Figuring Out Meanings
there is a time when we do not have to figure out
what the bird really is talking
i mean, what does it sing? what word is there?
what message?
isn't this too technical in a sense of figuring out
what it wants to convey?
hey, just listen, it is singing
do not figure out the meaning
have fun!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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High Tech World
Google
quick results
data gathered
Word, Powerpoint
chat, information highways
Facebook,
instant noodles
e-credits, etcetera,
everything at the tip of the fingers
everything at the tip of the tongue
flowing following
without much meaning
like electronic poetry
what a waste to figure out
emotions...
what emotions? nothing.
pressing keys
placing words,
and they keep figuring out
what is the meaning of all these
nothing. nothing.
decay and oblivion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finale
at the end
you must accept
you can do nothing about it,
you sit for a while on the grass
looking for solutions
you gaze at the trees
and the river trying to figure out
the meaning of its song
you do no miss
figuring the sound of the
stones
and then you finally look up
the sky
and find God there
Relieved
Now, He takes charge and then
your heart begins to sing
the new song
of Hope.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Cant Figure You Out
(jesse valenzuela)
Whos to say whats right or wrong
If I stand out in the rain too long
Filling up my drinking cup
When I know Ive had much more than enough
Write in the pages of my notebook
But they never sound the way they look
Kicking at this old tin can
And I wonder where the hell I am
I cant figure you out
I cant figure you out
When it seems so fine
When its held to the light
I cant figure you out
I cant figure you out
They push and pull till it breaks in half
I never trust a guy with a nervous laugh
Worried bout the smallest things
While the world is coming crashing in
I cant figure you out...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Fight Or Flight
We're ready to go
Ticking like a bomb that's about to blow
It's taking control
Pulling at your feet like an undertow
You don't really know
If you're all that capable
But you've been told
Figure it out
Don't pretend you're stupid
Sort it out
Go make yourself useful
You're better than dead
You really made a mess with the words you said
So easily fed
The flames of the fire rise above your head
They want to be led
You've joined the ranks instead
There's a voice in your head
I can't figure it out
Any more than the generation before me
I can't figure it out
How we got where we are today
I can't figure it out
Any more than the generation before me
I can't figure it out
We've got to fight not to fade away
song performed by by Face To Face
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In figure skating
In figure skating its the small triumphs that matter the most.
When you can't get back all the time lost.
I had a lot of fun landing an axel.
To me it was almost felt like landing a triple axel.
I know it was only a small triumph but to me it was wonderful.
I never was able to get many hours of practice.
I did my best on the ice.
All figure skaters work hard to have patience.
They may never know if they will recieve their biggest
or smallest triumph.
Even If I went back and landed a triple axel.
I would still look back fondly on my small triumph.
To be honest though the axel to me is my greatest triumph.
An axel was like setting myself free.
If your thinking that small triumphs are great.
I would love to agree.
In figure skating people are always coming and going.
Not many of them get to experience the power of jumping.
Some of them will never know.
An axel feels like a bird or plane flying.
A lot of them will never come back because of the fear of falling.
So anyones triumph could be not quiting.
The smallest triumphs should never be put down because this is
a figure skaters very beginning.
Every figure skaters story deserves to be told.
Even if they never won an olympic or any type of gold.
A figure skater must have joy or her sport will get old.
So please don't underestimate small triumphs in figure skating.
If I'm Not The One You Want
If I'm not the one you want
Take your time to figure out
I'm starin at your picture every night
The scent of you still lingers in my mind
I wonder if your alone and feel alright
And the sun has come out of the clouds
And sometimes when I listen to our song
The night seems so cold and far too long
I wanna call you up cuz in the end
I keep writing letters to my garbage can
Bridge:
Lately, feels like I'm going crazy and
Baby, come and lay down beside me
Chorus:
If I'm not the one you want
Then who's he?
Take your time to figure out
And you'll see
If I'm not the one you want
Then maybe
I'll be the one you need
I feel likes it's on you I can depend
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Enough of building castles in the sand
Why can't we be forever
(Bridge)
(Chorus 2x's)
Somewhere in the back of my mind
I know that you will be mine
And somehow
Wish I could rewind
And leave all my worries behind
And If I'm not the one you want
I'll be the one you need
Take your time to figure out
I'll be the one you need
(Chorus)
I'll be the one you need
song performed by by N Sync
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Singing Birds Are Endangered Species!
