bow,
So many kings:—not therefore, O my God!—
But because Man is parcelled out in men
To-day; because, for any wrongful blow
No man not stricken asks, “I would be told
Why thou dost thus;” but his heart whispers then,
“He is he, I am I.” By this we know
That our earth falls asunder, being old.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Are creeds such simple things like the clothes which a man can change at will and put on at will? Creeds are such for which people live for ages and ages.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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Judge men by their deeds, not be their creeds.
Seaweed Shovelling Song
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Green weed, red weed, still alive and dead weed
Lying in a pile on the shore
Brown weed, pink weed, smelly kind of stink weed
Who on earth could ask for more!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Dry weed, wet weed, aint-been-troubled-yet weed
Glinting in the morning sun
Thin weed, thick weed, slimy kind of slick weed
Every bucket weighs a ton!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling man!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Poetics
I look for the way
things will turn
out spiralling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in
so that the birch tree white
touched black at branches
will stand out
wind-glittering
totally its apparent self:
I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape on paper -- though
that, too -- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours.
poem by Archie Randolph Ammons
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Shop, she shops!
Once she constantly smiled
Bought cloths and jewelry that gave her style
Shop, shop, shop
She shopped till she dropped
Shop, shop, shop
She just could not seem to stop
Her credit was on top
Her spending way rocket up
She paid with cash or credit card
This Lady was absolutely shopping mad
Shoping malls!
Markets stalls!
Shoes, clothing, and handbags she bought all year long
Spend, spend and spend daily was her beloved song
Shop, shop, shop
She now shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
This lady has now put a stop
Today is different shopping expedition
This time spending with supervision
No more that crazy spending addiction
Her credit card is cut
Her goods seized, the whole lot
Today she spends, her pockets hurt!
She has become street wise
Haggling with each price
She has become precise
About what she needs and not what is nice
Shop, shop, shop
She shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
Her spending has taken a big drop!
This lady has now put a stop to shop!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Most Complex Of All The Symptoms Of Impossible Loving...
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of enchantment waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of enchantment waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of refinement waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of refinement waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of threshold waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of threshold waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of splendour waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of splendour waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of enchantment waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of enchantment waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of refinement waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of refinement waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of threshold waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of threshold waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of splendour waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of splendour waiting to be recovered...
SÃO PAULO_JUN/2006
poem by Hedilberto Ferreirah
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I've Just Begun (Having My Fun)
[Bonus Track]
Here is a little story that I made up
So Let's make believe
Four years ago I had a party
that was too much fun for me
Boy there's a sexy guy
He'd surely give me everything I need
Sometimes I let temptation go too far
and get the best of me
All I gotta say is
I just wanna have some fun
And I'll do it until I'm done
I'm telling you
I'm just a crazy kind of girl
I'll tell it to the world
I've just begun having my fun
Inside me there's something I found
I wanna shop around
I just begun
Don't wanna settle down
The conversation was going over 'til I turned my hair
He started touching me and kissing me
Like he didn't care
I thought at first I should go home
But then fell asleep in the chair
All I gotta say is
I just wanna have some fun
And I'll do it until I'm done
I'm telling you
I'm just a crazy kind of girl
I'll tell it to the world
I've just begun having my fun
Inside me there's something I found
I wanna shop around
I just begun
Don't wanna settle down
I'm just a crazy kind of girl
I'll tell it to the world
I've just begun having my fun
Inside me there's something I found
I wanna shop around
I just begun
Don't wanna settle down
I just wanna have a good time
I just wanna be myself
And don't let anybody tell you it's any differantly
I wanna enjoy the sunshine
And do the things that I need
To see what feels good to me
I'm just so crazy
I'm just a crazy kind of girl
I'll tell it to the world
I've just begun having my fun
Inside me there's something I found
song performed by by Britney Spears
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I've Twice Donated
Don't say you want to kiss me,
Just to feel my lips.
And to have my fingertips,
Pressed against your hips.
Don't say you want to hold me,
To get inside my mind.
To see if I will find you,
A ten and not a nine.
I'm not in the market to shop.
For someone to bed hop...
To later to be dropped.
I'm not in the market to shop.
For someone to bed hop...
Believe that or not.
It's coincidental,
You and I have met.
And there's nothing that will start,
Between us I'll regret.
I've twice...
Donated.
Don't say you want to kiss me,
Just to feel my lips.
And to have my fingertips,
Pressed against your hips.
Don't say you want to hold me,
To get inside my mind.
To see if I will find you,
A ten and not a nine.
I've twice...
Donated.
And I'm elated that this freedom is mine.
I've twice...
Donated.
And I'd be crazy just to give up my time,
To find I'd wear you out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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