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Embrace Noir

I go back to the scene where the two men embrace
& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.

They jerk around the apartment like that
holding on to each other, their cheeks

almost touching. One is shirtless, the other
wears a suit, the one in the suit came in through a window

to steal documents or diamonds, it doesn't matter anymore
which, what's important is he was found

& someone pulled a gun, and now they are holding on,
awkwardly dancing through the room, upending

a table of small framed photographs. A chair
topples, Sinatra's band punches the air with horns, I

lean forward, into the screen, they are eye-to-eye,
as stiff as my brother & me when we attempt

to hug. Soon, the gun fires and the music
quiets, the camera stops tracking and they

relax, shoulders drop, their jaws go slack
& we are all suspended in that perfect moment

when no one knows who took the bullet--
the earth spins below our feet, a blanket of swallows

changes direction suddenly above us, folding
into the rafters of a barn, and the two men

no longer struggle, they simply stand in their wreckage
propped in each other's arms.

poem by Nick Flynn
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I Cant Stand Still

I know you love me
You know I love you too
You know I always will
No matter what you do
You say you havent got another lover
You say you only want to make the scene
Then you try to keep it under cover
What does that mean?
And baby, I cant stand still (while hes holding you)
I cant stand (while hes kissing you)
So we got a little problem, baby:
How to put together love and work
If I could figure out that one, darlin
I could save us from a world of hurt
I remember when we walked together
Makin love on a summer night
Guess we thought that it would last forever
We were all right
But baby, I cant stand still (while hes holding you)
I cant stand still (while hes touching you)
I can take it if you need some freedom
Understand it if you miss your friends
Dont you ever try to think of me some
You never tell me where youve been
You say you havent got another lover
You say you only want to make the scene
Then you try to keep it under cover
What does that mean?
And baby, I cant stand still (while hes holding you)
I cant stand still (while hes kissing you)
And baby, I cant stand still (while hes holding you)
I cant stand still (while hes touching you)
I cant stand still

song performed by by Don Henley
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Early Morning Poetry

a gray cat so gentle
sleeping beside my easy chair

soft wind enters the window
from the far mountain

the white silky curtains
by the window
sway to the direction of the wind

a red rose blooms on the side
of the limestone wall

horse grazing on the grassy plain
a white dog runs toward a wooden gate

a car stops on the yard near the veranda of this old house
a brother from far announces his arrival

hot coffee and pancakes on the table
fumes of white rice and smoke from the grilled fish

faint classical Mozart music plays on the cassette
light from the sun penetrating the screen of the dining window

a black and white family picture on top of the family piano
grandpa on his military uniform as mother carries father on her arms

memories flood the room and words keep creeping like worms
i want to say that there are no termites on this house but that would be a lie.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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broken and Numb.

She knows these are her
Last moments with her still
Born babe knows they'll take
The babe away and leave
Her arms empty like the
Cradle at home standing
In the nursery especially
Prepared with the wallpaper
Chosen and the new carpets
Laid and she hugs the babe
Close to her breasts tries to
Bring warmth to the lifeless
Bundle wrapped in a white
Blanket and we'll be back in
A while the nurse had said
and she left the small room
and the door clicked shut
With a small click and she
Walks the room rocking
The babe feeling the weight
Sensing her child there her
Flesh and blood and she
Wants to breathe life into
The tiny lungs want to see
Movement wants there to
Be a miracle to shock them
To say look there is life you
Must have been mistaken
But no matter how hard she
Breathes or rocks the babe
No life comes no movement
No miracle of miracles and
Out of the window as she passes
The trees have that winter
Bareness the sky the greyness
Of cannon smoke and a little
Way off a woman laughs a
Vacuum machine is turned
On and a baby cries but not
Hers for hers is silent unmoving
Becoming cold and stiff and
She kisses the pale cheek the
Forehead seeks out the small
Uncrutching hands the tiny
Curved fingers and holding
The babe up tight against her
She doesn't want the separation
To come doesn't want the nurse
To take away the babe in her
Arms but she knows the minutes
Tick away and the nurse will
Come and the empty arms will
Leave her broken and numb.

poem by Terry Collett
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Perfect Circle

Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winners paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room

song performed by by REM
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Little Man Syndrome

