Semi-Evil
Name the man who supposed he was a father of crime,
Name him the one who is semi-evil compared to the chime.
This chime is a song to the millions, the very tongue quivering
After a taste of bad weather and noise, this is bewildering!
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Australian Stockman
The sun peers o'er you wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,
Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,
Looks down, looks down, looks down on the stockyard fence;
And dark creeks rush thro' the tangled brush, when their shuddering shadows throng
Until they chime in the rude rough rhyme of the wild goburra's song.
Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song;
Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song.
The night owl to her home hath fled, to shun the glorious pomp
Of golden day she speeds away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp;
Away, away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp.
The dingo looks with a timid stare as he stealthily prowls along,
And his pattering feet in concert beat with the wild goburra's song.
Oh! let them boast their city's wealth, who toil in a dusty town;
Give me the beam on the mountain stream, and the range's dark-faced frown
The stream, the stream, and the range's dark-faced frown.
When our steed shall pass o'er the quiv'ring grass, and the crack of the sounding thong
Shall bid the startled echoes join the wild goburra's song.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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O, Time And Change, They Range And Range
O, Time and Change, they range and range
From sunshine round to thunder! -
They glance and go as the great winds blow,
And the best of our dreams drive under:
For Time and Change estrange, estrange -
And, now they have looked and seen us,
O, we that were dear, we are all-too near
With the thick of the world between us.
O, Death and Time, they chime and chime
Like bells at sunset falling! -
They end the song, they right the wrong,
They set the old echoes calling:
For Death and Time bring on the prime
Of God's own chosen weather,
And we lie in the peace of the Great Release
As once in the grass together.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Blood, Sweat and Tears
Think just think, of all the blood, sweat and tears
London has shed with the passing of years.
The dirt, dust and smog, the noise and the grime.
Poverty, slavery, squalor and crime.
Ambitions and hopes, mad schemings and fears,
Disease, depravity, vice, wines and beers,
Arts and culture can pass the test of time,
City of contrast from base to sublime.
Historical monuments, long endears,
Symbolize prestige of people and peers.
Noise of the traffic and church bells still chime,
Rags next to riches, cultures rise from slime.
Millions of people have lived, worked and died-
London remembers few only with pride.
poem by Susan Mary Robertson
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Chime Bells
Key:
Y - yodel
Ly - long yodel
Rly - really long yodel
Up on a mountain so gay and so free..huh huh
There is a young man and hes waiting there for me
Out on the lake, well drift with the tide
And hear those chime bells ring
Chime bells are ringing...y
Mockingbirds theyre singing...y
Hush, little lover...y
Up on a summers eve or eave...
Ly
Moonbeams were shining as I kissed him there. (kiss)
Nightbirds were singing and darkness filled the air
Each little star that twinkled above
Was heaven that smiled on our love
Chime bells are ringing...y
Mockingbirds theyre singing...y
Hush, little lover...y
Up on a summers eve...
Rly
Rly (faster)
Should I go faster?
Rly (even faster)
Rly (faster still, usually a capella)
(by this time your eyes are bulging)
Ly
* chime bells (y=yodeling) *
As transcribed by atz kilcher
Up on a mountain so gay and so free..
There is a young man and hes waiting there for me
Out on the lake, well drift with the tide
And hear those chime bells ring
Chime bells are ringing...y
Mockingbirds are singing...y
Hush, little lover...y
Up on a summers eve or eave...
Moonbeams were shining as I kissed him there.(swack)
Nightbirds were singing and perfume filled the air
Each little star that twinkled above
Was heaven that smiled on our love
Chime bells are ringing...y
Mockingbirds are singing...y
Hush, little lover...y
Up on a summers eve...
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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And I Will Love You
I know a place,
Not far away where the sun always shines.
You will be mine,
And Ill love you.
I know a place where the sun always shines.
You will be mine,
And Ill love you.
Church bells will chime,
And they will know you are mine.
All of the time,
I will love you.
Church bells will chime so they know you are mine.
All of the time,
I will love you.
The finest moments in my life,
Is when you say youll be my wife.