Singing bird's songs
enjoyed,
wonderful melody, wonderful words,
Rhapsodical Sometimes,
More often romantic!
A power hungry,
another powerful
both listen a while,
They want the bird to sing for them!
Now the bird has to stop singing,
Or should think of flying far away!
Power hungry will kill
or powerful will,
Singing bird ability of throat
Is its own enemy,
Two hands are ready to squeeze,
Two blades ready to cut,
Singing bird's throat often
squeezed,
Several died,
not even found in history,
they fear even that bird's story!
For it sings only truth,
Singing birds throat is cut,
Because it can't keep its mouth shut!
Poor bird! Its talent,
gifted voice became
its own enemy,
Not even they are listed
Though singing birds are endangered species!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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We Have A Technical
We have a random on the westside
Personality malfunction
He says I cant give you anything at all
Just a room with a bad view of you
He sent a letter to a downstat
Saying sorry that I missed you
But I cant think of anything to do
Hes addicted to the time track
We have a technical
We have a technical
Hes in a hotel where they all go
Saying boy, Ive lost my memory
Its so surprising
Just how quickly things can end
Like a hero on a platform of friends
This table is so crowded
With people that I dont know
And I never really turn
My thoughts on you
So the image breaks down again
We have a technical
We have a technical
I suppose its very shady
At least until the lights go out
Advertising posters on the wall
And the young boys singing softly
Do they ever come back
Or is it always at the wrong time
I could crawl around the floor
Just like Im real
And move a hand in front of my eyes
We have a technical
We have a technical
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Empty Soul
The solitary figure that walks along the beach
at the waters edge with aspiration
floating around their head,
but take a look again
and tell us what you see
within the drooped shoulders.
That seem to hold the burdens of the world,
and the eyes that seem forever
always gazed towards the ground.
The face that never smiles when jokes are abound.
You say you see a solitary figure
a life with nothing, but just an empty soul.
You say that figure remains you of someone
whose name is on the tip of your tongue.
Look again friend deeply this time
for that solitary figure
who holds within an empty soul
is just a reflection of me.
15 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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I would have to work on the song and figure out how they wanted the song done, because they're such high-intensity songs. We figure that out first, then I go back and listen to it and go over and rehearse stuff with it and try to get a feel for the words.
Squeeze Me In (feat. Trisha Yearwood)
Honey, I know
You got a good job
You're out there
Making all that dough
They keep you late
Working that overtime
And I don't ever
See you no more
I guess you're not
Checking your message machine
Seems like you're never in
But I've got a hunch
If we can just do lunch
I could get your attention again
[BRIDGE:]
Whoever said
It's a man's world
Don't know what
He's talking about
You've got me working
Around the clock
Honey, trying to figure you out
I know time is money
But there's more to life honey
Than how much you can spend
You've got to make a little time
For the good times
Honey, can you squeeze me in?
[CHORUS:]
Whoever said
It's a man's world
Don't know what
He's talking about
You've got me working
Around the clock
Honey, trying to figure you out
I know time is money
But there's more to life, honey
Than how much you can spend
You've got to make a little time
For the good times
Honey, can you squeeze me in?
I've got it circled in red
On the calendar, baby
You told me that
Tonight's the night
I've got the champagne chilled
I've got a gourmet meal
Soft music and candlelight
I try to get you on the phone
I get stuck on hold
I guess you keep getting sidetracked
I've been faxing you
Love notes all day long
But you don't ever fax me back
[Repeat bridge]
[Repeat chorus]
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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I heard a bird at dawn
I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me.
I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn
And the wind was on the lea;
I was singing at the time
Just as prettily as he.
I was singing all the time,
Just a prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn
And the wind upon the lea;
So I didn't listen to him
As he sang upon a tree.
poem by James Stephens
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Where Do I Go From Here?