He is though a very short man
To the world he must always prove himself
Tired of woman laughing when he walks by
And hates it when children calls him an elf.
When other man talks he always shouts
When other men walks he has to run
As though his disease his known to himself
As what he has is the little man syndrome.
So he goes out and buys himself a bike
And then buys a pair of high heel boots
He wants people to think he is truly a man
He even sometimes wears a small boys suit.
He has a short temper as he is a short man
Some times he tries to tell others want to do
But he gets ignored which is quite common
To the world his existence he must always prove.
He drinks and smokes to make himself feel tall
Must lie and steal at what other men do own
Always has seconds to what other other men had first
In the world of man he is always alone.
When he walks he must walk on his toes
Sadly he is shorter than all man and all child
And when he's with a woman she hunches her back
So she can help him feel tall every once in a while.
When others get taller he grows not at all
He is the same size as when he was a child
So the very little man has little small hands
And everything or one he touches he will defile.
He thinks he is tough but that is an act
As he cowers to everyone that he will meet
He will run and hide and cant fight his own fight
As a man he isn't he cant stand on his own two feet.
When he take his picture he stands on a chair
While all others will sit as he must always stand
But no matter what he does or what he wears
Everyone know the syndrome of the little man.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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I Prefer To Keep It Basic

I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.

All that other chatter,
That you want to make matter.
And happening next door?
That is not what I am here for.

I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.

I have no other priorities.
Or nothing else on my agenda.
I cleared my head,
And everything i had deemed important...
To be here with you!

And if it is me you want to be with...
I'm cool with it!
But what your neighbors and friends do...
With 'trips' taken with family members.
And how they do it with flapping lips...
Aint got 'nuthin' to do with me.

Comeon...
Let's you and me,
Spell clarity!
As we allow it to approach us.

I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.

When it comes down to you,
With me in view in a togetherness...
I prefer to keep it basic!
With a minding of 'our' business to get done.
I am not prepared to embrace group relationships.
Not just yet.

In you,
My heart is invested.
And I want us to bond with solid stock.
Knowing what we've got,
Is not determined by the benefit of dividends.
Although...
Our actions are the cause and the effect of them.

And like I said...
I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.

Let me know,
If any of this...
Does not click in your head!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unburdened.

It's not the sort of house
You'd want to go to again,
Mildred said, the smell hits
You first, the kind of smell
That climbed in your nose
And didn't leave for days.

She sipped her wine and
Sat down on the couch,
Carefully holding the glass
With her other ringed hand.

There was an unhappy
Feel About the place as
You entered in, a feel
Of neglect. She looked
At the black and white
Mat under the coffee
Table, at the books lying
There: Fashion books, art,
How to Dress for the Occasion.

We found the first child
Drowned in a bath, the hair
Was floating there on the
Water's skin. Someone sort
Of sobbed or maybe they
Didn't, seemed as though
They had. The second child
Was lying beneath a blanket
Where they'd suffocated.

That's where the main smell
Came from. She breathed in
And smelt pine air freshener
That Caser used in his house,
She wanted to smoke, pull
Out a cigarette and light up,
But didn't. The third child,
Baby really, was stiff in a cot.

Unfed, unwashed, a token of
Neglect. Someone pulled back
Curtains, light broke through
Darkness, lit up the sad scene;
Another nearby let out a cry,
The under the breath kind.

She pushed her knees together
As if about to give birth to a
Different tale, her hands played
With the glass, a finger tapped
The side. The mother was found
In a darkened room, wrists slit,
OD'd days back, slouched in a
Chair, dressed in death and black.

Had sleepless nights after, she
Said, ought to be used to, but
You never are, kind of gets
Under the radar. Caser looked
At her sitting there, her hair
Pulled in a bun, her eyes looking
Up at the Picasso print he'd bought.

She had told him at last. She had
Unburdened herself of the one
Last thing that she couldn't tell
Him at the psychiatric sessions
They'd had at his in town clinic.

Never did like Picasso, she said,
Turning away, putting down the
Glass, as of nothing more to say.

Caser watched her as she got up,
Brushed down her dress, sighed
And walked down the hall, left
His apartment, victim of the Fall.

poem by Terry Collett
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I Cant Stand It

Its hard being a man
Living in a garbage pail
My landlady called me up, ooohhh
She tried to hit me with a mop
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more, oh
I cant stand it anymore more
But if candy would just come back
Itd be all right
Yeah, if candy would just come back
It would be all right, come on baby
I live with thirteen dead cats
A purple dog that wears spats
Theyre all out livin in the hall
And I cant stand it anymore
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if candy would just come back
Itd be all right
Ooohhh, if candy would just come back
It would be all right, be all right now
Ah, come on baby
Im tired of living all alone
Yeah, nobody ever calls me on the phone
But when, ah, things start getting bad, ah
I just play my music louder
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it, I cant stand it, oh
I cant stand it, I cant stand it
I cant stand it, I cant stand it, no
I cant stand it, I cant stand it, oh
I cant stand it, I cant stand it
I cant stand it, I cant stand it
I cant stand it, I cant stand it
I cant stand it, I cant stand it
...

