A Locust and the old flame
He strums his old lute's melancholic whisper and the everlasting song.
Her lustre eyes will never get satisfied
And he cannot leave her in the lurch.
His mysterious entanglement and the lovelorn will be a long lasting Endeavour.
There is any loophole to let go the illusion?
And if not, the non-starter will burn in the sadism it seems.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Madness Infinity
Within the walls of bliss.
Comes a catatonic wave.
Death will not come swift.
Within a melancholic brain.
An opposition to serenity.
Ah, a heart determined coal.
To inflict a lasting misery.
Becomes my everlasting goal.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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A flimsy soul who plays it again monotonously?
He strums his broken stringless lute in a filthy street corner
And still the hidden sentimental tune comes out in the lonely moonlit night,
But if he gets the missing strings back somehow
I am sure that you could hear that full song of life.
* In the darkness you see more things?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sadism
To inflict and enjoy it
Is alone not a sadism.
To humiliate, to tease, to joke,
To make fun of others
Are too in a way sadism.
Violent foreplay is of no exception.
25.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Burn In Hell
Speak to me
Of those days I wont forget
Your worst dreams
Has just returned - to pay you back
Im still laughing
Theres not much else I can do
But ones things certain
Im coming back for you
Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who you used it on
Its time to burn in hell
Say my name
I can hear you whisper
Not to blame?
You are going to blister
Scream in the night
Ive been counting the days
Its so amusing
To see you again
Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who dya use it on
Youre going to burn in hell
Die
Why?
Time to pay the price
Kill
I will
Have my sacrifice
Plead
With fear
I am getting near
Friend
Liar
Time to eat some fire
Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who dya use it on
Youre going to burn in hell
Burn in hell
I can hear you whisper
Burn in hell
You are going to blister
Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who dya use it on
Youre going to burn in hell
Burn in hell
I can hear you whisper
Burn in hell
You are going to blister
Snarl like a dog
Youll scream like a banshee
Stuck like a hog
Youre gonna love me
Burn in hell
I can hear you whisper
Burn in hell
You are going to blister
Burn in hell
Screaming like a banshee
Burn in hell
Burn
song performed by by Judas Priest
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My Lute Awake
My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.
As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her heart as soon;
Should we then sigh or sing or moan?
No, no, my lute, for I have done.
The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection;
So that I am past remedy,
Whereby my lute and I have done.
Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won,
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain
That makest but game on earnest pain.
Think not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lovers plain,
Although my lute and I have done.
Perchance thee lie wethered and old
The winter nights that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon;
Thy wishes then dare not be told;
Care then who list, for I have done.
And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spent
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.
Now cease, my lute; this is the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And ended is that we begun.
Now is this song both sung and past:
My lute be still, for I have done.
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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My Lute Awake
My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.
As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her heart as soon;
Should we then sigh or sing or moan?
No, no, my lute, for I have done.
The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection;
So that I am past remedy,
Whereby my lute and I have done.
Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won,
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain
That makest but game on earnest pain.
Think not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lovers plain,
Although my lute and I have done.
Perchance thee lie wethered and old
The winter nights that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon;
Thy wishes then dare not be told;
Care then who list, for I have done.
And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spent
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.
Now cease, my lute; this is the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And ended is that we begun.
Now is this song both sung and past:
My lute be still, for I have done.
poem by David McKee Wright
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The Pyro Maniac
A pyro with a flame.
Just writing your name in the sand.
Time tics by and fire after fire does not end the desire.
It's passion.
It's love.
It's a child's laughter.
Nothing left untouched.
As he makes his mark.
Personal and distant.
He's lived it.
Through the the fires eyes.
He can't help it.
He just want to watch everything burn.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
He speak to the eternal flame.
And she rise from the ashes.
Back again just the same.
Glowing so bright, so hot.
So appealing he can not ever turn away.
A obsession everyday.
No he doesn't care.
His mind is most certainly else where.
He can't help it
He just wants to watch everything burn.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
As holy body it rises from the grave.
As a scientific miracle it saves.
Staving off the cold.
Turning something into nothing.
It's just so amazing.
Captivating.
A star studded glaze.
An everlasting stare into nowhere.
Exhilarating is the feeling he gets.
Ever single time.
He can't help it.
He just wants to watch everything burn.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
He's a maniac.
No doubt it.
Completely reckless to t.
But its his divinity.
His saving grace.
His ace.
And he has a constant need to play it.
Even if someone dies.
He's not worried about it.
It off to the next.
He can't help it.
He just wants to watch everything burn.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
Yeah just burn, burn, burn, oh burn.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Song In Me
My life is a song
when i walk i feel the beat..
walking thru your streets
hold on take a seat..
from the beats of my feet
to the singing in my head..
Long lasting song
so i never gave it a title..
my life is a song
so this song will keep going
as long as i go..
poem by Steven Pimentel
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My Lute, Awake
My labor that thou and I shall waste
And end that I have now begun,
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute, be still, for I have done.
As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her heart as soon.
Should we then sigh or sing or moan?
No, no, my lute, for I have done.
Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts through love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won,
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.