(words & music by paul williams)
If I knew the way Id go back home
The countryside has changed so much Id surely end up lost
Half-remembered names and faces so far in the past
On the other side of the bridges that were burned once they were crossed
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Get back home where my childhood dreams and wishes still are none of my regrets
Go back to a place where I can figure all the odds
Have a fighting chance to lose the blues and win my share of bets
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
Tell me where, where does a fool go when theres no-one left to listen
To a story without meaning that nobody wants to hear
Tell me where, where does a fool go when he knows theres something missing
Tell me where, where will I go from here
Where will I go from here
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Counting Airplanes
I put ketchup on my scrambled eggs
And everybody thinks it's funny
I don't get mad
I don't laugh cause you don't shave your legs
But everybody thinks it's funny
No need to get mad
I don't spend my time with anyone
Who doesn't think I'm wonderful
Or somewhat cash refundable at times
Now I'm out here counting airplanes
Trying to make sense of the change
And I don't wanna be just anybody
So don't try to figure me out
I won't try to figure you out
I don't wanna be some average anybody
Now I got friends that ride into the storm
And ride out of the storm with nothing
They rode into the storm with
And there seems to be a price for everything
You get what you pay for then you pay for
What you already thought you bought before
When you're up between the new sky line
The city lights and the warm sunshine
It's a long way down
When you can count on one hand what you love
And can count on who you love to help you on your long way down
You end up counting airplanes
Trying to keep up with these changes
I don't wanna be with anybody else
So don't try to figure me out
I won't try to figure you out
I don't wanna be some average anybody
song performed by by Train
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But here's the deal: If I were smart, I could figure out curling. If I were even smarter, I could figure out why people would actually watch other people doing it. I have tried. I can't. I can't even figure out the object of the game. Is it like darts? I just don't get it.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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I Dont Think Im Every Gonna Figure It Out
I can wait
I can wait
I can sit wondering what in world you think about
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
After all the alchohol, the pretty words that devolve down
To slurs and drunken shouts
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
Its like some wild last frontier
You never know what kind of fights gonna appear
That once begun cant be won
Started out losing already and go all ten rounds
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
The tired hits that fall below
I cant connect, yeah yeah I know
I can wait
I can wait
I can sit wondering what in the world you think about
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Allegro Comodo
a word from you, then you stop
something choppy
i like to listen more from you
another word, cut into half
i am having a hard time
figuring out what is there
with you that wants to hold
me, i stop to listen again,
some scratches from your
tongue, some gnashing from
your teeth, i am listening still,
some more words, more of
pauses, like some commas
are constructed by you on
purpose, i am tired in this,
i am impatient, you stretch
your arms to reach me again,
as i go nearer tapping my ears,
for you, yet there is this
suppression of meaning,
i am listening still, you
close your eyes and then
open them, this time some
tears fall, like ripe drops
of rain from dark clouds,
i see, your heart is broken
and your mind cannot
understand perfectly,
your mouth haggles
with words that your
tongue cannot form
simply because love is always misunderstood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a word from you, then you stop
something choppy
i like to listen more from you
another word, cut into half
i am having a hard time
figuring out what is there
with you that wants to hold
me, i stop to listen again,
some scratches from your
tongue, some gnashing from
your teeth, i am listening still,
some more words, more of
pauses, like some commas
are constructed by you on
purpose, i am tired in this,
i am impatient, you stretch
your arms to reach me again,
as i go nearer tapping my ears,
for you, yet there is this
suppression of meaning,
i am listening still, you
close your eyes and then
open them, this time some
tears fall, like ripe drops
of rain from dark clouds,
i see, your heart is broken
and your mind cannot
understand perfectly,
your mouth haggles
with words that your
tongue cannot form
simply because love is always misunderstood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Theory About The Absence Of The Divine...
in the end
in trying to figure out the sense of meaning
pouring out
taking in
decanting, filtering,
testing, considering each
detail with
significance
one still cannot accept that
all these data
never make sense
at all
one hopes
nothing comes at random
the chances boils down
to a specific purpose
such a hardheadedness
against the wall
breaking one's head like
an eggshell
nuts!
the premise should have been
in the beginning life has no meaning
man creates his own image
shapes his own future
and out of respect of man's will
God is no longer
there
like Papa
watching his son soldier
leaving him all alone now
to fight his
own war
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On such a night, or such a night
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On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care
If such a little figure
Slipped quiet from its chair—
So quiet—Oh how quiet,
That nobody might know
But that the little figure
Rocked softer—to and fro—
On such a dawn, or such a dawn—
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie
For Chanticleer to wake it—
Or stirring house below—
Or giddy bird in orchard—
Or early task to do?
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll—
Busy needles, and spools of thread—
And trudging feet from school—
Playmates, and holidays, and nuts—
And visions vast and small—
Strange that the feet so precious charged
Should reach so small a goal!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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