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Peter Gunn's Gun

by Michael Leonard, Bobby Weinstein & Jon Stroll
Throw a penny from the window, watch an old man play a song
On a twenty-dollar violin he bought before the war,
Though he screeches and he scratches and the notes are always wrong,
But he plays like he's in concert on the street outside my door.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
He's the local virtuoso, it's his only way of life,
Plays ninety-seven overtures and goes home to his wife,
In the quiet of the evening while his frozen fingers bleed,
He counts pennies on a blanket to supply his meager need.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
When there's frost upon the pumpkin in the weakness of the sun,
People stand there in the cold until his symphony is done,
In the early gray of morning, he's sure to come around,
You can hear him through the window when the pennies hit the ground.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
They're playing penny music,
Playing penny music,
They're playing penny music,
Playing penny music,
Playing penny music.
fade out...

song performed by by Monkees
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An Invitation.

She invited Joey
to her apartment
on the second floor

and as she opened the door
her dog came
barking along the hall

Shut up Bonaparte
she said
Go away

and the mutt walked back
with its tail
between its legs

to its basket
under the table
and she ushered Joey in

and closed the door behind her
and said
What would you like to drink?

tea coffee coke beer?
Coke will be fine
he said

and she told him
to go sit in the lounge
and once he sat down

he looked around the room
and on the small table
by the sofa where he sat

was a photograph of her
and her husband
taken on their wedding day

she dressed in white
and smiling
and he in a black suit

like a hit man
in a mobster movie
and she came in

with his coke
and set it on the table
by the sofa

and then went out again
swaying her behind
which made him smile

then she was back
with a tall glass
of white wine

and she set it down
on the table beside him
and sat down

and began talking
about the night
he had met her

and her husband
in the bar in town
and how she had invited

him over to meet her husband
and he had bought them
both a drink

and while her husband
talked to his friend
she had flirted with him

and made him laugh
and how after that
they'd all meet

on Friday evenings
in the same bar
and her husband

had invited him
to their place
to play chess

and he remembered
how he used to play chess
holding off letting

her husband win
so he could stay longer
and see her more often

and then she leaned over
to get her drink
and she put one hand

on his thigh
and reached over
for her wine

and he smelt her scent
and the brush of her hair
as she leaned over him

and having her glass
she leaned back
her hand still resting

on his thigh
and that look of mischief
burning in her eye.

poem by Terry Collett
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Run For Cover

See the man in white
Hes old he wouldnt dare to fight, to fight another
Rockin like a beast upon on a never ending dream
We love each other
Asking for a sign - the actions coming from behind
Lets run for cover
Feel the musics beat, we fight for rock
And in the heat we stand together
Were holding back for you when you fight
And we stand for one another
Were holding back for you, when you run for cover
And see those open eyes
When you are standing here tonight
Thats why - were holding back for you, when you run for cover
Restless in the night, we all stand up for this delight
We fight together
Were holding back for you when you fight
And we stand for one another
Were holding back for you, when you run for cover
Were holding back for you..........

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Moment To Moment

Too many nights of isolation
Too many echoes in my head
Too many fires left burning
In this bed
Too many thoughts of desperation
So much pain deep down below
So mych a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
I ask you how can a man keep his distance
How can he reason with his heart
How can you hold me so near
Yet keep me so far
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
Sometimes Id like to break you down
To see if theres a trace of woman in you that could be found
But I just keep prayin youll come around
And live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
So much a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
You know I want to give it all
I live from moment to moment
Everyday of my life
I live from moment to moment

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Sky Blue And Black

In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it'll never fold back
Sky blue and black
And I'd have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I'd known that's what you needed
What you needed me to do
But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
You're the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You're the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain-acapo

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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No Holding Back

(r. stewart, j. creagan, k. savigar)
A friend of mine called up said i finally had some luck
Could I have a minute of your time
I met a girl last night and try as I might
I cant get her off of my mind
She walked through the room and right then I knew
I finally found somebody for me
But to tell you the truth I dont know what to do
Should I go ahead or wait and see
I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
Now Im the kind of guy whos normally quite shy
On romance I dont know a thing
But when she led me to the floor Id never danced before
Suddenly my feet had wings
I know that she wants me I want her too
But Im so confused I cant think straight
I feel so alive but on the other side
Should I go ahead or should I wait
I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
So when the music starts to flow from your hearts
Like the coming of an early spring
When the river starts to flow between you soul to soul
May no man ever come between
Die in her arms if she wants you to
Be thankful for each passing day
When your eyes collide let your spirits fly
And pray to God its here to stay
And I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
Than to never, never love at all
Aint it better to lose in love than never love at all

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Swing Free

The ground moving, the sky shaking.
The infinite thrill as I go higher and higher. Holding on for dear life, hoping that I don't let go. Laughing with excitement, never wanting this moment to end. Then someone calls that it's time to go and I realise that I must stop. The chains jingle, the ground crunches beneath my feet. 'Can I have just one more go mummy? ' I asked in my cheeky little voice. 'No darling it's time to go' came the reply as she took hold of my hand and took me home.