Church bells will chime,
And they will know you are mine.
All of the time,
I will love you.
Church bells will chime so they know you are mine.
All of the time,
I will love you.
Yeah, Im gonna love you.
Im gonna love you,
Im gonna love you.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Senses Working Overtime
Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
Theres straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie.
Theres fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football-shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day.
Theres food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
Its just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
But to me its very, very beautiful
(englands glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football-shaped,
Its just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And theres one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Senses Working Overtime
Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
Theres straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie.
Theres fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football-shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day.
Theres food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
Its just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
But to me its very, very beautiful
(englands glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football-shaped,
Its just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And theres one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For Baby
This song appears on seven albums, and was first released on the rocky mountain high, the countryr oads collection and reflections albums, and has also been released on the greatest hits vol 1,
Es, country classics and voice of america albums.
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your hand
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
I'll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
I'll be there when you're feelin' down
To kiss away the fears if you cry
I'll share with you all the happiness i've found
A reflection of the love in your eyes
And i'll sing you the songs of the rainbow
A whisper of the joy that is mine
And leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I'll do anything to help you understand
And i'll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky
Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.
In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.
Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.
I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Swinging Is More Than Just Dancing
One could assume that all we do is mime
It happens to be the easiest way we convey
Bodies intertwine two at a time
Two and two and two do play
Creating a loud harmonious chime
It is merely the sound created as we go astray
What we do, some consider a crime
We could never call it passé
For it creates a feeling called sublime.
poem by Emily Hunt
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Sense Working Overtime
HH
H
HHHH ey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys
H H and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep
H H safely. my, my sun is pie there's fodder for the
HH cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely
all sleep safely. and all the world is football shaped, it's
just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell, touch,
taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three,
four, five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference
'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the pleasure and
the church bells softly chime.. . .
hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the
innocents can all live slowly all live slowly my, my the
sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty one's can
all die slowly all die slowly. and all the world is
biscuit - shaped, it's just for me to feed my face and I can
see,hear, smell, touch, taste- and I've got one, two,three, four,
five sense working overtime trying to take this all in, I've got
one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime trying to taste
the difference 'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the
pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. . .
and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give
you black eyes and busses might skid on black ice but
to me it's very very beautiful (england's glory!) beautiful
(a striking beauty!) and all the world is football - shaped,
it's just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell,
touch, taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses
working overtime trying to take this all in,I've got one,two,three,
four, five senses working overtime try to tell the difference
'tween the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and there's
one, two, three, four,five senses working overtime trying to take
this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
the pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. .
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar. colin-fretless bass
backing vocals. dave - electric 12-string guitar, percussion ----
terry - drums, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge
song performed by by Xtc
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Mystic Song Of Love
When Thy Song flows through me
everything's as it should really be
One does not have much choice
when all one hears is Thy voice
In the silence of my inner mind
You come whispering like a chime
Thy Song of Love is a Divine melody
lifting me up to where I ought to be
Now and then I feel Thy presence in my heart
letting me know that we are never really apart
You dispel my ignorance with Thy light
making all before me seem very bright
It would be a shame if I didn't pay any heed
because it's a fact of life I am always in need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note:
Originally titled 'Song Of Love' written in 1993
poem by George Krokos
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For Baby (For Bobbie)
Ill walk in the rain by your side
Ill cling to the warmth of your hand
Ill do anything to keep you satisfied
Ill love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
Ill be there when youre feelin down
To kiss away the fears if you cry
Ill share with you all the happiness Ive found
A reflection of the love in your eyes
And Ill sing you the songs of the rainbow
A whisper of the joy that is mine
And leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
Ill walk in the rain by your side
Ill cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
Ill do anything to help you understand
And Ill love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
song performed by by John Denver
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Spring Greeting
From the German of Herder.
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
Floateth a lovely chiming.
Thou magic bell, to many a fell
And many a winter-saddened dell
Thy tongue a tale of Spring doth tell,
Too passionate-sweet for rhyming.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring,
Float in the blue skies ravishing.
Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring
That's sweet, albeit fleeting.
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her greeting!
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Wanderer
Wanderer, far from his homeland,
You are poor and you are alone,
For the time, deprived of listening
To the music of mother tongue.
Yet here nature is so magnificent,
That you’re not entirely lost.
Singing birds on the trees around you –
Would you call it a foreign tongue?
Only listening to the autumn flute,
The cicadas iridescent chime;
Only noticing of the dragon-shape
Big white clouds up in the skies, -
You’ll embrace what you have inherited –
The eternal sadness and pain.
In your dreams, you’ll sail away back home
With your eyes shielded from the sun.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Morning tea
Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may
As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up
My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand
Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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When the playtime (recess) bell rings
When the playtime bell rings, it's time to cease fun,
when the playtime bell rings, it's time to grow up,
when the playtime bell rings, it's time to get serious.
When the factory whistle blows it's time to roll sleeves up,
when the factory whistle blows, it's time to pay bills
when the factory whistle blows, it's time to forego rebellious thought
When the church bells chime, it's time for commitment,
when the church bells chime, it's time to make plans
when the church bells chime, it's time to make compromise
When the death knoll tolls, it's time for regrets
when the death knoll tolls, it's time for rethinking
when the death knoll tolls, it's time for peace
poem by Jason Jackson
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The Sleigh-Bells
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
To know the bounding steeds bring near
The loved one to our bosoms dear.
Ah, lightly we spring the fire to raise,
Till the rafters glow with the ruddy blaze;
Those merry sleigh-bells, our hearts keep time
Responsive to their fairy chime.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er vale and hill,
Their welcome notes are trembling still.
'Tis he, and blithely the gay bells sound,
As his sleigh glides over the frozen ground;
Hark! He has pass'd the dark pine wood,
He crosses now the ice-bound flood,
And hails the light at the open door
That tells his toilsome journey's o'er.
The merry sleigh-bells! My fond heart swells
And trobs to hear the welcome bells;
Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er ice and snow,
A voice of gladness, on they go.
Our hut is small, and rude our cheer,
But love has spread the banquet here;
And childhood springs to be caress'd
By our beloved and welcome guest.
With a smiling brow his tale he tells,
The urchins ring the merry sleigh-bells;
The merry sleigh-bells, with shout and song
They drag the noisy string along;
Ding-dong, ding-dong, the father's come
The gay bells ring his welcome home.
From the cedar swamp the gaunt wolves howl,
From the oak loud whoops the felon owl;
The snow-storm sweeps in thunder past,
The forest creaks beneath the blast;
No more I list, with boding fear,
The sleigh-bells distant chime to hear.
The merry sleigh-bells with soothing power
Shed gladness on the evening hour.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, what rapture swells
The music of those joyous bells!
poem by Susanna Strickland Moodie
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Nostalgic wind takes me homebound
Facing strong wind and heavy rain today.
All the vessels in the harbor secured safely.
And the Tugs are in their weather-watch
in case of emergency.
Like a tigress the horrible wind comes
how soft when she is normal
chime like wind bells.
I heard a ship was calling from afar
she is heading to another port
humbly request a shelter in anchorage
until the bad weather get settled.
Though I am alert in the port
I feel like a ship in her pitching & rolling
in the deep sea.
And the the strong wind take me home.
Oh! my loved ones at shore
and I can see them waving happily.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Thank you for your lies
and what about your lies?
yes those sweet ones, beside the old wine jug
fermented, so close to the nose
so lively, those honey coated assurances,
for which i have become so alive
(never for once in my life have i danced
under the rain under the darkness of my night)
am i supposed to be angry about the way how you made me live again?
shall i speak the words of wrath
and blame you for all these awakenings?
never, never shall i remind you of those hidden truths
for whatever was it that made me alive
no matter how unfounded
have served so well its purpose
here i am, you lies have freed me
and now, wherever you search for me
i shall not be found but i may give you the hint
i am the invisible song of the sonorous wind
the chime of the star studded night
the whisper of a man's lips to the woman's ears
the silence that sleeps soundly in the middle of your breasts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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