Legend In My Spare Time
Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy
Cause I'm a Loch Ness a Loch Ness a Loch Ness monster
Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door
song performed by by Bloodhound Gang
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Loch Ness
Beautiful Loch Ness,
The truth to express,
Your landscapes are lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Fort Augustus all the way,
Your scenery is romantic...
With rocks and hills gigantic...
Enough to make one frantic,
As they view thy beautiful heathery hills,
And their clear crystal rills,
And the beautiful woodlands so green,
On a fine summer day...
From Inverneaa all the way...
Where the deer and the doe together doth play;
And the beautiful Falls of Foyers with its cystal spray,
As clear as the day,
Enchanting and gay,
To the traveller as he gazes thereon,
That he feels amazed with delight,
To see the water falling from such a height,
That his heed feels giddy with the scene,
As he views the Falls of Foyers and the woodlands so green,
That he exclaims in an ecstasy of delight -
Oh, beautiful Loch Ness!
I must sincerely confess,
That you are the most beautiful to behold,
With your lovely landscapes and water so cold.
And as he turns from the scene, he says with a sigh-
Oh, beautiful Loch Ness! I must bid you good-bye.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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A Lone Piper
A lone piper played
on the opposite side of Loch Ness.
The music from his bagpipes
drifted through the morning mist
that hung inches above the water.
The soothing notes hung in the air
serenading the monster
reported living there.
2 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Is It YOU
Is it you..
You who is the you that I know you to be
If it is you
Have you been trying to communicate
Your you...ness to me
I know I've asked
In the past
And maybe
You think I can
Clearly see
The you in the you..ness
But
It hasn't been apparent to me
Sometimes I think there is a you..ness in the you
But other times
I second and third and a hundred second guess
And I get lost in the guessing
Think about the probability
I take a step back from the you
That I thought I could see
Because, then, you aren't the you
Who is the you.. that is you
That means something
To me
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Lochness
Grey mist drifts upon the water
the mirrored surface moves
awakened of this presence
dispelling legends proof
a beastly head of onyx
with eyes of coals of fire
it's leather hide lies glistening
ascends the head ???
whoa whoa whoa(echo)
this legend lives through centuries
evoking history's memories
prevailing in eternities_
on and on and on
Lochness Confess_
your terror of the deep
Lochness distress_
?? lingers what you keep
Lochness protect monstrosity
Lochness confess to me
somehow it heeds the piper
from battlements that call
from side to side it ponders
in passion in the skull
this islands lair of mystery, mystery
contains a lost world empathy
resilient smooth discovery
on and on and on
Lochness Confess_
your terror of the deep
Lochness distress_
?? lingers what you keep
Loch Ness protect monstrosity
Loch Ness confess to me
This legend lives through centurys
This legend lives through centurys
Evoking histories memories
Evoking histories memories
???? eternity
???? eternity
your secret lies safe with me
your secret lies safe with me
your secret lies save with me
this creatures peril from ??
is lost to mankind for release
A legecy to rest in peace
on and on and on
Lochness Confess
your terror of the deep
Lochness distress_
?? lingers what you keep
Lochness protect monstrosity
Lochness confess to me
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Two-ness
I prayed to understand
God’s two-ness:
God within me said,
‘I am in you; and you in Me;
yet when I hear
the glorious sounds of singing praise,
the open heart of gratitude,
the words of wonder and of love,
and see the shining eyes,
I am the world for you;
and cast My Two-ness
like the sweet Spring rain.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Shifting Shadows
Shallow people
cast shadows,
as short as
their personalities;
under hot spotlight
noon-day sun.
Baked brains
can over boil spoil;
when heart
and mind;
are not won.
Complex competent people
cast shadows;
as long as enduring
strides, they
have heartfelt run.
Like shadows
cast celebrating dawn;
or shadows long growing
before, rich
red setting sun.
True giants
of enlightening humanity
cast giant shadows;
shaped silhouette greatness;
shading humble, weak;
and innocent folk;
attaining legendary status
of fabled Loch Ness.
Shadows still
maturing long
after final
rays hung;
sealing supernova
fated faith;
of their own
glorious setting sun.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Loch Katrine
Beautiful Loch Katrine in all thy majesty so grand,
Oh! how charming and fascinating is thy silver strand!