These days I go alone, no longer the little child I used to be. I sit on the same swing set and dream of being a kid again. I push off with my feet but no matter how high I go it doesn't have the same feeling it did when I was small. The ground matted down by all the years, the chains rusted with time and it's apparent that I'm definitely not a kid anymore.

poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Penny Music

Throw a penny from the window
Watch an old man play a song
On a twenty dollar violin he bought before the war
Though he screeches and he scratches
And the notes are always wrong
But he plays like hes in concert
On the street outside my door
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
Hes the local vertuoso
Its his only way of life
Plays 97 overtures
And goes on home to his wife
In the quiet of the evening
While his frozen fingers bleed
He counts pennies
On the blanket to supply his meeger(sp? ) needs
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
When theres frost upon the pumpkin
In the weakness of the sun
People stand there in the cold
Until his symphony is done
In the early gray of morning
Hes sure to come around
You can hear him thru the window
When the pennies hit the ground
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
Theyre playing penny music
(aaahhhhaaahhhh)
Playing penny music
(aaahhhhaaahhhh)
(last two lines repeat a few more times)

song performed by by Monkees
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Penny Music (stereo)

Throw a penny from the window
Watch an old man play a song
On a twenty dollar violin he bought before the war
Though he screeches and he scratches
And the notes are always wrong
But he plays like hes in concert
On the street outside my door
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
Hes the local vertuoso
Its his only way of life
Plays 97 overtures
And goes on home to his wife
In the quiet of the evening
While his frozen fingers bleed
He counts pennies
On the blanket to supply his meeger(sp? ) needs
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
When theres frost upon the pumpkin
In the weakness of the sun
People stand there in the cold
Until his symphony is done
In the early gray of morning
Hes sure to come around
You can hear him thru the window
When the pennies hit the ground
Choose to suit your fancy
Are there any requests?
Ill play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
(play them for a penny)
And not a penny less
Theyre playing penny music
(aaahhhhaaahhhh)
Playing penny music
(aaahhhhaaahhhh)
(last two lines repeat a few more times)

song performed by by Monkees
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Gone Country

Shes been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
Shes been reading about nashville and all
The records that everybodys buying
Says Im a simple girl myself
Grew up on long island
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance
Shes gone country, look at them boots
Shes gone country, back to her roots
Shes gone country, a new kind of suit
Shes gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene is dead
But hes holding out in the village
Hes been writing songs speaking out
Against wealth and privilege
He says i dont believe in money
But a man could make him a killin
Cause some of that stuff dont sound
Much different than dylan
I hear down there its changed you see
Theyre not as backwards as they used to be
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, back to his roots
Hes gone country, a new kind of suit
Hes gone country, here he comes
He commutes to la
But hes got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just aint on the rally
He says honey Im a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days
This aint no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long
Be back in the money in no time at all
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, back to his roots
Hes gone country, a new kind of suit
Hes gone country, here he comes
Yeah hes gone country, a new kind of walk
Hes gone country, a new kind of talk
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, oh back to his roots
Hes gone country
Hes gone country
Everybodys gone country
Yeah weve gone country
The whole worlds gone country

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Holding Me Tonight

(carly simon)
You say youre not worthy of me
But how do you know when you cant see
Your eyes where midnight catches fire
I cant describe this dizzy desire
Can you be so insecure
That you dont know what this grin is for
Do you think I always act this way
Silly and silent, and eager to stay
When youre holding me tonight
Holding me tonight
You think its all a mistake
That Im lost in a dream from which Ill wake up
There youll be just another guy
You could never be but I dare you to try
When youre holding me
Holding me tonight
I walk into your room
You blush when I see it in a mess
So I undress and close my eyes
A room with a view
Is in the dark with you
But that should come as no suprise
Its not a matter of mind
The choice of the heart is a different kind
Its always been a mystery
When you walk into the room it happens to me
And when youre holding me
Holding me tonight

song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dancing On A High Wire

(colin blunstone - lead vocal)
Were living in a different reality
Were toeing the same line
We give in we call it neutrality,
A joke with no punchline
The silver plated hero
Meets the golden hearted whore
The oddsll give you zero
Shell be leaving in a few days more
Movin on forever, maybe she dont care
Holding on together, maybe it just aint there
Youre dancing on a high wire
You need to be so sure
There used to be a lifeline
There isnt anymore
We are the same with no similarity,
We talk at the same time
We believe in freedom and charity
As long as I get mine
The ivory madonna is walking
Through the door
You watch her from a window,
It doesnt matter anymore
Moving on forever, maybe she dont care
Holding on together, maybe it just aint there
Youre dancing on a high wire
You need to be so sure
There used to be a life-line
There isnt anymore

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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