Vengance shall fall on thy disdain
That makest but game on earnest pain;
Think not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lovers plain
Although my lute and I have done.
Perchance thee lie withered and old
The winter nights that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon;
Thy wishes then dare not be told.
Care then who list, for I have done.
And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spnt
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.
Now cease, my lute, this is the last
Labor that thou and I shall waste
And ended is that we begun.
Now is the song both sung and past;
My lute, be still, for I have done.
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Dont Leave Me Alone
Nows not the time to say goodbye
And Im not the kind to question why
Well I dont feel very well, and its getting cold as hell
It wont be the same, cant you tell?
Dont leave me alone
Dont leave me on my own
Im so afraid
Why cant you stay?
Just dont leave me alone
How long will my song be wrong?
Doing the things I should have known
Only to reap what I have sown
Jesus, please
Dont leave me alone
Dont leave me on my own
Im on my knees
Forgive me please
Just dont leave me alone
How long will my song be wrong?
(keyboard solo)
Dont leave me alone
Dont leave me on my own
Im so afraid
Why cant you stay?
Just dont leave, dont leave... me alone
How long will my song... be... wrong?
song performed by by Extreme
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A Song In Time
Notes floating, fleeting music in the air,
Swiftly flying, flowing one after another
Shaped in hues and fairydust scents
Of a melody once hummed by the birds
Tempo unaccented...a melancholic cure
Blended with beats of rhythm and blues
Molded into chords of frets and strings
Concocted an array of enchanting hymns
Gloomy, tearful eyes shining after a long time
Of polished new hopes spirited out from a song
Weep not! Say goodbye from sadness and blues
Promise never again sing a song out of tune
A song is a path like a journey we traverse
Composing and arranging to the ideal of pitch
A crescendo of life as in survival of the featest
A docendo discimus* from the trials of our lives
If once we have failed to write a song out of verse
Another time, another chance if we try to rehearse
Stop counting the times we stumble and fall...
Start counting the times we have risen from the fall
Music is mysterious like a life of trial and error
Of patience and time perfected in its splendor
A simple note to melody envisioned so divine
A maestro...an orchestra...and a song in time
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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To His Lute
MY lute, awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is said and past,
My lute, be still, for I have done.
As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her heart as soon:
Should we then sing, or sigh, or moan?
No, no, my lute! for I have done.
The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affectiòn;
So that I am past remedy:
Whereby my lute and I have done.
Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won;
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain,
That makest but game of earnest pain:
Trow not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lover's plain,
Although my lute and I have done.
May chance thee lie wither'd and old
The winter nights that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon:
Thy wishes then dare not be told:
Care then who list! for I have done.
And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou has lost and spent
To cause thy lover's sigh and swoon:
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.
Now cease, my lute! this is the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And ended is that we begun:
Now is this song both sung and past--
My lute, be still, for I have done.
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Wait Until the Flame Flickers
When the trouble you start goes on...
You're the one who tries to leave it.
When the heat you strike,
Begins to ignite an invited...
Long lasting chance to burn.
And that's what you come to me to get!
A stirring up of an argument.
Yelling and screaming.
To later be together close...
And in nakedness.
You want this inside you,
Deep and thick!
'I don't get it.'
Then you don't need it!
I mean I've got it when you give it.
But when it's given...
'Who are you when that happens?
Where does that 'you' I know go? '
When the trouble you start goes on...
You're the one who tries to leave it.
When the heat you strike,
Begins to ignite an invited...
Long lasting chance to burn.
You wait until the flame flickers.
And the poppin' of it stops.
You wait until the flame flickers.
With a need to cheat to start.
You wait until the flame flickers.
When no heat is meant to be.
You wait until the flame flickers.
And the poppin' of it stops.
You wait until the flame flickers.
With a need to cheat to start.
You waited until the flame flickers.
When no heat is meant to be...
For you from me,
Left here to be used to give.
Now...
Now.
Now...it's gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Satisfied Mind
(j.hayes/j.rhodes)
This is a traditional folk song that has been sung by many artists, as the byrds in turn! turn! turn! or joan baez in farewell angelina
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had money, Id do things my way,
But little they know that its so hard to find
One rich man with a satisfied mind.
Money cant buy back your youth when youre old
A friend, when youre lonely, or peace to your soul.
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind.
When my life is over and my time has run out.
My friends and my loved ones, Ill leave them no doubt.
But, one things gone for certain, when it comes my time
Ill leave this old world with a satisfied mind.