Thou certainly art most lovely, and worthy to be seen,
Especially thy beautiful bay and shrubberies green.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
And as I gaze upon it, let me pause and think,
How many people in Glasgow of its water drink,
That's conveyed to them in pipes from its placid lake,
And are glad to get its water their thirst to slake.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
The mountains on either side of it are beautiful to be seen,
Likewise the steamers sailing on it with their clouds of steam:
And their shadows on its crystal waters as they pass along,
Is enough to make the tourist burst into song.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
'Tis beautiful to see its tiny wimpling rills,
And the placid Loch in the hollow of a circle of hills,
Glittering like silver in the sun's bright array,
Also many a promontory, little creek, and bay.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
Then to the east there's the finely wooded Ellen's Isle,
There the tourist can the tedious hours beguile,
As he gazes on its white gravelled beautiful bay,
It will help to drive dull care away.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
The mountains Ben-An and Ben-Venue are really very grand
Likewise the famous and clear silver strand;
Where the bold Rob Roy spent many a happy day,
With his faithful wife, near by its silvery bay.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Lachin y Gair
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love;
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
Ah ! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
On chieftains long–perished my memory ponder'd,
As daily I strode through the pine–covered glade;
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was cheered by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.
"Shades of the dead! Have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night–rolling breath of the gale?"
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.
Ill–starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?
Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,
Victory crowned not your fall with applause:
Still were you happy in death's earthly slumber,
You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.
Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
Yet still you are dearer than Albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic,
To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar:
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.
poem by Byron (1806)
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Done With My Ways
Come to me!
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come and see,
My heart is open.
Please believe,
I'm done
Done
Done
Done
Done
With all the mis-erry...
Dropped,
From hope-less-ness.
Then!
But I've changed,
Mah wa-a-a-a-ays.
Yes,
Done
Done
Done
Done
Done!
Come to me!
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come and see my heart is open.
And-it-wont-be-long...
'Till-you- give-it-time,
To know you!
Come
Come
Come
Let it know you.
Come come come
Let it know you.
Come come,
And...
You will see,
I'm done
Done
Done
Done
Done
With all the misery!
Dropped from hope-less-ness,
Then!
But I'VE changed,
Mah wa-a-ays.
Done I'm done....
With mah wa-a-ays.
Yes I'm done done done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
Done I'm done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
Yes I'm done done done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Margaret
(traditional, arrangement by steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trawavas, michael pointer & fish)
For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond.
Moira anderson, eat your heart out!
You-ou--
Youll take the high road an Ill take the low road, an Ill be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love well never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond
Youll take the acid an Ill take the dope, an Ill be stoned before you
For me an my true-love, the drink waters well on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond
Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm
An row an row all for mhairis wedding
Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm an row an row all for mhairis wedding
I said you, you, you, youll take the high road
I said ill, ill, ill, Ill take the low road
On the lead guitar, from yorkshire mr. stephen rothery!
I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said ill, ill, ill, Ill take the low road
On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from aylesbury mr. peter trawavas!
I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said ill, ill, ill, Ill take the low road
On the keyboards, from dublin mr. mark kelly!
I said you, you--, youll take the high road
I said ill, ill--, Ill take the low road
On drums, per-cus-si-on, mr. michael e.t. pointer!
And a very big round of applause, for yourself, one audience tonight
It takes two!
On vocals, and percussion fish! ...
A dream fulfilled!
Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret
I said you take the high road
An Ill take the low road
An Ill be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love well never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond
Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret
The balcony: sweet ma- ma- ma- ma margaret
Say yer scottish: sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret
I said youll take the high road
An Ill take the low road
An Ill be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love well never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond!
Banks of loch lomond!
Sweet margaret
Sweet margaret
Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret!
Thank you edinburgh, good night, we shall de-fi-nite-ly return
song performed by by Marillion
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Loch Leven
Beautiful Loch Leven, near by Kinross
For a good day's fishing the angler is seldom at a loss,
For the Loch it abounds with pike and trout,
Which can be had for the catching without any doubt;
And the scenery around it is most beautiful to be seen,
Especially the Castle, wherein was imprisoned Scotland's ill-starred Queen.
Then there's the lofty Lomond Hills on the Eastern side,
And the loch is long, very deep, and wide;
Then on the Southern side there's Benarty's rugged hills,
And from the tops can be seen the village of Kinross with its spinning mills.
The big house of Kinross is very handsome to be seen,
With its beautiful grounds around it, and the lime trees so green
And 'tis a magnificent sight to see, on a fine summer afternoon,
The bees extracting honey from the leaves when in full bloom.
There the tourist can enjoy himself and while away the hours,
Underneath the lime trees shady bowers,
And listen to the humming of the busy bees,
While they are busy gathering honey from the lime trees.