Satisfied mind.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Everlasting Love
Every now and then I get a little bit cold
And I need somebody to hold me
I look at you and your body of gold
And I think oh why did she hurt me
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
Sometimes when Im out at night I think of your smile
And your long slim beautiful body
Person that I used to find youre my perfect girl
So come on babe why did you hurt me
Why did you, hurt me, why did you, hurt me
Cos when you need somebody til the day that you die
And the everlasting love ...... (? ? ? ? ? )
Lie if I could and tell you what I would do
cos I need somebody to hold me
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
Every now and then I get a little bit cold
And I need somebody to hold me
I look at you and your body of gold
And I think oh why did you hurt me
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
Cos when you need somebody til the day that you die
And the everlasting love ...... (? ? ? ? ? )
Lie if I could and tell you what I would do
cos I need somebody to hold me
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
Its e-v-e-r lasting love
Coming down on you from the heavens above
Let me bring it on down to you one time
I was meant to be yours you were meant to be mine
Im speaking the truth aint telling no lies
Its how I feel this aint no disguise
So come on baby be my girl
What Ive gots everlasting love
Cos when you need somebody til the day that you die
And the everlasting love ...... (? ? ? ? ? )
Lie if I could and tell you what I would do
cos I need somebody to hold me
Cos when you need somebody til the day that you die
And the everlasting love ...... (? ? ? ? ? )
Lie if I could and tell you what I would do
cos I need somebody to hold me
Need somebody til the day that you die....
song performed by by Westlife
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An eye that burns
I love your eyes,
My eyes?
Yes, your radiant dark eyes,
Like the winter snow
With wooing gaze
In glowing ember.
The one at our first night met
A shudder of diagnostically lust symptom.
Into my jerking spine,
To what the med might refer love burst entanglement
Was not i entrapped in the web of your covetous gazes,
That now at this night under where we cleave
Our souls now bound,
By the wounded branches,
Under ease of thrushes carol.
Your eyes was doused,
A moment beyond your infant measure,
A delusional love symptom,
I to my under skin diagnosed a sentence,
A sickness of lasting illusion,
To what eternity must behold.
I love your eyes,
From contours of raiding streets,
To jasmines of fine fragrance,
Beholding a covetous gaze
Under rippled twilight,
Up-ridding my pane in luscious humor,
With eyes of glowing tremor,
To my bosom deeply before embraced.
Your eyes,
To all endear and behold,
Before the hallows at dawn enroll
Coach me to your sensual session
With your luscious sweep of brow,
That eternity might to your infant rise enclave.
All that our passions now engraved
I would again love your eyes,
If till my dying days still aglow,
With wings of chariot faith enclose
To my pensive state acclaim.
That this night,
My last struggling days avail.
I love your eyes because i love you,
I love you because your eyes is of luminous hue.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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Sad Song
Now it's time to move to the next level
Sore wet eyes that look at the devil
Tell me please that it's time to leave
On the train I lost my intelligence
Found my love with good intentions
But it's still time to leave
(chorus)
I recorded the sound of your heart
I recorded the sound of your eyes
And I converted them into this sad song
That modulated these mysterious lights
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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After You Leave Me
Written by george clinton
Lead vocals by james young
You come to me girl
Tears are in your eyes
Your heads bowed in sorrow
You whisper your good-byes
Theres nothing I can tell you
To make you want to stay
So let me ask one question
Before you slip away
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
Ive seen this moment coming
For such a long, long time
Ive laid awake for hours
Rehearsing every line
But now that its here girl
Cant think of anything to say
So let me ask one question
Before you slip away
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
Every time that
I get next to her
Im hung up in this ring of fire
If I love her
Should I let her go
Or should I beg on a bended knee?
How much longer
Lord, I just dont know
I just cant take it girl
Im breaking up oer you
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
After you
After you leave
song performed by by Styx
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Crash & Burn
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
They call it the burnout factor, and only the good die young
Somebodys gonna take their life, just tryin to have some fun
The papers gonna say were crazy, no matter what they say, yeah
You know Im gonna rock all night, gonna rock all night and day
Whenever they quote you man, youll be misunderstood
Theyre never gonna get it right, or tell it the way they should
Maybe we move too fast to put it all in a song
And if we keep pushin ourselves we wont be around too long
If you wanna try it
Crash and burn, crash and burn
Crash and burn, crash and burn all night long
Some people like to take it easy and flow without a sound
Others like to play for keeps and spread themselves around
I dont wanna say its right, but if thats where you wanna be
Lifes too short to miss out on what you wanna see
If you wanna try it
Crash and burn, crash and burn
Crash and burn, crash and burn all night long
Come on now, honey, dont tell me the way I ought to be
You know I dont need nobody talkin back to me
Hey, Im gonna live my life the way I think I should
You know I wouldnt change a thing, even if I could
I tell it like it is
Crash and burn, crash and burn
Crash and burn, crash and burn
Baby, crash and burn
I said crash and burn
I said crash and burn
song performed by by April Wine
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All Eyes On Me
Daylight burns your sleepy eyes
It's hard to see you dreaming
You hide inside yourself
I wondered what you're thinkin'
And everything you're chasing
It seems to leave you empty
And it won't take long to burn
All eyes on me
Through the nothing that you've learned
All eyes on me
And the things you choose to be
All eyes on me
But your eyes look away
It's so hard to be someone
Strung out from today
And all that you knew slips away
You drown in deeper oceans
Inventing new religions
They smile and stab my back and
I lie and have to laugh
And it won't take long to burn
All eyes on me
Through the nothing that you've learned
All eyes on me
And the things you choose to be
All eyes on me
But your eyes look away
It's so hard to be someone
Strung out from today
And all that you knew slips away
And you hid in your room
And the light burns away
And you move from the truth
It's all so far from you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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