Then there's the old burying ground near by Kinross,
And the dead that lie there turned into dusty dross,
And the gravestones are all in a state of decay,
And the old wall around it is mouldering away.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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It Is Not You
a broken heart is not you.
it's another heart in another body.
it's not me anymore.
it's not even the name
that you always mention
that you attach to
my memory
it is just this broken-ness
just this
that i cannot touch and kiss
just this
unleaving, without a skin or body
it is just the broken-ness
in us, and no other
a word, an idea, a concept,
a connotation that we always
speak of
or if not, that we really want to
utter
but cannot anymore
it is far from us, and yet
buried within our arms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swimming
So soothing the warm hand
which poises, glides across
the eddies of my soul
and quiets the waters there.
Your Heart dips its oars
to my deepest depths
stirring my swimming-ness.
I open my mouth like the fish
and drink you in-
huge gulps.
I swirl inside the water-spout
and fall into the ocean-ness
where we both exist
in the quiet bliss
of our contentment.
Where in life does this ocean live-
it doesn't-it contains our life
yet itself is of an other existence.
We swim in it
grateful for the fins.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Well of Loch Maree
Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
A little isle reposes;
A shadow woven of the oak
And willow o'er it closes.
Within, a Druid's mound is seen,
Set round with stony warders;
A fountain, gushing through the turf,
Flows o'er its grassy borders.
And whoso bathes therein his brow,
With care or madness burning,
Feels once again his healthful thought
And sense of peace returning.
O restless heart and fevered brain,
Unquiet and unstable,
That holy well of Loch Maree
Is more than idle fable!
Life's changes vex, its discords stun,
Its glaring sunshine blindeth,
And blest is he who on his way
That fount of healing findeth!
The shadows of a humbled will
And contrite heart are o'er it;
Go read its legend, 'TRUST IN GOD,'
On Faith's white stones before it.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Honky Tonk Dancer
Lady in red what'cha doin'?
Who the hell do you think you're foolin'?
Why you actin' so cold?
You're the angel of town you keep sayin',
"Got to work no time for playin'".
But what the others don't know.
When the clock strikes five you really come alive
forget about who you are
Forget about the week and all the bus'ness heat
Tonight you become a star
That's what you are,
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're a queenie when you take the floor.
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
star attraction that's fo' sho',
that's what you are!
Listen here, now
Monday mornin' comin' routine you're out there runnin'
Boss man likes his coffee sweet
Ain't no life for you, baby,
soon or later gonna drive you crazy
Moon lightin' ev'ry week
When the sun goes down you really come around
forget about who you are
You're a night time girl
when you're showin' all the world
Tonight you're gonna be a star
that's what you are
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're a queenie when you take the floor.
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
star attraction that's fo' sho',
Monday mornin' comin'
routine you're out there runnin'
Boss man likes his coffee sweet
Ain't no good for you, baby
Tell the man he must be crazy!
You gotta moonlight ev'ry week
When the clock strikes five you really come alive
Forget about who you are
Forget about the week and all the bus'ness heat
Tonight you become a star.
That's what you are,
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're
song performed by by 38 Special
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Justice wakes up!
'We should put out fire while it is still small'
-Kalenjin proverb, Kenya
Behold Mulundu
The hyena cannot smell it's stench
Justice finally wakes up and she's
Wearing the ill fitting affair
Of those mismatched miner's boots
And her pink tail sucks now just
Like it sucked back in the years of
Her long fossil dinosaur slumber
All along she's been snoring
Hard like an elephant in a coma
But here she rises from her deep
Sleep and she moves on slow unsteady
Hoofs like the intriguing Mokele Mbembe
And hold your breath Mulundu my brother
Hold a true friend with both hands 'cause
She prances before the cameras like this
In a brand new pair of glittering specs
But they're rose colored glasses
And they make visibility difficult
And justice pretends that she still can't see
The horrors of the prevailing injustices
Of the existence of two countries in one country
The law of an eye for an eye in that strange
Country sounds to the trained ear like
If the poor don't eat
The rich don't sleep
The eye is a coward Mu
And maybe Justice is waiting to see a revolution
Happen on the glittering streets
Of her beloved city
Then Justice will really wake to see everything reduced
To a burning hell
Glossary
Mokele Mbembe...'One who stops the flow of rivers in the Lingala language of Congo.It is a water dwelling creature of the Congo.It is similar to the Loch Ness Monster.But it is only I and a few of my trusted concubines who have actually played with it's mountain like front teeth.
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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A Monster Calls
Felicity Jones, Liam Neeson, Sigourney Weaver, Toby Kebbell, Geraldine Chaplin, Lewis MacDougall, Jennifer Lim
by Patrick Ness from A Monster Calls (2016)
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A Monster Calls [trailer 2]
Felicity Jones, Liam Neeson, Sigourney Weaver, Toby Kebbell, Geraldine Chaplin, Lewis MacDougall, Jennifer Lim
by Patrick Ness from A Monster Calls (2016)
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